I have to say that Yang Xiu's topic is just right, which makes Zhao Ling'er, who finally stabilized her mood, make waves again.

Because the poem that my brother just wrote has both flowers and love.

raised her head, and sure enough, she saw Guo Yi looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Brother. Why do you look at me like that? ”

"What do you say?"

Guo Yi asked rhetorically.

Zhao Ling'er suddenly understood, turned his head sideways to avoid his gaze, and said softly: "Brother does you want Ling'er to wait for you to write it?" ”

"Hmm."

Guo Yi nodded slightly.

Yang Xiu had already ordered someone to send pen and ink to the guests at each table, and Zhao Linger immediately took the pen and began to write.

As for Guo Yi, he watched this scene with great interest, admiring the girl's beautiful handwriting with interest.

"No wonder it is always said that people are viewed by words, Ling'er's calligraphy is similar to your temperament, they are all so gentle as water."

Zhao Ling'er's little hand trembled slightly, and the ink suddenly spent paper.

"Brother, don't influence me."

"Okay, you write."

Pang Tong, who was nearby, looked sideways slightly: "Does Changxin Hou plan to let Miss Zhao answer the question on your behalf?" ”

Before Guo Yi could speak, Zhao Linger said: "When my brother came, I wrote a poem, and I just wrote it for me. ”

When I said it, I felt that something was wrong, didn't this reveal my brother's gift of poetry?

However, she didn't explain, this kind of thing seems to only get darker and darker, and the more you explain, the more unclear it becomes, so it's better to let it go.

Pang Tong frowned slightly and said no more.

Guo Yi didn't bother to pay attention to him, but approached the girl and laughed in a low voice: "Is this considered a husband?" ”

Zhao Ling'er's little hand shook again, and she broke a piece of paper again.

"If my brother is so mischievous again, Ling'er won't write it for you."

Monkey?

Guo Yi smiled: "It's okay, you write." ”

Then he noticed Zhuge Liang, who was doing nothing on the side, and said curiously: "Doesn't Kong Ming show his hand?" ”

The list of teachers is a roster of the ages, which shows the literary brilliance of Zhuge Wolong.

Zhuge Liang touched the feather fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Liang has only learned the art of war and strategy over the years, governing the country, and is not good at Fengyue. ”

This is too modest, and if you can write an article like the teacher's table, the writing will not be bad.

Perhaps in the eyes of this Zhuge demon, it can't be compared to the top level of Guan Zhong Leyi, so it can't be called proficient, and of course, it may also be disdainful of emerging in this kind of poetry.

After a short time, all the children of the family had completed their works and presented them to Yang Xiu.

In order to highlight fairness, justice and openness, he also specially invited several famous Confucians in Shilin to review the manuscript together.

Several people exchanged heads and ears, and most of the manuscript had already been read.

At this moment, a middle-aged Confucian suddenly lost his voice and said, "Everyone, please look." ”

Yang Xiu and the others took a closer look, and their faces were shocked, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

It's been a long time.

Yang Xiu sighed: "Seeing this poem, the poems present are all unsightly. ”

Then he looked at the inscription below, and there were a few small characters written on it.

"Guo Yi, Zhao Ling'er ghostwriting."

Yang Xiu was stunned, and then said with a smile: "People say that the tiger father has no dog, but when I saw it today, the Guo family's unicorn is really extraordinary." ”

Just a poem can't determine Guo Yi's talent, but this poetry talent is indeed inherited from his father.

A great Confucian stroked his beard and smiled: "This romance is not inferior to his father." ”

In the front, Guo Fengxiao visited the widow's house at night, and Guo Zilin walked with the United States, borrowing the first of the beautiful woman to praise her love.

Yang Xiu shook his head helplessly: "Ruthless but ruthlessly annoyed, this Guo Zilin clearly regarded the poetry club as a place for him to reveal his heart." ”

Then, Yang Xiu slowly stood up with the poem manuscript in hand.

"Ling'er always feels a little lost."

Zhao Ling'er on the other side thought about it carefully afterwards, this poem is destined to be a famous work that has been passed down through the ages, and the things she helped her brother write are afraid that it will be passed down for thousands of years with this poem.

"Why?"

"Because, the world will think that Ling'er and her brother have a past, and there are different speculations about this."

Zhao Ling'er said boldly.

Guo Yi smiled, if he didn't know how to answer at this time, he would be blind to the homework of his previous life.

"Then it's better to make it a good story that everyone yearns for, so that future generations will know that behind the poem, the boy and the girl make a promise of life and death before the flower."

"It turns out that the ancients of a thousand years ago were so romantic."

Zhao Ling'er's little face was slightly red: "What does romance mean?" ”

"That is, uninhibited, poetic."

"Hmph, my brother wrote poems with a purpose in the past, unless you write another one."

There seems to be another meaning in the words, if you write another poem for me, I will marry you.

Although she knew that this kind of quatrain was difficult to copy, she still couldn't help but have expectations in her heart.

"It's easy to say, but writing poetry requires a specific environment, is Ling'er willing to follow me to find this kind of romantic place?"

"For the sake of my brother's sincerity, Ling'er will promise you."

While the two were whispering, Yang Xiu had already stood up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the result of this poetry meeting has come out, and it is the poem in my hand. Seeing this poem, you can be regarded as a worthwhile trip tonight. ”

Seeing Yang Xiu so highly regarded, everyone couldn't help but be curious.

A child of a family smiled and said: "Brother Yang, don't sell Guanzi, I'm curious about what kind of masterpiece the poetry will come out of tonight." ”

The rest of the people also began to coax and bury Yang Xiu's deliberate betrayal of Guan Zi.

Yang Xiu smiled, straightened his posture, and said slowly: "The flowers are faded and the red and green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world. ”

"Swing in the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded away, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. ”

When the words fell, Pang Tong looked at Guo Yi: "You wrote this poem?" ”

As a person who is proficient in strategy, it is a necessary condition to observe words and looks, and to know things slightly, he has long noticed the interaction between Guo Yi and Zhao Ling'er, and can see that this person has a winning attitude.

Guo Yi was curious: "How did Brother Pang guess it?" ”

Pang Tong was silent for a moment: "It's me who lost, and when I see you in the future, I, Pang Shiyuan, retreat." ”

Willing to gamble and lose, as soon as this poem came out, he knew that he had lost. If you can't afford to lose and continue to entangle, you will be embarrassed.

"Brother Shiyuan doesn't have to be like this, Shicai is just a joke. Besides, poetry is just a pottery sentiment, and the art of war and strategy you have learned, and the way of governing the country is the skill of benefiting the country and the people. ”

Guo Yi actually had no ill will towards Pang Tong, but had a sense of guilt for taking advantage of the other party.

No way, if he doesn't create a villain, how can he have a chance to make a difference?

Although the Wolong Phoenix Chicks were used as jokes by later generations, their abilities would not be questioned.

Pang Tong was a little surprised, he thought that this person would be unforgiving, and continued to humiliate him with this incident.

"It's worthy of being the son of Taiwei Guo, I lost again in the seventh degree."

"Chang Xinhou has an extraordinary bearing, Liang admires." Even if you are as proud as Zhuge Liang, you have to admit that this is a good poem.

But what he appreciates more is Guo Yi's well-founded state of mind and the value of peace.

Although the Guo family is a big family, the Pang family is not a poor family, and a real fight will only be a lose-lose outcome.

"Do you really know how to write poetry?"