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Yang Ye took Yang Ziyu and passed in front of those talents, except for Liu Gaoqing, who beckoned in his position, no one else was willing to look at them.

In the eyes of these people, something that has no value will never deserve their attention, even if it is a human being.

Of course, Yang Ye and the others didn't care at all.

After coming to Liu Gaoqing and sitting down, Yang Ziyu said with curiosity on his face: "Brother Liu, I heard that today's test question seems to be half a poem." How can it be half a poem?"

When Liu Gaoqing heard this, he was stunned for a moment, looked at her with strange eyes, and said, "Sister Ziyu, Miss Qin'er hasn't come out to announce it yet, how do you know that it's half a poem?"

Even if he said poetry yesterday, he definitely didn't say it, and today's topic will be half a poem, so Liu Gaoqing felt strange when he heard it.

"Ziyu wandered around last night, and I listened to a few girls on the deck, it seems that it was the Qin'er girl. ”

Yang Ye glanced at Yang Ziyu, smiled slightly, and explained.

"Oh, I see. ”

Liu Gaoqing nodded, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a low voice: "Sister Ziyu, can you hear them mention it, which half of the poem is it?"

Yang Ziyu shook his head and followed Yang Ye's words: "They didn't say it." ”

At this time, the bead curtain moved, and the girl in green walked out with two maids, holding a folded piece of paper in her hand.

"Look, Miss Qin'er is out!"

Everyone quickly stopped talking and looked at each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the young lady has already made a good test. These are two sentences, and half a poem, which son can pick up the following two sentences, and if the young lady is satisfied, it will be considered a winner. ”

Qin'er opened the paper, glanced at everyone, and said slowly.

"Half a poem?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.

Such a topic is not difficult to say, but it is not easy to say.

Although the first two sentences are easy to understand, I don't know the mood of the poet at the time, and the last two sentences are impossible to pick up.

But since it's a poem, you can figure out some of the meaning of the whole poem from the first two sentences, anyway, the answer behind is alive, as long as it's right, it should be okay.

"Sure enough, it's half a poem. ”

When Liu Gaoqing heard this, he glanced at Yang Ziyu, and then said with a firm face: "This time, I must win again, strike while the iron is hot, I want Miss Mu Wan to see me all the time, and she will slowly think of me in her heart." ”

Yang Ziyu grinned, raised his little fist and said, "Brother Liu, come on." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, listen, although this half poem is only two sentences, it is not easy to listen to the meaning of the young lady. Miss also asked me to give you a hint, which may have a lot to do with the artistic conception and meaning of the whole poem. ”

Qin'er explained, carefully read the paper again, and said clearly: "The title of this poem is called, the first two sentences are, Mei Xue is not willing to descend in the spring, and the sao people put aside the pen to comment on the chapter." ”

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, glanced at everyone, and said, "Miss's prompt is only two words, and that is the word long." The specific meaning, you don't need to ask, Qin'er doesn't know, Miss won't say, everyone express their opinions, guess for yourself. ”

After speaking, she nodded to the two maids behind her, and the two of them said yes, took pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and quickly distributed them to each table.

"This time, you don't have to read it, if you think of it, you can write it on paper and give it to me, and I will give it to the young lady for a purpose. ”

Qin'er said.

Watching the maid finish distributing the paper, she lit a stick of incense again and said, "As usual, it's still the time for a stick of incense." There is only this one test question today, if everyone's answers are not satisfactory to Miss, then this opportunity to have dinner with Miss will be invalidated. So I hope you will cherish this opportunity. ”

"Only one chance today?"

When everyone heard this, their faces were full of surprise, and then they quickly cheered up and began to recite those two sentences silently, thinking hard about the next two sentences.

With a faint smile on her face, Qin'er stood aside and waited quietly.

"Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the saugers put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter. ”

Liu Gaoqing frowned, muttered in a low voice, and muttered: "The title is Snow Plum, so the whole poem should be written about winter snow and plum blossoms." The meaning of the first sentence is that the two met in the same season, competing with each other, and neither refused to admit defeat. The second sentence is that when the poet saw this scene, he had to put down his pen, and it was difficult to judge the high and low......"

"Why is it so hard to judge?"

He cupped his chin and closed his eyes in thought.

"Brother Liu, think slowly, don't worry, Ziyu will help you sharpen your ink. ”

Yang Ziyu picked up the stone inkstone and recited those two sentences silently while grinding the ink.

After a third of the time, Liu Shao'an over there suddenly stood up, took the paper with a proud face and said: "Miss Qin'er, this half of the poem has been picked up in the next month, and I asked the girl to take it in and let Miss Muwan comment on it to see if she is satisfied." ”

"Okay, Liu Gongzi waits. ”

Qin'er smiled slightly, went over and took the paper herself, and entered the house.

In less than a moment, she smiled again and said to Liu Shaoan: "Young Master Liu, Miss said, your last two sentences are very gorgeous and smooth, but they have nothing to do with the word long and short." So, sorry ......"

When everyone heard this, they secretly gloated.

Liu Shao'an's face turned red, and he argued unwillingly: "Miss Qin'er, what I mean by the last two sentences is that the days of snow in the south are very short, not every day, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom, but they can be seen every day until they wither. How can this not have anything to do with the word long?"

When Liu Gaoqing heard this, he frowned slightly, and said, "This Liu Shao'an's thoughts are the same as mine, but it seems that Miss Mu Wan is not satisfied." ”

"Young Master Liu, I have already brought Miss's words, if you are not satisfied, you can go in and argue with Miss yourself. ”

Qin'er looked at him, still with a faint smile on her face, but her tone was a little cold.

When Liu Shaoan heard this, his expression changed slightly.

"Brother Shao'an, sit down!"

"Don't be reckless, if you annoy Miss Mu Wan, you and I can't afford to be guilty. ”

Those people in the same city as him, when they saw Qin'er say this, their hearts suddenly jumped, and they hurriedly pulled Liu Shaoan to sit down and whispered comfort.

Liu Shao'an also came to his senses at this moment, thinking of Han Muwan's strength and her master, who was said to have changed color even with the city lord of Nangu City, his back was drenched in cold sweat, and he quickly stood up and said in fear: "Miss Qin'er, she is reckless, she is in a hurry, she is talking nonsense, and I ask the girl to forgive me." ”

Qin'er glanced at him, ignored him, glanced at the only half of the incense, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, half of the time has passed, please continue to work hard." ”

When everyone heard this, their hearts suddenly became a little anxious.

Liu Gaoqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and picked up the brush, but he was a little hesitant: "Since the length of the snow plum is wrong, will it mean spring? Spring, on behalf of hope, winter will pass, heavy snow will go, plum blossoms will bloom, spring, will it be far away?"

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he secretly rejoiced: "The cold winter represents setbacks and ups and downs, that is to say, although the difficulties are long, there is always hope......"

"No, no, I seem to be thinking a little off-topic. ”

Liu Gaoqing shook his head, put down the brush in his hand, and sighed.

"Brother, this poem looks easy. ”

Yang Ziyu suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Ye, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

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