Chapter 168: Who Is He? (II)

Xiao Weidong walked back to his desk directly, and without waiting for anyone to urge, he picked up the paper on the table and handed it to Xiao Er of the inn, so that Xiao Er held the paper in his hand and walked around the crowd below, so that everyone could see Xiao Weidong's poems. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Weidong is worthy of being a little poet, the poems he makes are indeed very magnificent, describing the spring scenery of the river, reading it is magnificent and atmospheric, which makes people feel refreshed, that is, Taishou Shicheng read it from afar, and he couldn't help but nod slightly.

The words are awe-inspiring, describing the magnificent spring scenery of the river, the melting of ice, and the revival of all things, which is indeed a good poem. ”

Shi Chengyuan couldn't help but applaud.

It's just that Shi Yuqing frowned slightly, he turned the teacup lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a condensed voice: "The poem is a good poem, but it's not made now, right?"

When Shi Chengyuan heard this, his eyes narrowed, and he pondered for a while, before he smiled bitterly: "After all, it is a major matter related to Zhao Ge's reputation, and it can be regarded as his intention to use some means to ensure that nothing goes wrong." ”

Shi Yuqing only shook his head slightly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything more.

When the literati in the audience saw Xiao Weidong's poems, their eyes lit up and they were full of praise.

"What a poem!"

"Yes, the poetry is magnificent, and the atmosphere is awe-inspiring!"

"In a few simple words, it perfectly expresses the feeling of Chunjiang, which is really good. ”

"But I don't think I've seen this poem......"

"Shhhh

"Yes, Brother Xiao is brilliantly written, who dares to say a bad word when he makes such a poem. ”

Seeing that the audience was full of praise, Xiao Weidong's face was even more complacent, he turned his head and looked at Zhu Chenhuan contemptuously, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said with the arrogant attitude of a winner: "My work has been seen by everyone, I don't know how your work is?"

Although Zhu Chenhuan is not a pure literati, he studied literature and martial arts when he was in Shiyuguo, and he also dabbled in poetry and articles, and he was also a little surprised when he saw Xiao Weidong's poems at this time, but he didn't expect Xiao Weidong's character to look good, but his talent is indeed a little bit.

But compared to the poems he copied, it is nothing.

"I am not as awe-inspiring as what you wrote, you write about spring river water, I only write about spring rain. ”

Zhu Chenhuan hooked slightly with one hand, and saw that the paper on the table seemed to be blown by the wind, and it actually floated up and flew into Zhu Chenhuan's hand.

"This is!?"

Xiao Weidong's pupils shrank slightly, he didn't expect that the scholar in front of him was still a martial artist, but when he thought that he was the son of a city captain, he had Dawan soldiers in his hands, even if Zhu Chenhuan was powerful, how could he compare to his own army.

Xiao Weidong's expression eased a little, he didn't see what Zhu Chenhuan's spring rain poem looked like, but when he thought of the spring rain washing softly, how could it compare to the awe-inspiring atmosphere of his own spring river?

It was only when Xiao Er took Zhu Chenhuan's poem and let everyone read and watch it that he found that there seemed to be some accidents.

"What can a poem about spring rain do...... What?"

"This poem ......"

"This poem seems to be a little unusual!"

There are not many verses, only four sentences, but the mood and words in them ...... It looks like everyone's work!"

"Something is terrible......"

The literati whispered below, and the expressions on everyone's faces were very strange, and they wanted to praise but didn't dare to say it, but if they said that this poem was not good, it would be a denial of their own talent.

Xiao Er kept wandering through the crowd, and soon arrived in the corner, He Wei, Han Shuanglong and the others were all real rough people, and they didn't know anything about Wencai, so they could only look at Lu Qingtian at this time and asked, "Mr. Lu, how is Brother Chen's poem?"

"Yes, how is my brother's poem written?" He Wei also asked anxiously, to be honest, he didn't have much confidence in Zhu Chenhuan, after all, he still had the fan given by Zhu Chenhuan in his hand, and the fan said I am a scholar.

However, Lu Qingtian took a small sip, and he glanced at the position in front of the window as if unintentionally, and then slowly spoke: "In this game, we won." ”

"In this game, Xiao Weidong lost!"

Almost at the same time, Shi Yuqing said this sentence to Lu Qingtian after seeing Zhu Chenhuan's poems.

Even Shi Chengyuan was also shocked, and said: "I really didn't expect that an unknown boy who didn't know where he came from would be able to make such poems!"

Shi Yuqing's eyes were restrained and charming, he squinted at Zhu Chenhuan who was standing upright in the ring, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he saw his fingers tap on the table, and suddenly said: "Cheng Yuan, immediately investigate this person's information, use all channels, the sooner the better." ”

When Shi Chengyuan heard the serious tone in Shi Yuqing's words, he also quickly tightened his heart, nodded and said, "Go and do it immediately." ”

............

In the ring, Xiao Weidong saw the changes in the expressions of the literati, and the ominous premonition in his heart became heavier and heavier.

He clenched his fists, glanced at Zhu Chenhuan secretly, and then withdrew his gaze, his fingers clasped in his flesh, his brows furrowed slightly, he was confident that the poems he took out were already the best works he had made in recent years.

There must be a problem! It must be that the quality of these literati below is too low to discern the merits of their works.

A week later, the work was handed back to Zhu Chenhuan, and at this time, Xiao Weidong suddenly rushed out, snatched the paper in the small second-hand, and he ignored everyone's strange looks, and hurriedly went to see Zhu Chenhuan's work.

I saw that Zhu Chenhuan This is a seven-character quatrain, and it is a very simple seven-character quatrain, which is very different from his own poem in terms of the number of words.

"With so little writing, how can it reflect the excellence of the work, it must be that they are wrong, because their ability is too low. ”

Xiao Weidong kept telling himself this, but when he quickly browsed Zhu Chenhuan's works, his eyes opened, and the whole person stood there as if he had been clicked on the acupoint.

I saw that on the paper, there were four lines of words dragon flying phoenix dancing hovering on it, although the handwriting was not how elegant, but it looked delicate and charming.

"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp"

"The grass is far away but there is nothing"

"The most is the spring benefit of the year"

"Winning the Imperial Capital of Smoke and Willows"

There are a total of four lines of poetry, a total of twenty-eight words, but these twenty-eight words made Xiao Weidong stand stunned as if he had lost his soul!

Han Yu's "Early Spring", a famous poem through the ages! Even though there may be a gap with Zhu Chenhuan's "Chivalrous Journey" that day, it is not comparable to just Xiao Weidong.

Everyone's style!

The swan song of spring!

Who can compete with it!