"If you want to ask for a good place to go in the south of the Yangtze River, Suzhou is the first-rate."

"It's too ordinary, it's too ordinary! Children on the street can sing. ”

"Jiangnan garden is the best in the world, talented and beautiful women compete for tours, the first day of the first month of the first month of the poem will be sheng, I have a golden fan and peony."

"Your poem is not even worth the money of this plate of fruit on the table, and you still want to take away the golden fan and peony?"

"The night is dark and the clouds surround the teeth, the cold stars fall on the heron sleeping in the sand, and the pedestrians are melancholy Suliutai, and they have been with ...... Worked with ......"

"I once swept away the flowers with King Wu, right? I can't even memorize it, and I dare to come to the poetry meeting? This "Nian Gu Su" is a poem by Mr. Jiang in the previous dynasty, you don't think that few people know, I still have his original there! ”

"Plagiarism, the most shameful, fork out!"

……

"Hahaha...... I don't get out of my seat, I just want to see your real talents, but it's really disappointing, it's a shame that you are wearing a mask, otherwise you will show your true face, I don't know how many people will blush! ”

The man who laughed was the green-robed man he had met at the door, and he got up and walked out of his seat, strode up to the high hall, and defied everyone:

"Listen, this is called poetry—

Lingbo crosses Hengtang Road, who is with the poetry and wine years?

The blue clouds cover the heavenly palace, and the snow is covered with spring breeze. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry......"

"Rhyme, duality, artistic conception, all three, I have indeed been to Hengtang Road, and the description is colorful...... Listening to the voice of this celebrity, is it quite familiar? ”

"Oh, if you look at the jade pendant hanging on his waist, you will know that it is the great talent of Hanshan Academy, Mr. Ouyang Gong."

"It turned out to be a famous man in Suzhou, no wonder he was able to make this poem, I don't think we can compare, tonight's poet king is none other than him."

The room was full of praise from the guests.

Ouyang Gong shook his head proudly and asked in a loud voice, "How?" But there are still people who have poems to attack? ”

Jiang Yuntian was anxious, and grabbed Song Che and Liao Heng, "Aren't you two the best at composing poetry?" Hurry up and come out with the first quatrain, which is bigger than this. ”

Liao Heng frowned, "Regardless of his character, this poem is really good, I'm thinking about ......"

"Damn, you're still a jinshi!"

"Hey, Jinshi writes articles, not poems. It is estimated that he had already studied this poem in his early years, and it was not easy to improvise to outperform him. ”

Liao Heng shifted his gaze to Song Che, who looked confident, "I know you have good poems, don't hide them, take them out quickly." ”

Song Che smiled faintly, wrote the poem with pen and ink on the table, and was not in a hurry or impatient: "Don't worry, there are so many people in the poetry club, there must be someone who will attack, I have good poetry, but I have to appear in the finale." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white sitting next to him stood up, walked slowly up to the high hall, and whispered:

"Mandarin ducks and phoenixes have wings, and there are thousands of fish in the willow pond;

The pine and bamboo are really guests, and the bright moon and breeze are old people. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry......"

"Mandarin ducks, luan phoenix, willow, pond fish, pine, green bamboo, bright moon, breeze, both echo, reading this poem makes people think about it, looking forward to love!"

"I guess this boy is here to find a good person, right? Hahaha! ”

The male guests were full of praise, and several female guests secretly ran out of the screen, wanting to see the appearance of the poet.

"What a feminine and erudite son, but I don't know what he looks like under the mask?"

"With such a talent, what do you still want to do with your looks?"

The man in white remained silent, only glanced at Ouyang Gong, and said softly: "Mr. Ouyang, I agreed." ”

Ouyang Gong wanted to refute it with a poem, but when it came to his mouth, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he snorted coldly and walked back to his seat and sat down.

"Brother Jiang, it's your turn."

Song Che elbowed Jiang Yuntian with his hand, and at the same time handed over a piece of poetry, and whispered in his ear: "The above poem can make you the king of poetry, and the following two sentences can make you the king of the pair, so and so, so and so ......."

After listening to it, Jiang Yuntian looked at the psalm, confused, and asked Song Che: "Why don't you go?" Where do I look like the king of poetry? It's more like a slashing king! ”

"Hey, have faith in yourself, listen to me, listen to me, can't be wrong, can't be wrong, go quickly, go quickly."

"Oh, it's okay for you to let me go on the field to kill the enemy, how can I make this kind of poetry-"

"Ge Laozi, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, go quickly!"

Song Che pushed Jiang Yuntian out of his seat with all his might.

Just when everyone thought that the golden fan belonged to the man in white, he suddenly turned around, and a guy wearing a tiger mask and a tiger head popped out with a rolling belt.

"Isn't this the old man who shouted at the door before? How did he get out? ”

"I'm afraid it's suffocated and I can't find the toilet, right?"

"Hahaha......"

Jeer.

Jiang Yuntian turned his head and glanced at Song Che, turned his head to look around at the guests, and shouted: "Shut up!" ”

The majestic and domineering courage made the Confucian students sit upright, blushing, and did not dare to say anything more.

When he looked at the man in white again, he smiled, and lost his majesty again, "Uh...... I'm ...... Actually, I'm not ......."

The man in white said softly: "Don't pay attention to them, if you have a poem, just chant it." ”

With Jiang Yuntian's tall and burly eagle figure, the man in white was as petite as a little sparrow.

Now that they are all in this position, Jiang Yuntian is not ambiguous, clears his throat, tries to behave more elegantly, and listens to him whisper:

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping.

Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. ”

As soon as this poem came out, the birds were silent.

The great poet Zhang Ji, although not as famous as Li Du, but also talented, this "Fengqiao Night Park", the poems are beautiful and far-reaching, and the emotional color is rich, and it is not an exaggeration to call it contemporary first-class.

The man in white's eyes fluttered, and asked softly, "What is the name of this poem?" ”

Jiang Yuntian said: "Fengqiao night park. ”

"Fengqiao Night Park, Fengqiao Night Park...... The moon fell and the sky was full of frost, and Jiang Feng was sleeping...... Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night...... to the passenger ship. ”

The man in white repeated, groaning, as if he had brought himself into the poetry, and the eyes under the mask revealed true feelings, "Good poetry, good poetry......"

He praised, and walked back to his seat and sat down.

"So, is there anyone else going to attack?" The doctor asked aloud.

Guests, you look at me, I look at you, they all shook their heads, as soon as this famous poem comes out, who will compete?

"He must have plagiarized! Look at his appearance, without the slightest elegance, how can he make such a good poem? Ouyang Gong stood up and retorted.

The attendants on the side responded one after another, and everyone had jealousy in their eyes.

Song Che sneered: "Everyone here is a person who has read poetry and books, and you should know all the famous poems, right?" If this poem really appeared, with its popularity, how could you not know? I dare not say that my brother's poem has never come after him, but there is no one before him! ”

Liao Heng angrily pointed at Ouyang Gong: "You are jealous and jealous, and you are a corrupt Confucian who judges people by appearance, today you are comparing poetry, not people, whether it is a prince or a beggar, as long as you have talent in your belly, you can come to the meeting, the threshold of this Huilanzhai is only half a foot high, who can you stop?!" ”

Good!