Yang Zilong, a young man dressed in shabby clothes but with a jade tree in the wind, immediately attracted the attention of the girls, and they all stared at Yang Zilong.

I saw that Yang Zilong was neatly dressed and handsome and chic, talented and handsome, and his mouth, with his red lips and bright teeth, was more able to export chapters.

Hearing Yang Zilong's peerless poem, Meng Liwei was speechless and irrefutable, and admired this poem in his heart, but now he only... Jealous.

Meng Liwei has not learned since he was a child, and he likes to show off his talent in front of literati and elegant guests.

Listening to Yang Zilong's poem now, this talent is simply ten buckets high, but Meng Liwei's talent is eight buckets, but in front of Yang Zilong, it is so overshadowed.

Seeing that those people were praising Yang Zilong's poems, Meng Liwei frowned and was depressed, Meng Liwei looked down on Yang Zilonglong just now, and now they are praising him, they are slapping him Meng Liwei's face here.

This makes the rich son Meng Liwei feel embarrassed.

Meng Liwei couldn't suppress the jealousy in his heart, and suddenly said angrily: "He wrote this poem about his self-inflicted amorous, narcissistic and arrogant, he is dreaming of going to heaven, it's so funny, a person who wants to go to heaven and earth but has no ability, except for whimsy, can only use poetry to vent." ”

As soon as Meng Liwei spoke, there was silence in the lobby.

Others looked at Meng Liwei with curious eyes, do you really appreciate poetry, aren't you embarrassing the face of your ancestors for eighteen generations when you explain other people's poems like this?

Yang Zilong looked at Meng Liwei, just smiled faintly, and said that Lao Tzu was amorous or narcissistic, and it was okay to say that Lao Tzu did not have the ability to go to heaven and earth.

If we have the ability, let's use poetry to learn about our talents, or we can learn about the ability to go to heaven and earth.

So Yang Zilong said disappreciatively: "If you are not convinced, we can have a good discussion, and it is okay for poetry, even if you fight, I will accompany you, how about it." ”

"Poetry is poetry, who is afraid of whom. Although Meng Liwei had no bottom in his heart, he still accepted Yang Zilong's challenge, after all, his identity is here, and his face is here, so he can't afford to lose it, "Then you report your name, I have to know what the name of my future subordinates will be?"

Yang Zilong said in a loud voice: "Listen, Lao Tzu's name is Yang... Child... Dragon, the people of Yuling Village, I don't know what your name is, Lao Tzu never competes with unknown people?"

As soon as they heard Yang Zilong's name, some people had vaguely heard of it, but they didn't know it very well, only that this name was very similar to the name of a previous prodigy.

However, when Mr. Li in the hall heard Yang Zilong's name, he was not calm, and the old Long Zhong's body suddenly trembled, and he couldn't help but shudder.

It turns out that he is Yang Zilong, a person who has been called a prodigy since he was a child!

Mr. Li was amazed in his heart.

At that time, Mr. Li's decades of knowledge were not as good as those of the five-year-old, and he taught him in turn, so that Mr. Li still has palpitations now, and his knowledge and talent make Mr. Li admire the five-body throw.

Now I see the adult Yang Zilong, and I also hear a good poem chanted by Yang Zilong, which makes Mr. Li feel out of reach.

When he was seven years old, he could write a sensational poem in a thatched house, and he was a prodigy in the past, but now he has become a god of poetry.

Now Meng Liwei is looking for him to write poetry, which is simply looking for death.

Meng Liwei said in a low voice: "This son is Meng Liwei, the eldest son of the Meng Mansion. ”

"Master Meng, what do you want to say to the poem, I can accompany you. Yang Zilong said calmly.

Meng Liwei looked around and said, "You see that there are so many good-looking beauties in the Zuiyue Tower, why don't we use their beauty to compose poems." ”

"Okay, that's fine. Yang Zilong said, "Then I'll have a song first." ”

Yang Zilong immediately chanted: Pretty like a peach in three springs, pure as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns. The corners of the eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and the voice and smile are gentle.

As soon as this poem came out, the beauties present applauded.

After the applause, everyone turned their eyes to Meng Liwei.

Meng Liwei panicked, held back for a while, and groaned: The beauty is lying in the drunken moon building, the beauty accompanies me in the gentle township, the ice muscles and jade bones are like the bright moon, and the red lips and teeth are like the rising sun.

As soon as Meng Liwei's poem came out, only those literati and elegant guests present applauded, and the beauties present despised each other, which is also called poetry, and even a three-year-old child made it bluntly, he was not ashamed.

Yang Zilong chanted again: Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind in the water hall is fragrant. The state is thick and true, and the texture is delicate and even.

Immediately there was applause again, and the sharp cheers of the girls were endless.

Meng Liwei sweated from time to time on his forehead, and he panicked, this poor sour boy who made him look down on him wrote poems that were more classic than the textbooks of private schools, which was too damn unbelievable.

Meng Liwei has encountered a hard stubble, in order to save face, he can't back down from the battle he made an appointment.

So Meng Liwei reluctantly blurted out: "Mandarin ducks play in the water Yao Pond, men and women are at the head of the bed, night after night, night after night, night after night, every day against the wall, every day every day."

Hearing this shameless limerick poem, Yang Zilong almost died of laughter on the spot, what kind of poem is this.

This time, Meng Liwei's poem did not receive applause, but received a burst of laughter, and the girls in Zuiyuelou listened to it, all of them were shy and embarrassed, hiding their faces and angry, and they were scolding Meng Liwei for being a pig's head in their hearts.

After two rounds, it has already been seen, if Meng Liwei is allowed to fight again, it is estimated that the faces of the literati in the entire Jinjiang County will be defeated in his mouth.

So Mr. Li stood up and said: "Now that Meng Gongzi and Yang Gongzi have competed in two rounds, everyone will evaluate and evaluate, who should be better?"

"Yang Zilong. ”

"Young Master Yang. ”

The girls immediately shouted.

Meng Liwei was speechless, admitting that he was unlucky, his face was blue, but he gritted his teeth, and then drank himself.

Seeing Meng Liwei's extremely unconvinced look, Yang Zilong was very funny in his heart, fight poetry with me, you don't look at how many catties and taels you have, Lao Tzu has learned "Three Hundred Tang Poems", "Thousand Poems", and poetry fairy poems, ghost poems, hymns or something, just pick one out, so you can't do it.

Looking at Meng Liwei's dejected appearance, Yang Zilong said to him with a smile: "Meng Liwei, if you are not convinced, I will send you two more songs, these two songs are specially composed by me for the girls of Zuiyue Tower, how about you take a look?"

The color of the wine gradually fades and the face is shallow, and the desire to speak is low. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Light Luo small fan white orchid, slender waist jade belt dancing veil. It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled at Xinghua.