"Since this is the case, then Liuxian will be ugly in front of you. ”

With a deep groan, Meng Changsheng bowed his hand to everyone, and everyone quieted down when they saw this, waiting for Meng Changsheng to compose poems, but most of them were thinking about how to ridicule and ridicule after Meng Changsheng finished writing.

"Miss, what kind of poem do you think Dream Master will make?"

On the high platform, Xiao Rong beside Zhao Abao asked Zhao Abao curiously.

"Dream Boy hasn't read it yet, how can I know, look. ”

Zhao Abao shook his head and said, her eyes were also a little curious to look at Meng Changsheng below, she was also a little curious, what kind of poems can Meng Changsheng make, Zhao Changfeng and Mrs. Zhao who were next to her heard Zhao Abao and Xiao Rong talking about Meng Changsheng again, and couldn't help frowning unpleasantly, but they didn't speak, but looked at Meng Changsheng below.

"Hmph, a poor and sour talent, I also want to climb the high branches to hit the attention of my Zhao Changfeng's daughter, and I don't look at what kind of goods I am, I see how embarrassed you will be later. ”

Zhao Changfeng thought so in his heart, whether it was in the previous life or in this life, the view of the portal existed, and in this life, the view of the portal was even more important, just like the ancient times of the previous life, everything was about the right person, and for such a poor and sour talent as Meng Changsheng, Zhao Changfeng was completely disdainful, so at this moment, seeing his daughter talking about paying attention to Meng Changsheng many times, he was even more disgusted with Meng Changsheng in his heart.

Below, Meng Changsheng didn't know Zhao Changfeng's thoughts at this moment, but he glanced at Zhao Abao at this time, thinking that this woman was the capital of the country, but she didn't know how to compare with Yang Guifei in the previous life, but she didn't think it would insult this poem.

But at this time, no one else knew Meng Changsheng's thoughts, seeing Meng Changsheng looking at Zhao Abao, they all thought that it was his lovesickness for Zhao Abao unforgettable, only Chai Shao'an, Zhao Changfeng and others next to him were slightly angry, but Zhao Abao had a strange look in his heart, looking at Meng Changsheng, because the moment Meng Changsheng looked at herself before, she clearly felt that there was no love in Meng Changsheng's eyes, but more like a pure appreciation.

With curiosity, he looked at Meng Changsheng, and at this time, Meng Changsheng also spoke, and a poem was read slowly.

The first sentence of "Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look", is to make the literati who were originally ready to wait for Meng Changsheng to compose poems and ridicule him all have their faces changed, and Zhao Abao on the high platform had bright eyes.

"The spring breeze is blowing Revlon. In the second sentence, the faces of all the literati around him turned shocked, and Zhao Abao on the high platform was even more energetic.

"If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Soon, the last two sentences came out of Meng Changsheng's mouth, the scene was already silent, most of the literati looked at him with a shocked face, and Zhao Abao on the high platform also showed a shocked look, as soon as the so-called experts made a move, they knew if there were any, they may not be able to make any famous poems, but they still have the ability to appreciate good and bad.

And when this poem comes out, even ordinary people who can't do anything about literature only feel catchy when they read it, which is different from the ordinary, and it feels a lot higher than the poems written by others before.

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

In the last life, Li Taibai used three poems of Qingpingle to profoundly portray a Yang Guifei who was alluring to the country and the city, there was no Tang Dynasty in this life, and there was no Yang Guifei, but this one was not suitable for use here, and some literati who had slightly understood the meaning of it looked at Zhao Abao on the high platform at this moment.

"When you see the splendor of the clouds, you think of the beauty of their clothes, and when you see the beauty of the flowers, you want to look like people. If you don't see her at the top of the jade mountain, you meet under the moonlight of Yaochi. Revlon, do you mean peony flowers, petals are more delicate, and people are said by things"

Zhao Abao is indeed worthy of being a rare talented woman, almost instantly, she figured out the meaning of the whole poem, but then her face was slightly red, Meng Changsheng's poem is a metaphor for people, obviously a stunning woman, so who is that woman, thinking of the previous Meng Changsheng's gaze, Zhao Abao instinctively thought of himself, a trace of strangeness rose in his heart, and his face also showed a touch of blush.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Rong noticed the change in Zhao Abao and asked with concern.

"It's fine. Zhao Abao took a deep breath and pretended to be calm, but he was worried that his parents around him would see something, so he changed the topic and said: "But the poem of Meng Gongzi is probably not inferior to the poetry business cards of those contemporary Confucian masters, and the talent is high, which is really admirable." ”

"Is it really that good?"

Zhao Changfeng and Mrs. Zhao next to them were shocked when they heard this, they didn't understand poetry, but they were still very convinced of Zhao Abao's talent, and it was rare to see Zhao Abao respect a person so much.

This poem is highly talented and can be passed down to the world. ”

Zhao Abao said seriously, but it made Zhao Changfeng and his wife next to him and a kind of Zhao family Ding maid around him all surprised, showing a look of shock, the world's famous article, this evaluation is a bit high, there are countless ancient poems, but how many can really be handed down and respected, all of them are from the hands of famous Confucian people.

In an instant, everyone in the Zhao family looked at Meng Changsheng and changed slightly, Zhao Abao also had a flickering eye, looking at Meng Changsheng, for some reason, she felt that Meng Changsheng at this moment seemed to have changed as a person, completely like two people in the past, the previous Meng Changsheng gave her a kind of wooden feeling, but the feeling that Meng Changsheng gave her at this moment was extremely shrewd.

"The poem of Liuxian has been completed, and I would like to ask you for advice. ”

After reading a poem, Meng Changsheng still politely bowed his hand to the others, and said some polite words to teach, but if you carefully observe Meng Changsheng at this time, you can definitely clearly see a trace of arrogance in his eyes, although the words are polite, but in his heart, he does not take others in his eyes at all.

In fact, Meng Changsheng really put these people present in his eyes, although there are also a few talents, and there are definitely some literary talents, but to say how talented they are, it is definitely high-minded, it is okay to make some ordinary poems, but it is impossible to say what famous poems can be made.

And he is also confident that no one present can make a poem to compare with his own poem, not to mention these people, even those famous Confucians in the entire Wu Dynasty may not be able to make poems comparable to them for a while.

You know, his first is a masterpiece in the hands of Li Taibai in the previous life, in the last earth, Li Taibai's talent is so high, throughout the entire history of China, everyone can not find a few poems comparable to him, let alone this small place in Chen County.

Yes, he was full of confidence in his poem, and as he thought, one of his poems fell, and his eyes looked around, but all the literati present avoided his gaze, and Hong Xiucai, who was called the happiest before, looked away at this time and did not dare to look at him.

Although these people don't have much literary talent, they still have the ability to appreciate it, and when Meng Changsheng's poem fell, they knew that they couldn't compare, yes, at this moment, most people didn't dare to look at Meng Changsheng very much, thinking of their previous actions, they only felt a blush, but there were also open-minded people who saw Meng Changsheng's gaze not only did not dodge, but still smiled at Meng Changsheng and made a gesture to show that he was willing to bow down.

"Young Master!" Several family members next to Chai Shao'an also felt that the situation seemed to be beyond their expectations, and one of the family members called out for firewood and the young master was about to speak, but was interrupted by Chai Shao'an waving his hand.

Chai Shao'an's eyes also moved, he was completely a wine bag and rice bag, he didn't know anything about poetry, but he wasn't really stupid, he still saw something from the situation on the scene, and knew that Meng Changsheng's poem should be of a very high standard, otherwise it would be impossible for the literati around him to be silent one by one.

"You are silent, but do you think that the poem of Liuxian is too rough and you don't want to correct it?"

Looking around and seeing that everyone was silent, Meng Changsheng smiled slightly, his smile was gentle, and he looked gentle.

"Meng Gongzi laughed, if Meng Gongzi's poem is said to be rough, I'm afraid there are few poems in this world that can be called good poems. At this time, it was Zhao Abao on the high platform who spoke, slowly got up from the chair, a smile slightly raised at the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. Such poems, Dream Gongzi's talent, is really admirable, I think, this poetry meeting, Dream Gongzi is the first place, you should not have any opinions. ”

The following kind of literati, you look at me, I look at you, many people are unhappy in their hearts, but the poem Meng Changsheng is here, and they really can't think of any poems that can be compared with it, so they can only reluctantly nod yes.

"Then Young Master Chai, what about you, are you satisfied with Meng Gongzi's poems?"

Zhao Abao looked at Chai Shao'an again and asked, Zhao Changfeng and his wife behind him both changed their faces, Zhao Abao's words seemed to help Meng Changsheng ridicule Chai Shao'an, Chai Shao'an's face also stiffened, but this person also had some patience in the face of Zhao Abao, just his face stiffened for a while, and then he changed to a smiling face and said.

"Naturally, he is satisfied, Meng Gongzi is very talented, and Shao'an admires it. ”

"Young Master Chai has won the award. ”

Meng Changsheng also smiled politely to Chai Shao'an, and then looked at Zhao Abao on the stage, slightly surprised, I didn't think that the other party would help me say it, and then thought that Zhao Abao had told a story about Mirror Flower Yuan when he appeared before, satirizing Chai Shao'an's bullying, and thought to himself that this Zhao Abao's heart should not be bad, and the original owner of Zhao's body probably didn't have any bad intentions.

However, after a few glances at Zhao Abao, Meng Changsheng quickly looked away, because he found that the more he looked at Zhao Abao, the more difficult it was to contain the admiration in his heart, which was definitely the intention of the original owner of the body.

"Father, it seems that the first place in today's poetry club has been chosen, you think. ”

On the stage, Zhao Abao said to his father Zhao Changfeng again, Zhao Changfeng was a little unsightly, he looked down on Meng Changsheng in his heart, and he didn't like his daughter to walk in with Meng Changsheng, at this moment Zhao Abao obviously helped Meng Changsheng speak, how could he be happy, but it was not good, seeing that there were no other literati below, he could only recognize Meng Changsheng as the first place.

Reluctantly, he asked the family to take ten taels of silver to Meng Changsheng.

"Thank you, and thank you, Miss Zhao. ”

In the envious eyes of the others around him, taking the money, Meng Changsheng thanked Zhao Changfeng and Zhao Abao on the stage, Zhao Abao smiled at him slightly, causing a wave of jealousy and envy around him, Zhao Changfeng looked at him coldly, didn't give a good face, Meng Changsheng didn't mind, took the money, turned around and left.