Hearing Jiang Han's words, several people in the room reacted differently.

Zhongli Daru was full of smiles, he wanted to see how the poems this kid wrote when he got serious.

If Jiang Han can make a poem that is not inferior to "Touching the Fish", it shows that his talent is far above the four princes of Yunmeng, and he is not even inferior to the talent of Jinshi.

Yin Zhuli is eyes sank slightly, this kid is really ashamed! I don't seem to be able to hear my sarcasm at all.

Yuan Bin also looks like he is watching a good show.

Jiang Han said: "There are ten miles of plum blossoms here, so that kid will write a poem with plum blossoms as the theme." ”

As soon as these words were spoken, several people in the room were stunned.

Plum blossoms again?

The poem on the plum picture is based on plum blossoms, which is already a masterpiece.

And now Jiang Han still wants to write another plum blossom poem?!

You must know that no matter how talented a person is, it is difficult to create two poems that can be considered masterpieces on one thing.

It is very normal for a person to see a certain flower and suddenly have an inspiration to make a masterpiece, but if a person makes two masterpieces with a certain flower as the theme, it is extremely rare not to mention that it is rare in the world.

What's more, the second song will surpass the first!

Yin Zhili was stunned for a moment, and then sneered in his heart, this kid is not only ashamed, but also arrogant!

Zhongli Daru couldn't help but say: "You have already done plum blossoms, why don't you change the topic?" ”

Jiang Han smiled and said, "No need, Zhongli Daru will let me think about it for a while." ”

Zhongli Daru stroked his beard and smiled: "Okay! I'll listen to it! ”

Jiang Han walked towards the window, looking at the plum blossoms in the back mountain, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

At this time, Qin Muqing also came to the door with her maidservant Qingping, she was also interested in appreciating the plum on a whim, and after a while, she heard Qingping come to report that her uncle was blocked by a master.

Although Miss Qin didn't like Jiang Han yet, after all, she was from the Qin Mansion, so how could she allow others to be humiliated? The momentum came with Qingping.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw several people in the room.

"Lord Zhongli, Zhou Yuanjun." Miss Qin hurriedly took a salute.

"Niece doesn't need to be polite!" Zhongli smiled.

"Miss Qin, you came just in time, Jiang Gongzi is preparing to write a poem with plum blossoms!" Zhou Yuanjun also smiled and nodded.

Qin Muqing glanced at the people present and Jiang Han who was standing by the window, and guessed that she was really not interested in composing poetry, so she wanted to say something about the scene, and said with a smile: "Zhou Yuanjun's academy has planted a lot of plum blossoms, it is really full of flowers, this situation and this scene, it is just right to compose poetry." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhongli Wuwu and Zhou Shanhai were all smiling.

But Yuan Bin couldn't help laughing.

Qin Muqing glared at him: "What are you laughing at!" ”

Yuan Bin hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, it's okay!" ”

This Qin Da Worm can't afford to provoke himself! I still remember that I used to die to conquer her, but she was hung with a rope for two days and two nights, during which she was whipped a lot.

Now when I see this female worm, my legs and stomach are weak!

When Yin Zhuli saw Qin Muqing, his eyebrows and eyes were also raised, this Qin Muqing is really beautiful, but it's a pity that it's too rough! And I really don't understand poetry and songs.

Jiang Han naturally didn't know what these people were thinking, the reason why he looked at the plum blossoms outside the window and pondered was not thinking about how to write poems at all, but thinking about which one to copy.

There are so many of Yongmei's masterpieces!

It's a bit confusing to choose which one!

And his thoughtful and frowning expression has a different interpretation in the eyes of everyone.

Zhongli Daru was looking forward to it, and Yin Zhili sneered in his heart, he was really a boy who didn't know the height of the sky, bragging and not making drafts! Look how you end.

Yuan Bin also wanted to laugh at it, but when he thought that Qin Muqing was in the room, if he provoked her, he would inevitably be beaten!

As for Qin Muqing, his eyes widened, thinking: How can I send an invitation and compose a poem!

Jiang Han suddenly said: "Take Mei as the theme...... Well, there you have it! ”

As he spoke, he brushed his sleeves and turned around, and said with a smile: "Jiang Mou will have a song of the Seven Laws in his hand, and Zhongli Daru should not laugh at the boy for not doing well." ”

Zhongli smiled without worrying: "Hurry up!" ”

Jiang Han chanted slowly: "Zhongfang shook off Duxuanyan and occupied the small garden. ”

When these two lines of poetry were recited, Zhongli Daru nodded slightly, Zhou Yuanjun smiled, and Yin Zhuli raised his eyebrows.

These two poems, although not brilliant, are acceptable.

Jiang Han paced slowly, looked at the plum blossoms outside the window, and chanted: "The sparse shadow is horizontally slanted, the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon." ”

As soon as these two sentences came out, in everyone's minds, a beautiful scene of "plum shadow slanting, fragrant floating, and moonlight shining" involuntarily emerged.

Zhongli Daru's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but applaud in a low voice: "Good poetry!" ”

Others' faces also changed drastically.

Although these two sentences did not write a single word "plum", they used the words sparse shadow and dark fragrance to express the posture of plum, and portrayed a beautiful plum blossom picture in the hearts of everyone.

Jiang Han said loudly: "The frost bird wants to steal the eye first, and the pink butterfly is like knowing and breaking the soul." ”

"Fortunately, there is a slight groan, and there is no need for a sandalwood board to share a gold bottle."

After chanting a song of seven laws, Zhongli Daru immediately stood up, his expression was surprised, his eyes lit up, and said, "Good poem, good poem!" This poem is really the first in Yongmei's work through the ages! ”

If you had heard this kind of evaluation before, the people present would have scoffed, but after hearing this poem, they felt that this poem deserved this kind of evaluation.

Qin Muqing pretended to be appreciative with a smile on his face, clapped his hands and said, "Good poetry, good poetry!" ”

Why is it a good poem, in fact, she doesn't know, but first, she can't understand a word of this poem, it must be not bad, and secondly, Zhongli Confucianism has said okay, where can this poem be bad?

Zhou Yuanjun's face was radiant, and he couldn't help but high-five: "The sparse shadow is horizontally slanted, the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon...... Beautiful, so beautiful! As soon as these two sentences come out, I am afraid that Dayu's Yongmei poems will be tarnished because of them! ”

Yin Zhuli looked at Jiang Han in disbelief, if this poem was written by a great Confucian, he would have to applaud loudly at this moment, but this poem was written by a student younger than him!

This made him feel a strong sense of frustration in his heart!

Yuan Bin smiled bitterly: "Yuan just thought that Brother Jiang was arrogant and arrogant, but I didn't expect what Brother Jiang said to be true, but he despised Brother Jiang!" ”

Jiang Han accepted it when he saw it, and said: "Jiang only has poetry that still has merit, and the rest needs to be learned from you." ”

After saying that, he looked at Zhongli Wuwu and arched his hand and said: "This poem, the kid wants to name it "Gift Zhongli Wuwu Adult", I don't know what the great Confucianism wants?" ”

As soon as he heard this, the smile on Zhongli Wuwu's face became even stronger, this kid ...... What a delight!