Wu Bin's heart was more uncomfortable than eating flies.

He prepared carefully today, dressed handsomely, and didn't bring a woman with him.

In order to show himself in front of Murong Lan, he invited Murong Lan to be his female companion and play the piano and compose poems.

But now, for the first time, Murong Lan revealed the state of a little woman and stood beside Ye Nanfeng!

Wu Bin feels like his own goddess going to kneel and lick a humble rough person!

"Master Murong, have you been drugged by this kid?!" Wu Bin let out an unwilling roar.

"Teacher Ye is both civil and military, Wu Gongzi, what qualifications do you have to question him?" Murong Lanliu raised his eyebrows.

Wu Bin's face became more and more ugly: "Okay, since Master Murong praises him so much, then let Teacher Ye read the poem he prepared in public, so that everyone can open their eyes!"

As soon as these words fell, the eyes of everyone in the hall looked at Ye Nanfeng.

That's right, what is this man who is valued by Master Murong for what kind of ability?

Murong Lan was a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell Teacher Ye in advance that he needed to prepare the poems, so he didn't prepare." ”

"Hehe, the gathering of literati and scholars, can't Mr. Ye even write decent poems?" Wu Bin sneered, "It's said that he was unprepared, but in fact he wouldn't." ”

"Gongzi Wu, don't go too far!" Murong Lan was a little angry, she admired Ye Nanfeng's piano skills, but she didn't know Ye Nanfeng's literary brilliance.

I am afraid it is not easy to let Ye Nanfeng compose poems.

But Wu Bin has already made up his mind, and he will not let Ye Nanfeng get off the stage no matter what.

At the same time, it is also necessary to prove that Murong Lan's vision is very poor, very poor!

"Okay, Master Murong, since everyone has the habit of chanting poems at the banquet, then I'll improvise a poem. ”

Ye Nanfeng himself was calm and unhurried, and said lightly.

"What a teacher Ye, you have the courage!" Wu Bin clapped his hands and applauded, "It just so happens that I am also very poetic, so we will compose a poem together and let everyone read it, how about it?"

These words aroused the interest of others.

Wu Bin's meaning is clearly to compete with Ye Nanfeng. And, crush Ye Nanfeng in poetry.

Improvising poetry is a difficult thing to do. Not only does it require a high level of literary brilliance, but it also requires a flash of inspiration.

Wu Bin is a famous talent, and the poems he wrote must be countless times better than Ye Nanfeng.

When the time comes, Ye Nanfeng writes a bullshit poem, and then is set off by Wu Bin, he will inevitably become the laughing stock of the audience.

Murong Lan felt a little guilty in her heart, she didn't expect that she had kindly invited Ye Nanfeng to play, but she was targeted by others.

Right now, even if Ye Nanfeng refuses, it is not easy to step down.

"Dou Shi? Ye Nanfeng said unhurriedly, "Then ask Wu Gongzi to come up with a question." ”

A simple sentence caused an uproar in the audience:

"He agreed?!"

"He really dared to fight with Wu Bin!"

"And he took the initiative to let Wu Bin ask the question, this is too arrogant, right?"

Everyone was in disbelief.

Wu Bin was even more angry and wanted to laugh: "Teacher Ye is so confident, then I'm welcome." Master Murong is also present today, so why don't we compose a poem with the theme of 'beauty'." ”

"Good. Ye Nanfeng agreed.

Murong Lan is a beauty, with beauty as the theme, it can be regarded as a compliment to her.

After deciding on the theme, Wu Bin thought about it for a while, and blurted it out, saying with emotion:

"My poem is ready......

There are beautiful women in Yushui,

Caress the piano with your bare hands.

Talented people are ashamed,

The sun and the moon lose their brilliance.

As soon as the four simple sentences were read, the audience burst into applause.

Although these poems are not very good, after all, they are just handy, Wu Bin didn't think much about it, and wrote them on the spot, which is really not easy.

"It's worthy of Wu Bin's great talent. ”

"In the blink of an eye, a poem is made. ”

These four sentences do directly and clearly show Master Murong's beauty. ”

In the praise of everyone, Wu Bin looked at Ye Nanfeng with a smile: "Teacher Ye, it's your turn." ”

In fact, Wu Bin could have written better content. However, he prefers to shorten the time for composing poems, so that Ye Nanfeng has no chance to think.

Right now, everyone is staring at Ye Nanfeng, and Ye Nanfeng will inevitably panic.

"Why don't you think about it a little longer, Mr. Ye? Wu Bin deliberately condescended.

Ye Nanfeng ignored him and had already recited aloud:

More than thirteen of them,

Cardamom tips head in early February.

Spring breeze ten miles of jade waterfront,

It's better to roll up a beaded curtain.

A whole poem, completed very fluently, as if there was no need to think about it.

After listening to this poem, Murong Lan's face couldn't help but blush slightly.

Why can't she understand the praise in the poem?

She doesn't feel any compliments in general.

However, this poem with sincere emotions and deep content touched Murong Lan a lot.

The other guests were also slightly stunned, and then carefully reminisced.

"What do you think of my poem?" Ye Nanfeng asked as he glanced at the audience.

Of course, this poem was not written by him on the spot, but by Du Mu.

There is no Du Mu in this world anyway, he changed the place name in the original poem from "Yangzhou" to Yushui River, and he can learn and use it now.

The poem praises the young woman for her good figure and beautiful appearance. At the same time, the metaphor of flowers is extraordinary.

The gist of the last two sentences is that there are countless beauties on the banks of the Yushui River, but they are not as good as her.

She can naturally refer to Murong Lan at this time.

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

"Is this poem really played on the spot?"

"It's so well written, if it were my man who wrote it to me, I would be willing to have ten sons for him. ”

After a moment of reflection, the guests expressed their heartfelt admiration. Some of the female guests even showed their admiration.

The poems of Wu Bin and Ye Nanfeng, even if they are three-year-olds, can see which is better and which is inferior!

However, Wu Bin himself gritted his teeth fiercely and couldn't accept this fact: "What is written, obscure and grandstanding!"

"I think it's true that Mr. Ye's poems are better. ”

At this time, among the guests, an old man with crepe came out and spoke.

The other guests also agreed: "That's right, Scholar Li thinks so, Mr. Ye's poems are indeed very good." ”

Scholar Li was a well-known literati in several nearby cities.

Even if he said it, others would not have the opposite opinion.

Wu Bin gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Scholar Li, why do you say that his poems are good?"

Mr. Li rolled his eyes and said:

"Wu Gongzi, your own poems are extremely rough, but you say that Mr. Ye's poems are obscure? With all due respect, although your poems are okay, they are similar to toilet paper compared to Mr. Ye's. ”