Although Guo Yu is a great writer, his IQ is also online, and he will understand when he arrives, his eyes swept away from him, pretending to be careless, and he sat at the core table, but he was a little suspicious in his heart.

"Everyone, please sit down, today we will meet friends with texts, there are no officials, let's only comment on poetry and literature, wind and snow, and nothing else!"

Guo Yu's gestures are natural, and as soon as she appears, she impresses these readers.

"This month's Lanting Poetry Club will be themed on the four seasons of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Ranked in today's top ten, it can be commented by Guo University, and the excellent ones can be selected and entered into poetry books and periodicals, which will be famous for centuries. ”

After hearing this, all the talented people nodded their heads, they are very familiar with this procedure, and some people have prepared poems in their hearts in advance, and they can't wait.

At today's poetry meeting, in addition to some fellow talented scholars and ladies, there are also representatives sent from several major Fengyue places, all of whom are looking forward to the appearance of good words from the talents, write down and buy them as soon as possible, and then bring them back to compose music and play the piano and sing, which can be regarded as helping the talents to promote in disguise.

Although it is said that it is necessary to compose poems on the spot, this is just rhetoric, all the talents have already prepared a few days ago, and few people are making poems now, because in a hurry, whether it is inspiration or rhetoric, they can not reach a very good state, and they have written poems in their respective homes in advance, I don't know how many times they have scrutinized, and then they have memorized countless times in private, and they are ready to make a splash.

"Brother Li, do you have any new words to write?" Sima Shao asked Li Xian beside him.

Li Xian smiled slightly and said: "Li Mou is not talented, and he has indeed written a few new Xia Jing poems, but he is not particularly satisfied." ”

Zhang Jun urged: "Why don't you take it out quickly, let me wait and appreciate it?" ”

Li Xian shook his head and said: "His Royal Highness the Prince's poems have not yet been revealed, how can we be clumsy and ugly." ”

Another Jiangnan genius named Liu Zhi laughed and said: "Brother Li's words are wrong, of course His Royal Highness the Prince's words will appear in the finale."

Li Xian hesitated, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll make a clumsy work first, please be elegant!" ”

Many talents actually have lyrics, but they all know the truth of throwing bricks and attracting jade, but no one is willing to take the lead in showing their works as the "brick" and fulfilling other people's "jade", so the seats are polite to each other and prevaricate.

"Summer":

"The wind in the ruins of Changxia Village is clear, and the eaves tooth chaffinus has been generated.

Butterfly clothes and pink flowers dance, cobwebs add silk to the corners of the house.

The falling curtain invites the moon shadow, and the noisy pillow accepts the sound of the stream. ”

Li Xian's poems are also wonderful, the word "invite" is anthropomorphic, the moonlight is written very affectionately, and the swaying moon shadow seems to be invited by the curtain; The word "Na" expands the imagination, turning the virtual into reality, and the sound of the stream seems to be packed with a virtual pillow.

The overall look is quite profound.

After the poems were spread, many children of official eunuchs, talented Confucian scholars, ladies, and Qinglou people all circulated it to each other, and they were also hotly discussed and greatly appreciated.

After having Li Xian's poems as a citation, the rest of the individuals also came up with their own lyrics to write about the scenery of the four seasons, and the atmosphere was suddenly hot, and even Guo Yu commented a few words from time to time.

Sima Shao was not interested in these, but saw many trays on the table during the banquet, a lot of pastries and melons and fruits, while other talents were chanting poems and lyrics, Sima Shao was tasting them one by one, and commented while eating: This is delicious, this one is a little lacking in moisture!

Several beautiful people sitting next to him were a little shocked when they saw His Royal Highness the Prince's behavior, and secretly thought that this Sima Shao was a little approachable and a little unruly!

At this time, Zhang Jun saw that the time was ripe, got up and stood up, clasped his hands into fists and said: "Zhang Mou is not talented, and he also wrote a poem about the scenery, please comment on it." ”

Both men and women at the poetry meeting paid attention to it after hearing it, because Zhang Jun was a well-known leader in Jiankang City, and this person actually learned those elegant things, I am afraid that he will not be smiling and generous, and everyone is secretly looking forward to it.

"Falling Leaves":

"The sunset is watching the sunset, and the leaves are hard and frosty green. withered and wet paste, scattered hair fresh green. ”

Rare.

Zhang Jun was also able to make a poem completely, and even Sima Shao stopped eating and looked at him twice.

This is still a Tibetan poem, the fallen leaves are withering, okay.

I'm afraid it wasn't ghostwritten by a doorman in his own house.

After everyone present listened to it, they appreciated it on the surface, but secretly laughed in their hearts, even if you are a leader who does not learn and has no skills, you can also make poems, probably they don't believe it.

Yu Wenjun was sitting in the corner, meditating on it, and there was no one or two out yet.

Unintentionally, when she glanced at the figure of Sima Shao next to her, and saw that the latter was drinking fruit and wine, eating fruits and vegetables, feasting, and had no intention of surrounding poetry and songs, she was instantly stunned.

At this time, Sima Shao was almost not interested in the poetry and songs of these talented Confucian vassals and scholars around him, eating and drinking, relaxed and comfortable, and unrestrained.

"He's ...... Bold and free, is the true temperament revealed? Shangguan Wan'er can only guess like this in her heart, you can't say that he is insulting and rude!

The people who had a heart followed Yu Wenjun's gaze and looked over together, and when they saw Sima Shao eating there, they all showed surprise, and many people secretly showed a sneering look.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, even the appearance of eating is so handsome!" At the ladies table, a young woman spoke of admiration.

"That's it, after all, it's Your Highness, inheriting Your Majesty's genes, can you not be handsome?"

But there are also some incongruous words that pop up.

"Your Highness can't be a fake genius! How can I not be interested in poetry at all? ”

Some of the ladies and talented people are gossiping, and there is already a bit of a discussion.

Everyone looked at him, and they were a little repulsed and suspicious, but because of the identity of the prince, they didn't dare to say it clearly.

At this time, Shangguan Wan'er had already taken a few steps forward, looked at Sima Shao with her eyes, showed strong interest in him, and said politely: "Zhang Gongzi's 'falling leaves' is really well written. I don't know if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also has a new work to write, please take it out and share it with us. ”

She deliberately clicked on Zhang Gongzi's words to be good, to give Sima Shao some pressure, ordinary talents can't stand the excitement, after giving birth to the heart of comparison, they will naturally compete in front of everyone, and come up with a new work to compare.

However, Sima Shao looked indifferent, got up and shook his head: "I didn't prepare, so I couldn't take it out for a while, but it made everyone laugh." ”

Shangguan Wan'er was a little disappointed when she heard Sima Shao's answer like this, but she still invited: "There is still a lot of time left for a stick of incense, how about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince make a song now?" ”

"Still don't, I haven't had any inspiration lately." Sima Shao smiled, not wanting to be in such a limelight in front of everyone.