"Sixth brother!" Zhu Zinc secretly pinched Zhu Jun's sweat, Zhu Jun has never made a poem, even if it is a five-word poem, it is not so easy to do.

It's a pity that he can't write well, it's okay to do limericks, and it's impossible to do such a good job.

Zhu Yu also frowned, this poem is really good, and I don't know if the sixth child can come up.

It's a pity that the rules are limited, and others can't speak.

And Zhu Yuanzhang, who was outside the Fengtian Palace, said: "This Yang Ji's poetry is really powerful. ”

Wang Gou'er thought to himself, don't say a stick of incense, what if you give King Wu a day?

The arrogant guy has won two battles and is empty-sighted.

Just thinking about it, I saw Zhu Jun walk to the table, pick up the pen and write.

But everyone couldn't help laughing.

Just because Zhu Jun's posture of holding a pen is nondescript, he knows at a glance that he can't write.

Although the written words are not crooked and incomprehensible, they are not very good.

Yang Ji looked at Zhu Jun's words, and was suddenly extremely disappointed, at this level, I don't know how he dared to open his mouth to fight with them.

Just thinking about it, Zhu Jun threw the pen aside, "Okay, read it!" ”

Everyone was stunned again.

So fast?

It can't be written blindly, right?

Wei Guan frowned and stepped forward, looking at Zhu Jun's words, he was speechless for a while, but fortunately, he could also recognize this word.

After some silent reading, his face changed greatly, and the eyes that looked at Zhu Jun also changed.

"Master Wei, why are you stunned, are you illiterate, or can't you read?" Zhu Jun looked at him with a smile.

"Yes, Master Wei, you read it, okay, let us listen!"

"That's it, let us also appreciate King Wu's masterpiece!"

These people had a sneer in their eyes, and they didn't believe that Zhu Jun could write a qualified five-word poem in such a short period of time.

Wei Guan was silent for a while, and then read aloud: "Look at the mountains from afar, and listen to the water silently up close." The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”

The voice fell, and the scene was silent.

They all recited Zhu Jun's poems repeatedly, and the expressions on their faces became more and more wrong.

Yang Ji was brushing his beard, when his hand suddenly shook and tore off a few of them, which hurt him so much that he couldn't help baring his teeth, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Zhu Zinc stroked his palms happily, "Okay, it's still a good spring, and people are not surprised when they come!" ”

The doglegs of the main hall cheered in unison.

Zhu Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking: "This kid is really material!" ”

Ma Daodao also looked incredible, "This, this, is this really a poem made by His Royal Highness King Wu?" ”

Listening to the cheers of these children, Yang Ji leaned over and looked at the poems made by Zhu Junzhan tea, and suddenly became speechless.

"What's the name of this poem?" Wei Guan asked.

"Draw!" Zhu Jun said.

Wei Guan nodded, a good painting, only two crosses, a beautiful spring painting floated in his mind.

The people present are all appreciative, although Zhu Jun did not use flowers as a metaphor, but this artistic conception is not lost to Yang Ji at all.

"How, can it be compared to your poem?" Zhu Jun looked at Yang Ji.

Everyone's eyes converged on Yang Ji's body, Yang Ji's lips trembled, and he said for a long time: "It's comparable!" ”

This is not only comparable, but better than his.

"Since King Wu is right, then ask King Wu to write a poem!" Yang Kee said.

Zhu Jun nodded, "Then I'll also publish a five-character poem, if you can match, I will admit defeat!" ”

What a big breath!

After everyone heard this, there was another discussion, but it was just a five-character poem, can you still make a quatrain for the ages?

It's not possible.

Yang Ji snorted, "Let's make it first!" ”

Zhu Jun smiled faintly, pen and paper, ink, and wrote.

And at this time, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was outside the Fengtian Palace, had already asked people to write Zhu Jun's "Painting".

"This poem is good, we like it, let Li Yanxi copy it when the time comes, let's frame it!" Zhu Yuanzhang grinned.

Wang Gou'er said yes, but his mood was extremely bad.

This damn madman actually came up in a few breaths.

No matter how you look at it, it feels fake.

But in front of everyone, no one helps, so it can't be done by others.

"I want to see what kind of shocking five-character poems this madman can make!"

Although Zhu Yuanzhang did not allow eunuchs to learn to write, Wang Gou'er, as a person who was more advanced to the emperor, naturally would not relax in private, and it was impossible for an illiterate poor man to be reused.

Only those little eunuchs who worked as coolies did not need to read and write.

At this moment, Zhu Jun threw the brush aside, "Okay, read it!" ”

"So fast?"

Everyone stretched their necks curiously, wanting to see what poems Zhu Jun wrote.

Wei Guan stepped forward, looked at the scribbled words, and forcibly endured the discomfort to recognize it, which he didn't know, and he was startled when he recognized it.

Such scribbled words put together made him feel cold all over his body.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow! Wei Guan said bitterly: "Poem name: Jiang Xue!" ”

Zhan Tong savored it carefully, and when he looked at Zhu Jun again, his eyes were extremely complicated.

Zhao Shou gasped and couldn't speak anymore.

Song Ke and others just tasted the power of this poem in an instant.

Song Lian didn't say anything, his complicated expression was obviously not calm to the extreme.

Yang Ji was stunned in place, "Don't be lonely!" ”

The people of the Hanlin Academy frowned.

"This poem is amazing, it can be called a quatrain!"

"It's not a quatrain, it's a quatrain, just a little reading, you can feel the loneliness and desolation, like a cold river breeze blowing in your face."

It was autumn, and the autumn tigers were rampant, but they felt a little cold.

The cold came from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time it gave birth to a sense of sadness.

Zhu Jun sat beside Zhu Yu, crossing Erlang's legs, "You still have time for a stick of incense, this king is waiting!" ”

Yang Ji was stunned there, pondering for a long time, even if it was him, it was rare to find this kind of quatrain in his life.

It's just tea time, he raised his head, smiled bitterly, and bowed his hand: "The grass people are served, Wu Wang Shicai, the grass people are willing to bow down!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone didn't react, how long has it been, and not long since a stick of incense has just been lit, why did you admit defeat?

The crowd was full of incredulous expressions.

You're a five-word condor shooter, fake, aren't you?

But Wei Guan, who is closest to Yang Ji, knows very well that each of Zhu Jun's two poems is not right.

Especially this song "Jiang Xue", this tens of millions of loneliness, relies on a flash of inspiration, and this flash of inspiration is a reader, and it is difficult to find it in a lifetime.

It is precisely because he understands himself that Yang Ji will calmly admit defeat.

Zhu Jun's butt was not hot, and he sighed, "You can recognize yourself clearly, and you can afford to lose, okay, then don't waste time, next!" ”