Half a pillar of incense time, whether it is fast or not, whether it is slow or not, Liu Che and others are bored, so he blew his fingers and teased the two thin dogs in the gazebo.

Zhang Heng was a little suspicious, Liu Che did it on purpose, just to disturb their thoughts, but fortunately, Zhang Heng and the three of them wrote the poems within the specified time.

The first to finish writing was the reader who took the lead in standing up, and before the time for half a cup of tea arrived, he wrote the poem directly!

Zhang Hengyou secretly glanced at it, and wrote a bamboo poem.

Being able to write poems in such a short period of time is not a spring of thought, but a trick!

Bamboo, which is what literati and ink writers like, has a lot of poems! There are many poems that have not been released!

Liu Che came up with such a question, Zhang Heng naturally wouldn't debunk that person's careful thoughts!

Anyway, as long as you can make Liu Che embarrassed!

"I'll come first!" The incense that was lit, the last wisp of green smoke drifted away, and the first reader to respond to the battle couldn't wait to say.

Liu Che nodded indifferently.

"The contemptible man wrote a song of bamboo! Mr. Liu, listen up! ”

"Bamboo is born in the wilderness, and he is three feet tall. The youth festival is noble and righteous, and no one appreciates the romance. ”

As soon as the poem was read, the reader immediately exchanged words in a whisper.

On the other hand, Liu Che's gang seems to have just listened to a poem!

Didn't react much!

Zhang Heng didn't comment too much on this song in his heart, he felt that it was just the normal level of that person, and there was nothing too amazing!

"Young Master Liu, what do you think of this "Yongzhu"?" Although it was an ordinary poem by that person, Zhang Heng smiled and asked Liu Che to comment.

"So-so! If it weren't for that lofty righteousness, I feel like a three-year-old child on the street could write it! ”

As soon as Liu Che said this, the reader who wrote this song directly became angry.

His hard work was actually said by Liu Che, a disciple of the general who did not learn and did not know how to do it, as something that a three-year-old child could make!

"Rest easy! Didn't he have poetry too? When his poems come out, you will shame him again, and that is the most relieving time! Seeing that his companion was about to rush up and fight with someone, someone hurriedly stopped him, and at the same time told the man to be angry for a while.

was persuaded like this, and the person's mentality immediately changed.

Don't look at Liu Che's clamor now, but as long as Liu Che's poems are not as good as him, then his counterattack is the most heart-wrenching!

All the anger can be released by severely suppressing Liu Che!

Thinking of this, the man glared at Liu Che and snorted, intending to endure this evil breath for the time being, he had to think carefully about how to humiliate Liu Che when the time came.

Zhang Heng saw that the person behind him did not look like he wanted to continue to be impulsive, and he was also slightly relieved.

In the competition of force, all of them here may not be able to take down Liu Che!

Should I say it or not, what Liu Che sometimes says really makes people want to kill him!

"Duanrui, give you a masterpiece and read it to Master Liu!"

Xu Qing'an, who was holding a green jade hairpin, walked out slowly, and said in a warm voice: "The clumsy work "Lin Yuan Yong Peach Blossom Response", please also ask you to correct it!" ”

The literati are full of style!

"The peach blossoms are scorching and bright, and countless strange spots are flying. In order to see Fang Lin with a smile, he did not return to Wen Shu. ”

As soon as Xu Qingan's poem came out, everyone applauded!

This poem of peach blossoms, Shanglian writes the peach blossoms full of branches, and the feeling of being extraordinarily enchanting, especially the two-word dot is excellent! It fully describes the relationship between the peach blossoms gathering and scattering, and it is full of poetry!

The next link is even more exquisite, in order to wait for the blooming of the peach blossoms, smile and wait quietly in the peach forest, this artistic conception, is a flavor! The second half of the sentence is even more topical: spring! In the spring, anyone who sees this scene will not have the desire to return home.

Zhang Heng also turned his head to Xu Qing'an, Duanrui's poems have gone further!

This song "Lin Yuan Yong Peach Blossom System" is probably going to be sung in Lin'an City!

"It's my turn now, Master Liu, please listen!"

Zhang Heng didn't let Liu Che comment on Xu Qing'an's poems this time, and really asked Liu Che to comment on them, which was a bit humiliating to Duanrui's poems.

Liu Che snorted, he didn't think Xu Qing'an's poems were very good.

"A certain one is written in "Late Spring", and you have a lot of comments." Zhang Heng hugged his fists at everyone and read it.

"The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple are fragrant. Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky. ”

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

"Brother Zhang's writing is good!"

"Brother Zhang is really skilled!" After listening to Liu Che's poem, Xu Qingan also said convincingly.

Compared to him, Zhang Heng's realm is higher!

He is just a small thing, and Zhang Heng is Wing Chun!

Although the poem describes the beautiful scenery in late spring, it embodies the idea that people should take advantage of the time and seize the opportunity to create something valuable.

Xu Qing'an lost the heart of the oral administration!

"What! You say good poetry, what's so good? Isn't my title a song? Zhang Heng doesn't even know how to review the question, you are still holding his stinky feet there, and he is really a group of sour Confucians! ”

When everyone praised Zhang Heng for writing a good poem, Liu Che's words rang out.

Zhang Heng and the others were stunned at first, but finally they were laughed at angrily!

Liu Che's understanding of Yongwu can only be a formal thing, which can be seen and touched, like this spring scene, but in his eyes, it does not belong to the category of 'things'.

If you don't learn anything, you don't know what to say!

"Master Liu, if you don't learn and don't know how to do it, don't make a noise, it's all a joke!" The reader who was commented on by Liu Che on the poems would not let go of this opportunity, Wing Chun is not a poem, so what kind of poem can be counted?

Liu Che's eyes widened, and he also knew that he was making a joke, but he couldn't lose the battle.

"A song is a song! How can there be such a promiscuity! ”

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "Since Master Liu thinks that my poem is not counted, then it will not be counted for the time being!" We have two more poems here, and if you can win one, you'll win! How is it? ”

With Xu Qingan's poem and a poem that played normally, Zhang Heng dared to take out his "Late Spring" so confidently.

"Young Master Liu, let's give you a poem! What about your poems? ”

Hearing Zhang Heng say this, the scholar who was commented on by Liu Che was not very polite when he spoke.

"A bunch of sour people! Can the sixth master still be afraid that you won't succeed? ”

Liu Che rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to fight.

"Listen, the sixth master's poem is called "Song of the Goose"!"

As soon as Liu Che said the name of the poem, Zhang Heng and the others subconsciously looked at the stream in Lin Yuanyuan.

The stone bridge is arched, the stream is quiet, the sun is sprinkled down, and among the different shades of greenery, there are a few white geese parked under the stone bridge.

Could it be that he composed poetry on the spot?

Unable to allow them to think too much, Liu Che had already begun to read it.

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky. The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”