Chapter 91

Zu Yancao was also sitting on the seat, and kept glancing at Zhuang Yisheng at the moment.

Bring out the poems I have prepared for you, and shake them all.

Zhuang Yisheng looked at his heart, looked at his mouth, and pretended not to see it.

Alas...... Zu Yancao sighed, such a good opportunity to make a name for yourself, what are you embarrassed about.

Donglu Qin Shoucheng sat in the corner, his eyes turned around, and he looked at the young people.

Today's little-known people may be tomorrow's opponents of Donglu, and they must be carefully observed. However, judging from the poetry alone, there are no people who are too outstanding.

Nanyan, known as the Yan barbarian, has not been strong in poetry, and it is not as good as Donglu, the hometown of poetry, books, etiquette and music.

Today's limelight was also completely overshadowed by the entourage of the East Ruff Mission.

Wen Xiang also noticed this, his eyes turned around, and after finding Zhuang Yisheng, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I don't know if Zhuang Yisheng has any poetic talent.

Could it be that there is no one today who can save some face for Nanyan.

Taishi Li's gaze swept over the crowd and fell on Zhuang Yisheng. His right hand was in his sleeve, and he didn't know if to call his name.

Today is an opportunity to make a name for yourself, even if you don't have a poetic talent, you should prepare a song in advance.

Even if the writing is not very good, I can hold it for you. I said that he wrote very well, and who would dare to say that it was bad.

But seeing that Zhuang Yisheng didn't mean to come out at all, so Taishi Li was also hesitating.

Fang Dingyuan kept glancing at his father, but Wang Shangshu's gaze glanced at Zhuang Yisheng.

"Xiao Zhuang. ”

"Zhuang Gongzi. ”

"Zhuang Gongzi ......"

"This son ......"

Zu Yancao, Wen Xiang, Li Taishi, and Wang Shangshu spoke at the same time, everyone was stunned, and then found that the four people were referring to the same person.

Many people present were a little stunned, and said in their hearts, who is this person, who can be picked by four people at the same time.

The four of them were also a little confused, looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and then retracted their palms in unison.

King Xiaoyao smiled: "I also recognize this Zhuang Gongzi, a young man, young and promising." ”

Now, Wen Xiang didn't know that Zhuang Yisheng had entered the Tai Academy to study.

Zu Yancao didn't know that Zhuang Yisheng and Wen Xiang knew each other.

Taishi Li didn't know how Zhuang Yisheng knew King Xiaoyao.

Wang Shangshu thought that Zhuang Yisheng was just a student of Tai Academy.

So, the expressions on everyone's faces were a little confused.

King Xiaoyao personally walked over, grabbed Zhuang Yisheng's wrist, dragged him out of the crowd, poured a glass of wine, and sent it to Zhuang Yisheng.

"Zhuang Gongzi, everyone is optimistic about you, don't shirk anymore. ”

Fang Dingyuan and Zhang Huaiyang saw this scene, and they were so happy that snot bubbles almost popped up.

Although I don't understand why so many people call Zhuang Yisheng's name. But in the end, it did.

Just let him write poetry.

What kind of poetry does he know, looking at the big lantern from afar, and seeing the big lantern up close......

Liang Cang and the others also kept grinning, Zhuang Yisheng's ability to compose poetry, they had also seen it. Today, if Zhuang Yisheng takes out the poem that is thin at the top and thick at the bottom, he will become the laughing stock of Nanyan tomorrow.

They will even be held accountable for tarnishing the country's decency.

Everyone on the field was either worried or confused, but there was only one person, who was particularly confident.

Zu Yancao looked up his face, there was no problem. Once my poem is taken out, everyone will be speechless, and tomorrow the six countries will have to sing it.

Zhuang Yisheng picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it all, and said: "Today is the time for his meeting, how can I be disappointed and ugly." ”

"Okay, come on, pen and ink waiting. King Xiaoyao casually said: "Mu Liuyun, you sharpen ink for Zhuang Gongzi." ”

In the center of the dinner there was a bookcase, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Mu Liuyun squatted on the ground, used water to dissolve the black ink, and raised his eyes to look at Zhuang Yisheng.

The beauty under the lamp is seductive.

Zhuang Yisheng held a wolf pen, lifted his sleeves, and groaned slightly, since you all want me to write a poem, then I will write one.

The wolf's pen was dipped in thick ink and fell on snow-white rice paper.

"July 14 Spring Breeze Building Sword Viewing and Expression"

"Good word!"

As soon as he wrote down the next topic, the guests in the hall were full of appreciation.

"The pen walks through the back of the paper. ”

"Like the dance of the crane, like the journey of the snake, without more than ten years of hard work, you can't practice such a good word. ”

Just looking at this word, poetry should not be weak. ”

Zhuang Yisheng has been copying books all these days, and he doesn't use his brain much anyway, and practicing calligraphy is even a pastime.

Moreover, when he first crossed over, he was still a baby, and he was also learning to write ink since he was a child, and he could write plum blossom seal characters with both hands.

Fang Dingyuan glanced at it, and subconsciously pursed his lips, but he didn't expect Zhuang Yisheng to write really well. But what is the use of writing beautifully, it still depends on how well the poem is written.

Zhuang Yisheng started writing again, wrote down an empty line, and wrote it down from top to bottom, and he had great courage at the beginning.

"Today, there is a beautiful woman Mu Liuyun, a sword dance moves in all directions"

Everyone gasped, the appetite at the beginning of this poem was very big, Fang Dingyuan subconsciously opened his mouth wide, and Mu Liuyun glanced at Zhuang Yisheng deeply.

If this poem can be passed down through the ages, his name will also be praised by countless people.

Zhuang Yisheng continued to write.

"The viewer is like a mountain and depressed, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time"

"If you shoot nine sunsets, you will be like a group of emperors and dragons."

"Come like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condense the clear light"

"The beauty of Donglu is in Yanjing, and the wonderful dance of this song is promising"

"A full house of flowers and drunk 3,000 guests, a sword frost and 19 towns"

The full house was speechless at the moment. There is no doubt that this poem will be passed down through the ages. Perhaps soon, the entire Six Kingdoms will sing this poem, and the Qinlou Chuguan will sing it. In the future, if someone says that Nanyan is a Yan barbarian, you can use this poem to smash them in the face.

Mu Liuyun's cheeks were crimson, and he even forgot about his task. The first impression of Zhuang Yisheng was just mediocre, but at this time, the charm he exuded made people dare not look at it directly.

Zhuang Yisheng stood with his pen in his hand, groaning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After that, he leaned down again and continued to write.

Mu Liuyun looked at the tip of his pen and had already subconsciously read it.

"Last year's battle, drinking horse slope, this year's battle, Changlong Road. ”

"Wash the waves of the sea in the small moon, and let the horses go to the grass in the snow in the Tianshan Mountains".

"The Long March of 10,000 miles, the three armies are aging. ”

"Demons use killing as farming, and in ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand fields were seen. ”

"The Xin family built a city to avoid demons, and there was still a beacon fire burning in the imperial capital. ”

"The beacon fire burns endlessly, and the battle is endless. ”

"Die in field fighting, and the trumpet of the defeated horse is mourning to the sky. ”

"The black kite pecks at people's intestines and flies on the dead branches. ”

"The soldiers are reckless, and the generals are empty. ”

Zhuang Yisheng paused for a moment and wrote the last sentence:

"He who knows that the soldier is a murder weapon, and the saint has no choice but to use it. ”

There was silence.

Qin Shoucheng's eyes widened in the corner, and his gaze fell on Zhuang Yisheng for a long time and couldn't take it off.

Zu Yancao is very sorry, why don't you write according to what I taught you.

"You, you ......" Fang Dingyuan couldn't help but speak: "Don't you know how to write poetry?"

Zhuang Yisheng just put down his pen, raised his head and said, "Why do you think so?"