Zhang Xinlin was the fourth to get up, he took a piece of calligraphy from the hands of the staff, and then introduced to everyone: "This is my personal treasure for many years, called "Yuan Long Sticker", from the hand of Master Wang Yinghan, has been preserved for more than ten years, or quite collectible, everyone also knows that Master Wang Yinghan is a person, heroic, uninhibited, and likes wine on weekdays, so I will take the word 'drinking' as the title, poetry can be. ”

When the crowd heard.

Their eyes lit up.

To know.

The subject of drinking is still relatively popular.

On weekdays, they dabble in it.

Even if you can't think of it at the moment.

I have a lot of inventory in my head.

It's not hard to write.

It's rare how to stand out from this gang.

Not much.

Someone began to embellish the rhetoric.

There are also people who come forward and read it out directly after sorting it out in their minds.

Zhang Qi is not in a hurry or impatient.

While keeping an eye on the works of other literati.

While polishing his own verses.

Ten minutes or so.

When you feel confident that you will win the championship.

He just stepped forward.

"The student composed a song "Drunk Between Flowers", I hope Master Zhang can like it." Zhang Qi suddenly said loudly.

"Okay, read it."

Zhang Xinlin smiled and nodded.

Then.

Many people's eyes quickly gathered.

The corners of Zhang Qi's mouth raised.

After a sigh of relief.

Then start making a sound.

"Dongcheng gradually feels the wind"

"Quack."

"East City Gradually"

"Quack."

"East"

"Quack."

it!

Recite a sentence and sound it.

Why don't you pinch your own rhythm.

Zhang Qi's whole face was pulled down in an instant.

Black doesn't work.

Turning his head to look out the window.

I saw that the guy who had just peeled the walnuts had changed his hand to hazelnuts this time.

The one that smashes is called a kick.

What's even more infuriating.

He didn't eat it himself after smashing it.

Instead, it was fed to the woman opposite.

It's a poetry meeting!

Very serious poetry meeting!

What are you two doing here?

"I said, if you two like food so much, why don't you go out to eat? Can you stop influencing others here? ”

I was interrupted a little earlier and set a fire.

Now Zhang Qi is even more angry.

I didn't shy away from people.

directly threw out such a sentence.

Look at the young people in front of you.

He only regarded the other party as a family member who brought it in.

So there is no fear of offending people at all.

And Zhang Qi's words came out.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin instantly became the focus of the audience.

Everyone looked at them in unison.

Beside.

Yu's father's face changed first.

He knew that Zhang Qi was a disciple of Yuan Dajun.

The identity is here.

It's not a contradiction.

So he hurriedly stepped forward to act as a peacemaker.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry for disturbing you, I'll apologize for the children." Yu's father said so.

"This uncle, I don't mean anything else."

Zhang Qi's face softened slightly: "Your two family members have made all kinds of movements since they came in, which is really impossible to concentrate, I hope they will pay attention." ”

That's an exaggeration.

Just the little movement of Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin eating.

Basically, no one notices.

After all, the mind is on writing poetry.

What's more, the sound of whispering and recitation is not small.

Who cares.

However, Zhang Qi is more sensitive.

Usually quiet and quiet.

In addition, it is not very pleasing to the eye to look at Lin Hao.

That's when it broke out.

"Okay, okay."

Yu's father smiled and agreed.

Lin Hao frowned.

I wanted to refute it.

I could see the old man glaring at him vigorously.

I thought about it.

Still pressed down.

But the trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop.

Zhang Xinlin said with a smile at this time: "The little brother has been eating since he called, but he hasn't participated in the competition much, should I give this question a try?" ”

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone was a little confused.

No.

Who is this man?

Why did Master Zhang take the initiative to invite him?

And what about Zhang Qi.

is also suspicious.

It's a little unclear.

Only the few people who entered the room at the end did not change their expressions.

Start thinking about it.

For this invitation.

Lin Hao didn't want to agree.

Be a salted fish viewer.

Nothing bad.

But he looked at Zhang Qi, who was looking for faults, and thought of the apology scene of the old man just now, but nodded: "Then try it, let him read it well." ”

Let him finish it first?

Hear the words.

Zhang Qi couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

There's no problem with this guy's brain.

If you cut in and show it first, you might even get some applause.

You can write poems after him.

Then you can only be confused with everyone.

"It seems that the little brother has an idea."

Zhang Xinlin smiled, then looked at Zhang Qi and said, "Then let's continue first." ”

"Okay, Master Zhang."

Zhang Qi regrouped.

began to write his own poems slowly.

Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good

Wrinkled ripples welcome guests

The green poplar smoke is light and cold

The red apricot branches are in spring

Floating hatred and less entertainment

Ken Ai's daughter smiled lightly

Persuade the sun to hold wine for the king

And leave an evening glow among the flowers

As soon as this poem came out.

It was another round of applause.

Zhang Xinlin also had to nod his head in praise.

The whole purpose is drinking.

The scalable environment is simply beautiful.

The film starts with a tour of the lake.

Acura Spring.

Paint a vibrant, colorful picture of early spring

The next film is a reversal of the healthy artistic conception of the previous film.

Drink and talk.

Life is like a dream, ethereal.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

"Good!"

"This poem is wonderful."

"Zhang Qi is afraid that he is going to go to the next city."

"It's too capable."

"Killing madness."

"I'm afraid I don't have to compare in the future, right, can I still lose?"

The extremely strong picture in the poem is sensitive.

Everyone present was amazed.

If the previous Zhang Qi gave them the impression that it was only strong.

That's outrageously strong now.

As soon as this poem came out.

I just can't fight.

The way to the people behind is cut off.

"Good fellow, your apprentice is much stronger than last year."

The judges' side.

Zhao Qinglong couldn't help but comment: "The things written are getting more and more fine. ”

Yuan Dajun smiled and explained: "This kid is born with a relatively high understanding of ancient poetry, and he usually works hard enough, so it is not surprising that he has this level. ”

"Teacher Yuan, the corners of your mouth can't be suppressed, it's not surprising." Zhou Tingyun directly debunked him.

"Eh, Mr. Zhou, others can say this, but you can't say it."

Yuan Dajun said: "I think your granddaughter's level is also strong." ”

"Pei Wen is still lacking more than Zhang Qi in terms of poetry." Zhou Tingyun said truthfully.

"It also depends on the on-the-spot performance, don't praise this kid, you can't be proud now, I'm afraid I'll be even more proud when I look back." Yuan Dajun hurriedly said.

"What's wrong with being proud, Zhang Qi, this kid is arrogant."

Wang Xuehai interjected and said: "In other words, people call it self-confidence, they don't have any ability, and they can't be proud if they want to." ”

"You guys"

Yuan Dajun smiled and shook his head.

But the praise in the eyes of the beloved disciple.

But I can't hide it.

In the field.

Zhang Qi finished reading.

He stood aside and looked at Lin Hao with contempt.

The corners of his mouth with a faint smile seemed to say, "I'm done performing, it's your turn." ”

on this.

Lin Hao wasn't afraid.

Even when I came over.

I didn't even look at each other.

Just ignore it.

I don't have the intention of pretending to be hard.

A group of jealous.

A good life is always so involuntary.

That's right.

Since you kid is uncomfortable looking for someone to abuse.

Then come on.

"Master Zhang, my poem is called "Will Enter the Wine"."

Lin Hao stood still.

Slowly introduced.

"Okay, let's get started, I'm really looking forward to my little brother's work."

Zhang Xinlin's words were not adulterated at all.

Last literary meeting.

He liked the poems written by Lin Hao for a long time.

Especially "Water Tune Song Head".

Not an exaggeration.

That is the existence of the ceiling in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

One of the people present is counted as one.

Definitely heard of them all.

But what they don't know is.

The author is standing here now.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns"

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk"

Take a deep breath.

Lin Hao began to read it out.

His voice was not loud.

It's like a simple narrative.

But even so.

But they heard it.

More than just hearing.

Their expressions were even more stiff because of the slight stiffness of these two lines.

The same goes for Zhang Qi.

He thought the other party was a straw bale who didn't understand anything.

But this one begins.

There's still something.

However, no one expected it.

An even more horrific literary rampant is unfolding.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope to be drunk and do not want to wake up

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman

Five-flowered horse, golden qiu

Hu'er will exchange for fine wine and sell eternal sorrow with you

Lin Hao recited it freely.

But the expressions of the whole scene, from the judges to the contestants, suddenly became interesting.

As time progresses.

Their facial morphology is constantly changing.

In the end.

It's like seeing a ghost.

looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief.

"Oh my God."

"This poem."

"Absolutely."

"How is that possible?"

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"And such poems?"

"What did I hear?"

The literati were stunned.

Dad Yu and the others were stunned.

Zhang Xinlin and several other judges were also stunned.

Look at Zhang Qi again.

The whole person is already listening.

The face that was still ruddy was stunned and turned pale.

"No way, how is this possible, how can you write this kind of poem."

In distraction.

Zhang Qi muttered to himself.

It's unbelievable.

What the hell is this kidding.

He's the best of the younger generation.

How could it be defeated by a random guy who came out of nowhere.

And this guy is not very old.

Fake!

It's definitely fake!

(End of chapter)