Meng Yan was stunned, suddenly twisted his beard and laughed, looked at the little girl behind Yang Ye meaningfully, and said: "Little girl, you are so confident in your brother, it seems that this little maid of the old man is really flattered." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand and instructed the other steward under the hall: "Prepare the four treasures of the study, and ask Yang Xiaohou to play to the fullest." ”

The steward was stunned when he heard this, and his face showed a hint of surprise, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he agreed, turned around and went to prepare.

And the visitors in the living room were blinded, which made them a little secretly frightened.

This kid is just writing a poem urgently, just read it out, why do you need to prepare pen and ink?

Does Meng Lao really believe that this young boy can take out a work at random, which is a treasure of repairing literature and is priceless?

Everyone felt a little disdainful of Meng Yan's fuss, and their eyes all glanced at the calm-looking young man, ready to see his joke.

When Chen Jianchen saw that Meng Lao took out his pen and ink on the spot and asked Yang Ye to compose a poem, he knew that this was to drive ducks to the shelves and deliberately squeeze them.

If Yang Ye can make good works, everyone will naturally be happy, and everyone will talk about it.

But if he can't do it, in the eyes of these people, the name of this young man is all boasted, and those famous works are just occasional bursts of inspiration, and it can't be said that his talent, how earth-shattering, poetry, comes at hand.

Meng Lao has always been a bold and frank person, and doing this today is nothing more than to see with his own eyes whether this young man who dares to offend the Lei family is worthy of his protection in Douxue City.

Although this old general does not study poetry and other literary things very much, he loves these things no less than others.

The treasures he received from Xiuwen were usually given to those who were truly talented, loyal to the country, or had military exploits at the border gates.

Meng Lao's generosity is well known at the border.

But Meng Lao does not have to be kind to anyone, unless you have a certain strength, a certain contribution or use to the country and the army.

"Meng Lao, it's better to let Yang Ye read it out on the spot, today is the day of your birthday, bring out the pen and ink, and let this kid compose poems, such a big fanfare, it is inevitably a bit noisy. ”

Chen Jianchen was afraid that Yang Ye was not ready and would make a fool of himself in front of everyone, so he had to face the scalp and persuade Meng Lao.

Meng Yan glanced at him and said with a smile: "General Chen, don't worry, the old man is doing this, it is also the first time to meet, respect him and believe in him, if it is someone else, I will not even give him the opportunity to compose poems on the spot." Since that little girl is full of confidence in him, you, as an elder, should be more at ease. ”

Lei Zhiting next to him also smiled slightly, looked at him with flickering eyes, and said: "Meng Lao is right, Yang Hou can easily make such an earth-shattering tune as the national anthem, what is the difficulty of a small poem? ”

A general who was good friends with the Lei family suddenly snorted coldly, glanced at Yang Ye, and said: "I hope so, otherwise we people will wait in vain, after all, we are here today to celebrate the birthday of the old man, not to watch a certain stinky boy play." ”

"Hehe, General Cheng is right, the last general came here just for the birthday of Meng Lao, not to watch the clown performance. What's more, this clown's performance is not necessarily good-looking. ”

Another burly lieutenant also said mockingly.

In the living room, everyone had their own thoughts, looking at the young man who did not move, and many people had a joking look of schadenfreude and watching a good show.

After a while, two servants carried a desk, came to the living room, and placed it in front of Yang Ye.

On the desk, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have long been prepared.

Yang Ye saw that the hall was full of seniors with great achievements, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he stood up, arched his hand, and looked at the paper spread out on the table.

"Brother, I'll grind the ink, don't listen to these people's nonsense, just make an ordinary little poem, whoever dares to disagree, Ziyu will argue with him with his fists. ”

Yang Ziyu stepped forward to study the ink, not caring about the authenticity.

Yang Ye picked up the wolf's hair, looked at the girl who was a little apprehensive and excited, her eyes were full of admiration, she smiled slightly, and said, "Xiaoqing, do you have a poem title in mind, or what type of poem do you want?"

Xiaoqing was stunned when she heard this, turned her head to look at her master, and saw that the master nodded, with an encouraging look on his face.

The little girl's courage grew, she blushed, and said cautiously: "Young Master Yang, it will be Qixi Festival in a few days, my young lady is in the capital, and I don't know if I have found someone I like." The slave maid likes the little love poem made by the son when he got married, and hopes that the son can make a small poem or a small word with the test questions of Qixi Festival. The slave will pass it on to the young lady, so that the young lady will not be looked down upon by others at the poetry meeting in the capital, and hope that the son can be fulfilled. ”

After listening to her intentions, Meng Yan smiled, his eyes were full of relief, and explained to Yang Ye in a blink of an eye: "My daughter is stubborn, alone, studying in the capital, and it is rare to come back once a year. Although Xiaoqing is just a little girl, she is a playmate who grew up with her since childhood, and the relationship between the two is very good, so today she will ask for poetry for my Xue'er. ”

Speaking of this, he smiled at Xiaoqing again: "This is something that Yang Hou gave you, if you want to pass it on to Xue'er, I won't stop it." However, the owner of the work can't be replaced, you can tell Cher who did it when the time comes, I believe that with Cher temperament, she will not take the honor of other people's works as your own. ”

Although these words were said to Xiaoqing, they were also a statement to Yang Ye that he was relieved that the people of the Meng family would not steal his poems, and would also help him promote civilization in the capital.

Xiaoqing let out an "oh", obviously a little disappointed, but thinking that the admiring Yang Gongzi was going to write a poem for himself, he quickly became happy again.

"Since it's based on Qixi as a test question, then I'll make a small poem. ”

Yang Ye dipped the pen in ink, and after a little groaning, he began to move the pen on the paper like flying, and in less than a moment, it was done in one go.

Yang Ziyu next to him glanced at it, immediately frowned, a little indignant, and said, "Brother, let's not send this poem, you can make another one." I can't look down on when I did it, and you can give it away. ”

With this little girl's understanding of poetry, she can see the extraordinaryness of this little poem at a glance, and naturally she doesn't want to give it away easily.

And it was still given to a little maid, and that maid was to be given to a woman in the capital.

These people have no effect on my brother, and they are not as good as the Yinxue girl around her, so she is not willing to give them good things without getting anything in return.

Everyone saw that Yang Ye did not pause, and finished a small poem in a blink of an eye, and suddenly felt a little unbelievable.

When I heard what the little girl said with her mouth pouting, I laughed even more.

"Hmph, pretending, I see that this kid just wrote a song casually, specifically to fool us. ”

The general, who was good friends with the Lei family, sneered.

And the burly lieutenant suddenly stood up, strode forward, and said with a sneering face: "Boy, looking at you like this, I know that you have not been able to make anything good." Before, he was still determined and pretended, but your sister was still arrogant, it was just embarrassing and embarrassing, you brothers and sisters are really shameless. ”

Walking to the desk, his face was full of disdain, and he stretched out his hand and mocked: "Come on, come on, let Ning Mou see, what kind of earth-shattering work you have made, you arrogant boy who sells your reputation and reputation." Hehe, it's wrong, I'm afraid it's a piece of garbage that throws away your Yang Hou's face, hahaha......"

Vice General Ning laughed contemptuously as he reached for the piece of paper on the desk, preparing to humiliate the unscrupulous teenager on the spot and avenge General Lei.

Yang Ziyu's eyes flashed, and he just clenched his small fists, ready to make a move, but saw Yang Ye shake his head, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said, "Let him take his own humiliation." ”

Yang Ziyu was stunned when he heard this, although he was very puzzled, but thinking of his brother's talent and intelligence, he immediately let go of his fists and looked at the burly lieutenant who was smiling proudly with some curiosity.

Everyone had their own thoughts about the scene in front of them, and they didn't intervene.

Meng Yan sat on it, smiling rather than smiling, his eyes flashing, as if he was waiting for something.

Vice General Ning picked up the piece of paper, casually glanced at the small words on it, and touched it with the vitality in his body, and immediately laughed again.

While laughing, he said to Meng Yan with disdain on his face: "Commander, look at it, this is what you wasted your time and put down the shelf to prepare pen and ink for him." What kind of bullshit poetry is this, not only does it not have a little literary atmosphere, it doesn't even have a little momentum, and it is even softer to read, and it is sour and tooth-sour. Even if it is to be written in the future, it will definitely be better than this kid's writing. ”

"Ning Xiong, don't be rude!"

Lei Zhiting frowned and snorted coldly, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Jianchen sighed in his heart, and was about to stand up to help Yang Ye say a few words, but he heard Meng Yan say calmly: "Ning Xiong, read it out for everyone." ”

The maid Xiaoqing stood aside, very excited in her heart.

She doesn't know whether the poems written by Yang Ye are good or not, as long as they are written by Yang Ye, she will like them, not to mention that she is very confident in this Yang Gongzi.

"Yes, General Ning, read it out and listen to everyone, we admire Yang Hou's talent very much, hehe......"

The general surnamed Cheng glanced at Yang Yedao with a sneer on his face.

Ning Xiong smiled, glanced at Yang Ye mockingly, raised the paper in his hand, and read it out roughly.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels in secret.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge!

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight!"

After Ning Xiong finished reading, he was about to sneer and continue to sarcastically mock Yang Ye for a few words, when he suddenly found that there was silence around the hall!

"Does this little word have a name?"

After a long silence, Meng Yan on the stage suddenly asked.

Ning Xiong looked at the paper and said in a daze: "Returning to the Great Commander, this word is called Queqiao Immortal, hum, a name that doesn't make sense......

As soon as he finished speaking, the piece of paper suddenly shook, and the light burst out, and a vast literary aura burst out in vain!

Ning Xiong suddenly felt a sinking in his hand, and the piece of paper was as heavy as a huge mountain, "click", and directly crushed his two arms, boom, and smashed to the ground!

The whole hall shook suddenly, and the stone bricks on the ground were all cracked!

...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, and your support. That's what motivates me the most. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian to read. )9