In the pavilion.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Shi Di.

Even Murong Qing slowly lowered his hands at this moment and stared at Shi Di.

But at this moment, Shi Di's whole person stood in place like a piece of wood.

Even Wang Yuan was anxious.

In his mind, he could already imagine the scene of everyone's ridicule of Cao Wei after the poem was recited.

"Miss Shi, you read it."

Shi Di shook his head slowly, and Liu Mei never let go: "This poem is absolutely capable of being made by many people, it is simply ......."

Seeing Shi Di's expression, Wang Yuan chuckled and said, "Miss Shi, could it be that this poem is rubbish, and it is difficult to speak?" ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Wang, didn't you say that this Cao Wei is rich and rich, and his writing is brilliant, how can the poems he composed make Miss Shi unable to read them!"

"Yes, I was originally wondering why this person was able to beat Brother Wang and Brother Cui in the Huiyuan examination, I'm afraid it was also opportunistic, right?"

"It's very true, this person didn't even dare to come to the poetry meeting, it seems that it is indeed wise for him not to come."

Murong Qing's thoughts were also confused, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Personal voice.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" There was even more hatred in her eyes when she looked at Wang Yuan, and she couldn't help but point at Wang Yuan and scolded: "Wang Yuan, you are really too much!" ”

"Sister, you wait......"

Before Wang Yuan could answer, Shi Di suddenly called out to Murong Qing.

At this time, the shock in her heart finally calmed down a little, and she said seriously: "Sister Qing'er, I am going to give this poem to my father. ”

"What?!"

Wang Yuan and Murong Qing asked at the same time, looking at Shi Di with disbelief.

Even the others stopped talking, not knowing what Shi Di meant by this.

Isn't that too bad a word to speak?

At this time, even Cui Zhe couldn't help but glance over.

"Sister, are you sure?"

Murong Qing swallowed.

She was more surprised than others.

Because she just knew the purpose of this poetry meeting, if the poems are handed over to Shi Zizheng, then it means that Cao Wei will also have the opportunity to worship Shi Zizheng's door, and may also become his son-in-law!

Shi Di's expression was serious, not like he was joking at all.

She took a deep breath and said to Murong Qing: "Sister has already thought about it, if I don't give this word, I will not be able to feel at ease in this life!" ”

The voice fell.

Everyone gasped, and their hearts were extremely curious about this song.

What is it written that can make Shi Di say such things?

But.

At this moment, Wang Yuan is the most anxious.

He realized that something was wrong, and asked anxiously, "Miss Shi, what words did this Cao Wei write?" ”

With Wang Yuan's question, everyone else also bowed their hands towards Shi Di and asked:

"Yes, whether it's good or bad, I'm willing to listen."

"Miss Shi commented, we are all in the clouds, after all, the poems written by so many of us in front of us have not been sent."

"Miss Shi, it's better to read it out and let me wait for you to see and see!"

And not only others.

Murong Qing was also curious, and wanted to know what Cao Wei had written.

"Okay."

Shi Di looked around and then once again landed on the poem in his hand.

She took a deep breath and read:

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid, a cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng. ”

"The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

As the word "sunny" fell, the audience was silent.

Suddenly.

The breeze blows, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the pavilion make a crisp sound.

Even the crowd of people who were standing in the porch were completely silent, quietly watching the strange scene in the pavilion.

Wang Yuan's expression froze.

His expression was full of complexity, with palpitations, sorrow, but more incomprehension.

He couldn't believe that this was actually a word that Cao Wei could make!

Of course, it's not just him.

Even Cui Zhe, who was sitting on the side and drinking tea, did not put down the teacup in his hand for a long time, as if it was frozen there.

Originally, he had no waves in the past and present, and now his face is full of solemnity.

Without exception.

Everyone present was savoring the song.

The people who can come here are basically readers, and even if the level of writing poems and lyrics is uneven, their comprehension skills are not bad.

Let them empathize with the impossible, but they can taste the state of mind.

Suddenly.

The sound of rain broke the silence.

The drizzle drifted and hit the green leaves.

After a while, the entire lake was also covered with white mist, and the lake gradually became hazy.

Finally, the first in the entire gazebo finally appeared

Wang Yuan's cheeks twitched slightly, and his lips trembled.

As a Confucian student, he really felt part of the artistic conception in this word.

He kept shaking his head, repeating the word impossible.

Then.

A second voice also appears.

"How can this poem be what he can write......

Everyone looked for prestige and found that the person who spoke was Cui Zhe.

Cui Zhe held the teacup in his hand tightly, his face confused.

Followed by.

The whole scene was instantly hot, and discussions were everywhere.

"This poem just now, is it really that Cao Wei can make it?"

"Oh my God, what kind of thing has he been through, and he is in such a state of mind!"

"Brother Wang, you're right, this Cao Huiyuan is not only brilliant, but also far beyond us!"

"Yes, if this person is here, I will definitely have fellowship with him!"

There is no second word but admiration.

After all, Wang Yuan had already praised Cao Wei to a certain height just now, if the poem was not caught, the consequence would naturally be ridiculed by everyone.

But now Cao Wei's poem has completely caught his praise!

Wrong!

It's not just about catching it!

It is nowhere near the level that Cao Wei has shown!

What will be the element?

What's brilliant?

The level embodied in this poem alone is far from being as simple as what Wang Yuan just said!

It is no exaggeration to say.

If this poem is written by the great Confucian Shizi, then there is absolutely no sense of disobedience!

Even, compared to Shi Zizheng's world-famous "Bo Wangfu", it is not much better!

Seeing the crowd like this.

Murong Qing's heart was full of thoughts.

She was delighted, but somewhat resentful.

She knew that Cao Wei was a good seedling, and she also wanted Cao Wei to work hard.

But Cao Wei's previous performance made her very disappointed.

But after today's poem was delivered, Murong Qing was completely shocked.

It turns out that this is Cao Wei's real level!

Even in the rush of a carriage, a word of this caliber can be written.

So how many young people in the world can compete with Cao Wei in terms of poetry?

No wonder......

No wonder Cao Wei is reluctant to come to the poetry club!

It turned out that it wasn't that I was afraid, it wasn't that I didn't dare, and it wasn't because something would delay.

It's that he doesn't bother to participate in this kind of poetry meeting at all!

Come to think of it.

Murong Qing breathed a long sigh of relief, and the doubts that plagued her heart were instantly resolved.

But then.

She bit her red lip lightly, and suddenly felt like she had been deceived.

Such a literary style, such a state of mind!

It's still hidden for fear of being discovered!

If it weren't for his father's discernment and giving Cao Wei a chance, I'm afraid this poem wouldn't be here!

"Hmph, you Cao Wei, you even lied to Mr!"