Although the scene was full of voices, Song Yu's extremely emotional recitation still reached Zhang Fan's ears word for word.

Zhang Fan was stunned at that time, as if he had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer.

Is this the first of the four great talents of the White Horse Academy?!

Is this a poem chanted by Song Yu?

Looking around, but seeing that everyone was cheering more and more wildly, Zhang Fan suddenly had a dreamlike feeling.

In fact, he didn't have much hope for Song Yu in the first place, but he didn't expect to be so disappointed.

The dew is wet on the sand wall, the twilight is lonely and lonely, the mud is impermeable, and the fertile grass is misty and the horse's nose is ......

Even this kind of online limerick in the previous life, compared with Song Yu's, it is already brilliant.

From this point of view, this White Horse Academy does not seem to be a big deal.

Moreover, Song Yu is also one of Confucius's protégés.

As the so-called famous teachers produce high apprentices, Confucius's "proud" protégés are all of this kind of goods, and what kind of pus should those undesirable protégés be.

I think that Confucius, the master, may not be able to be famous.

Zhang Fan couldn't imagine it.

"Is this the rhythm of the cultural level that is going to save the world?"

However, what shocked him even more was that as soon as Song Yu's words fell, they immediately attracted loud applause from Pan Yue and others.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

The three clapped their hands and praised in unison.

Looking at the expressions on their faces, it does not seem to be fake, nor is there any suspicion of deliberate boasting.

Lu Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was savoring Song Yu's five-character poem just now.

After a pause, Lu Ji looked admiring and said: "Brother Song's poem, which seems to be ordinary and ordinary, is actually turbulent, and it writes the helplessness and loneliness of the five tiger-fighting heroes heartily, which can be called a stroke of genius! I, Lu Ji, dare to assert with the head of the Xiang, as soon as this poem comes out, it will definitely cause the students of my Great Qin Dynasty to rush to circulate it!"

Hearing Lu Ji's words, even Song Yu himself couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, inexplicable.

Well, where did the five tiger-fighting heroes come from?

What the hell is helplessness and loneliness?

Please don't add random settings to Lao Tzu's poems, okay?

This makes Lao Tzu, the original author, very passive, as if he is very uneducated!

However, Song Yu thought about it again, since someone touted it...... Ah no, it's supposed to be appreciation......

Since someone appreciates his poems so much, Song Yu can't ask for it, how can he blame Lu Ji.

"Brother Lu praises falsely, and the little brother is ashamed!" Song Yu arched his hand towards Lu Ji and said with a smile, "It's just a matter of throwing bricks and attracting jade!"

"Brother Song, you are too polite!"

Lu Ji said with a smile.

"Brother Song really deserves to be the head of the four great talents of my White Horse Academy, if you don't make a sound, it's just a blockbuster!" Pan Yue was convinced, bowed down and said, "Little brother Pan Yue, bow down!"

"Concession! Concession!"

Song Yu said with a smile.

"I heard that Young Master Zhou Wen told the old man to return to his hometown the day before yesterday, and the old man is looking for someone to fill his vacancy!" Wang Bo said, "I think, with Brother Song's talent, it is very likely to be the position of young master!"

In the Great Qin Dynasty, the young master was a civil official equivalent to the second grade, mainly to assist the Taishi and be in charge of court etiquette.

Although this position does not have much real power, it is already very noble for a student like Song Yu.

What's more, above the young master, under the jurisdiction of the Taishi, if the relationship with his colleagues is good, and Confucius is willing to help, he may be able to become a Taishi in the future, then it will be the glory of the ancestors.

"There are countless capable people in the court, how can I Song Yu be able to be worthy of the position of young master?"

Song Yu said humbly.

In fact, he had heard the news a long time ago.

What's more, yesterday evening, Taishi Confuciusfu also called him to the Taishi's Mansion alone, chatted with him for a long time, and seemed to be interested in helping.

Although he knew this in his heart, after all, he hadn't written the eight characters yet, so Song Yu could only pretend to be modest.

"Brother Song, you are too modest!"

Wang Bo said with a smile.

At this moment, Pan Yue leaned against the railing, looking down at the crowd below with a frown.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yu asked strangely.

"Someone actually spoke disrespectfully to Brother Song!"

Pan Yue said.

"What? Who is so bold? Why is it so disrespectful?"

Wang Bo's face was full of anger, and he immediately raised his arm, as if he wanted to make a move with someone.

When Song Yu heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and looked at Pan Yue's gesture, his face was very ugly.

But seeing His Excellency the Emperor, in the crowd, a young man in brocade said loudly: "Song Yuzhi's poems, bullshit! The four talents are like rice buckets!"

The voice was not loud, but it spread far away, and within a radius, everyone present could hear it clearly.

The scene was slightly silent, and countless eyes full of astonishment and anger were all projected on the brocade-clothed young man who spoke wildly for a while.

There is no doubt that this young man in brocade clothes is Zhang Fan.

Song Yu's bullshit limerick poem can make such a person crazy, Zhang Fan is not so much jealous as angry.

If anyone who writes such a poem can be called a genius, then he can become a saint.

In order to improve the social atmosphere and improve the cultural level, especially to save those ignorant girls, Zhang Fan decided to go out in person and let them see what real poetry is.

"Who the fuck are you? Dare to say that Song Yugongzi's poems don't make sense......! Eat, see if the old lady doesn't kill you little rabbit!"

"You dare to scold our family's Song Yu Gongzi! Sisters, guy, him!"

"Alas, in today's world, there are still such eye-catching madmen, how sad it is!"

......

Zhang Fan had long expected that as soon as this remark came out, it would inevitably arouse public anger.

At this time, he stood in the crowd, smiling, no matter how angry and ridiculed and scolded him by everyone, he was as immobile as a reef in the stormy waves.

At this moment, Tang Shiyu's face was flushed, his eyes widened, and he immediately took two or three steps back, pointed at Zhang Fan, and scolded loudly: "You...... If you think that the poems written by Song Yugongzi are not shitty, you have the ability to write a poem yourself and let everyone see it!"

As soon as Tang Shiyu's words were finished, they immediately aroused the approval of many people.

"This little brother is right! Boy, do you think it's easy to write a poem? If you have the ability, you can write a poem and let us see it!"

"Yes, you can do it! If you can't, don't be embarrassed here!"

"The old lady doesn't believe it, in the city of no beginning, who else can write such charming poems as Song Yugongzi!"

......

In fact, how did they know that Zhang Fan had already colluded with Tang Shiyu, pretending that the two did not know each other, and deliberately let Tang Shiyu draw everyone's attention to the topic of "you can do it".

In this way, Zhang Fan will be able to perform his real skills in public naturally.

It's not that I want to show off, you forced me to do it!

The corners of his mouth provoked a smile, and Zhang Fan suddenly jumped onto the roof of the Emperor's Pavilion.

Everyone looked up and exclaimed.

But seeing Zhang Fan looking around, he paused, and suddenly recited aloud.

"Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery, Peach Blossom Fairy people plant peach trees, and pick peach blossoms for wine money!"

"When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers, half drunk and half awake, day after day, and the flowers fall and bloom year after year. ”

"I hope that the old and dead flowers and wine, do not want to bow in front of the carriage and horses, the dust of the carriage and the horses are full of things, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate. ”

"Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it, I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and I have no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields. ”

......