However, he said that Zhao Xing couldn't withstand Yuan Shu's deliberate squeeze, so he had to stand up and recite a poem about summer loudly:

The green trees are long in summer, and the buildings are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses.

(Solemn statement: The original text here quotes Gao Biao's "Mountain Pavilion Summer", and the provincial one is said to be plagiarized by the author!)

"General Zhao is really brilliant, this poem is savored, the aftertaste is long, there seems to be a cool breeze coming, good poetry!" Guo Jia, the follower, cheered for Zhao Xing very interestingly, and shook his head and commented.

The old man on the stage also expressed his satisfaction with Zhao Xing's poem, and after whispering a few words to the old men on the stage, he said loudly: "In the first round of poetry meeting, the poetry of Zhao Xing, the general of Pingbei, is one step higher, and it is considered the best! ”

When the people in the audience heard this, there was another 1u-n coax, and they began to brew the sadness of parting one by one, preparing to make a show in this round.

After a while, there were talented and agile people in the audience who made poems and sent them to the high platform, and asked the teachers to comment. The teacher on the stage picked out some poems that were more relevant to the topic and recited them, but there were a lot of applause.

Zhao Xing listened to it and followed a few times from time to time, not wanting to make himself seem to be superior. Zhao Xing really thinks so in his heart, after all, what he recited is not a poem made by himself, although they are all works of later generations, so as not to be plagiarized by others, but he still has self-knowledge, if he really wants to say that he is talented, he has no way to compare with those teachers and some talents on the stage, and Y-N poetry is not his strong point!

Zhao Xing wants to keep a low profile, but some people don't want to let him go. Last time, it was Yu Shi who squeezed him, but this time he changed to another table. I saw a tall scholar, with a handsome face, and the demeanor of a child, stood up and said loudly: "Nanyang Yuan Shao implores General Zhao to add a new work to convince everyone!"

"I actually met Yuan Shao here, these two brothers really don't plan to let go of my brother, that brother has to give you some fierce information, the province is squeezed by you every time, when I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Zhao Xing was a little annoyed, he wanted to keep a low profile and try not to provoke others, but others just wanted to tease him.

Zhao Xing stood up again and said loudly: "Shangdang Zhao Xing is not talented, there is a clumsy Y-N and everyone, please axe it!", after finishing the words, a shocking farewell poem came out in advance.

"The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin. Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch. There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. Inaction is on the wrong path, and the child NV is stained with a towel. (Solemn statement: The original text here quotes Wang Bo's "Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou")

"Good poem!" Several teachers on the stage, including Zhang Jian, were shocked by this poem and stood up one after another. Zhang Jian even made a profound comment: "The opening and closing of the whole poem is frustrated, the qi is circulating, and the artistic conception is spacious. A wash of sorrow and lingering state, reflecting lofty aspirations and broad ambitions. "In particular, 'confidant in the sea, if the end of the world is next to each other', it should be a famous sentence that can be handed down to the world! General Zhao is really a handsome man in both civil and military affairs!"

The scene of the poetry meeting was very lively, and a courtyard not far from the poetry meeting was even more lively. "Xinyi, that martial artist who went to the party has written a new work again!" A NV-looking NV ran into the courtyard excitedly, holding the farewell poem that had just been recorded from the front. (Zhang Xinzi Xinyi, the NV of Zhang Jian, a university scholar.)

"Feng Qin, you talk about it again! That Zhao Xing is not a martial artist, people are Yunwen Yunwu, Xiong has splendor!" The NV Zi, who is known as Xinyi, is holding a piece of recorded poetry in his hand and leaning intently in front of the window, under the reflection of the oil lamp, leaving only a beautiful back that makes people infinitely reverie.

"Ah, this is another poem made by Na Wufu, and even Scholar Zhang got up and applauded. I don't know why that guy has so much money at such a young age, and he is still a little white face, and the most annoying thing is that he can pretend to be a scribe!" The NV named Feng Qin said very depressedly.

"Hehe, why does Fengqin girl hate that General Zhao so much?" Zhang Xin turned around, and 1-showed a delicate face like a fairy in the moon. "What poems did General Zhao do?"

"Here, see for yourself!" Feng Qin handed over the farewell poem made by Zhao Xingxin.

Zhang Xin didn't wait to take a closer look at it in his hand, and he had already changed, and he looked like he couldn't put it down. "What a good poem! Who is the talent in Luoyang?" Zhang Xin couldn't help but praise softly.

"Sister Zhang, you can enjoy it slowly, I'll go to the front to see the excitement. ”

Although Zhao Xingyi's farewell poem shocked the audience, it still couldn't reach the shock of "Will Enter the Wine", the teachers of Taixue were still coming up with questions, and the students in the audience were still actively showing their talents. And Zhao Xing is not welcome next, as long as the old man on the stage comes up with a topic, he doesn't need a moment to write a poem, that time, it's scary.

The Taixue teachers on the stage were already numb, and they all turned a blind eye to Zhao Xing's limelight. Finally, when Zhao Xing's new poem with a similar style to "Will Enter the Wine" was presented, Zhang Jian1 had a calculated smile. "I've finally found you!" Mr. Zhang cheered in his heart.

Zhao Xing wrote a poem about drinking as requested this time. Last time, Li Taibai's "Will Enter the Wine" had already been stolen by him, and this time, Zhao Xing didn't mind stealing another "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Shixian.

A pot of wine in the room, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the music must be bsp; I sing and wander, and I dance and shadow zero 1u-n.

When you wake up, you are happy, and when you are drunk, you scatter.

Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan.

After seeing Zhao Xing's poems, Zhang Jian ran off the stage directly, walked to the Yubi Pavilion, and stared at Zhao Xing for a long time. Although there are few people in the Yubi Pavilion, there are still a few scholars, especially Guo Jia, who is very suspicious, why is Zhang Daxue standing in the pavilion stunned?

"Dare to ask General Zhao, but the person who has left two poems on the drunken immortal upstairs?" Zhang Jian asked hatefully.

"Guochang is not talented, but it makes the university scholar smile!" Zhao Xing was also a little confused, so he had to reply politely.

"Today, I know that General Zhao is talented, and he is a rare talent, I wonder if I have time to talk about it?" Zhang Jian asked.

"It's an honor, I dare not quit!" "Since the scholar was invited, Zhao Xing had to sell face, so he happily agreed.

The news that Scholar Zhang wanted to invite Zhao Xing, the general of Pingbei, who was a new donor, to come to the palace to discuss in detail was like a gust of wind that blew through the scene of the poetry meeting, and a large group of scholars wailed loudly, only the person concerned, Zhao Xing, did not know what to do. Before the poetry meeting, there was news that people with good things were walking, saying that the color of this poetry meeting was Zhang Xin, the daughter of Zhang's family. Now Scholar Zhang has not been invited by others, but Zhao Xing has been invited, and his intention is self-evident.

"Sister Zhang, it's not good, Senior Scholar Zhang invited that martial artist to your house as a guest!" Zhang Huang, the NV son known as Fengqin, ran into the backyard in a panic and said loudly.

"Daddy has a treat, but what are you doing in a hurry?" Zhang Xin asked quietly.

"Oh, the scholars are all saying that Zhang Daxue is in favor of Zhao Wufu, and he wants to marry you to that guy!" Feng Qin still looked unrelenting, "You must not agree! That martial artist can't compare with my original brother (Yuan Shaozi's original brother!)"

"Yuan Qi, you don't want to talk about 1u-n! Daddy promised me that my marriage must be matched by me! Besides, your eldest brother Yuan Shao may not be stronger than Zhao Xing, how can you see any poems by Yuan Benchu tonight?" Zhang Xin, who was angry by Feng Qin, retorted without appreciation.

This NV child, known as Fengqin and the same age as Zhang Xin, turned out to be the NV of the Yuan family, and Yuan Shao was a cousin, and it was the NV of Yuan Kui, the Taifu of the Dynasty. If Zhao Xing knew that in the backyard at this time, the Yuan family was having trouble with him, his male x-ng horm-ng would definitely be able to be jī out in an instant.