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Arrogance, how arrogance!

As soon as Zhou Ao's words came out, Siemens almost didn't die of anger, everyone sneered, and opened their mouths to write seventy or eighty poems, you think you are a poet.

"Hey, it's really unteachable, and bragging doesn't matter the occasion. ”

"Look at his bear-like appearance, if he can compose poetry, I will walk backwards in the future. ”

"Behaves indecently, disregards the image, insults Sven, insults Sven. ”

One by one, mocking voices sounded, and those literati and Confucian scholars shook their heads even more, they had never seen such shamelessness.

Zhou Jian and Zhou Tao couldn't close their mouths with a smile, Zhou Ao was humiliating himself.

Qin Yu looked at Zhou Ao and Lin Mu, and also shook his head, with a hint of disgust in his eyes, how could the Zhou family have such a sloppy young master, such an ignorant guard.

"Since Brother Zhou Ao is so talented, let's show it, and let the princess and I admire Brother Zhou's demeanor. ”

Siemens sneered.

Zhou Ao didn't pay attention to these mocking voices at all, he slowly got up from his seat, looked at Siemens and said, "You are all ready to pay respects, and Young Master Ben naturally can't let you pay your respects in vain." ”

Zhou Ao was ashamed, turned to look at the full moon in the sky, and put one hand behind his back.

"The princess takes the full moon as a guide, and I Zhou Ao also takes the full moon as a guide, the princess respects the king of Qin in a poem, but I Zhou Ao respects myself. ”

Zhou Ao's face suddenly became very serious, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, he picked up a glass of wine on the table, and raised it to the bright moon hanging high-

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date -

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio-

Zhou Ao opened his mouth to say two sentences, raised the glass of wine in his hand and drank it all, invisibly revealing a sense of loneliness.

After only two sentences, everyone's faces suddenly changed, and the mocking look on those faces had not completely dissipated, but added a kind of surprise.

Including Princess Qin Yu, they all looked at Zhou Ao in surprise, and the sentence of raising a glass to invite Mingyue and the three of them turned into shadows, showing a lonely mood to the fullest.

The people present are all quite talented people, and they naturally know how to appreciate, and just two sentences can not help but pull everyone into that artistic conception.

Zhou Ao directly picked up the wine jug on the table and walked towards the outside of the pavilion.

The moon is not relieved of drinking, and the shadow disciples are with me-

Temporarily accompanied by the shadow of the moon, the joy must be and spring-

I sing and wander, and my dancing shadows are scattered-

When they wake up, they mingle with each other, and when they get drunk, they scatter --

Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase period Miao Yunhan-

After a few sentences, Zhou Ao had already walked to the edge of the East Lake Pavilion, and he looked up at the sky, and the white gauze-like moonlight sprinkled on him, adding a sense of desolation to the whole scene.

In everyone's eyes, it was a desolate figure, pitiful, people couldn't help but sigh, Zhou Ao's whole person also integrated into an artistic conception, thinking of what he had encountered in the Zhou family over the years, thinking of his own independent courtyard, how many days and nights he drank alone in front of the air.

There was silence, the whole scene fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on that figure, and there was no trace of mockery in their eyes.

Especially those literati and Confucian scholars, chewing Zhou Ao's poem in their mouths, the more they chewed, the more they felt the profound artistic conception, and they were deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Good poetry, good poetry, this is the real poem, the quatrain of the ages, compared with Brother Zhou's poem, in the next ones, it is not worth mentioning at all, it is not worth mentioning, it is too worthless. ”

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, the shadow becomes a trio, beautiful, it's so beautiful, Brother Zhou is the real talent, talent. ”

"Admire, admire so much. ”

The pursuit of literature by literati and Confucian scholars is far from being comparable to ordinary people, they have a yearning heart, and a poem by Zhou Ao brings them into another artistic conception, which makes them unable to extricate themselves.

This is naturally a quatrain for the ages, a poem by Master Li Bai, which one has not been passed down through the ages.

"No, it can't be, how can this bastard chant poetry, and sing so well. ”

"Hell, hell, how can he recite poetry, it must be a coincidence. ”

Zhou Jian and Zhou Tao's faces changed greatly, they were full of hope to see Zhou Ao make a fool of himself, but they didn't expect that the other party really wrote a poem, and it was so good, so wonderful, it was impeccable.

Zhou Jian and Zhou Tao obviously saw that Princess Qin Yu's eyes when she looked at Zhou Ao had changed, and this result was completely different from what they expected, with a difference of more than 108,000 miles.

"I didn't expect that there are such talented people in my Daqin, such a quatrain, even if I am a scholar of the dynasty, I am afraid it will be difficult to do it, Zhou Gongzi, Qin Yu really has eyes and does not know Mount Tai. ”

Qin Yu was shocked, she was still recalling those few words in her mind, it was really an endless aftertaste, she walked down directly from the top and came to Zhou Ao.

"Zhou Gongzi, does this poem have a name?"

Qin Yu asked.

"Drink alone under the moon. ”

Zhou Ao said softly.

"Drink alone under the moon, good name, good poem. ”

Qin Yu praised, his attitude and impression of Zhou Ao have also changed, and the disgust before has disappeared.

"Princess, for Zhou Ao, this is just the surface, and he can make more quatrains. ”

Zhou Jian opened his mouth and said, he was unwilling to give up, and he didn't believe that Zhou Ao could still make such a poem.

"Yes, today's Mid-Autumn Festival feast, don't hide it. ”

Qin Yu's eyes lit up.

"The princess wants to hear it, and Zhou Ao naturally has to do her best. ”

Zhou Ao talked about cynicism, and said seriously, he looked at Lin Mu on the side, and a divine sense transmission suddenly came to his mind.

"I took the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme and recited a poem. ”

Zhou Ao had a plastic surgery face, and he really came as soon as he opened his mouth-

When the treasure mirror rises in the sky, the fairy in the clouds is silent-

The equinox is full of rounds, and the long companion is thousands of miles bright.

The cunning rabbit fell from the string, and the toad Hugh was born in front of him-

Lingcha intends to work together to wait for the galaxy to be completely cleared-

A Mid-Autumn Festival, sonorous and powerful, directly creates a fairyland, making people in the clouds, such as soaring clouds and fog in the vastness, infinite reverie.

Surprised!

Everyone was shocked, Qin Yu's bright eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the literati and Confucian scholars had already taken out their pen and ink to record these verses.

Any sentence shook their hearts and made people fall silent in it, unable to extricate themselves-

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight-

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit-

Everyone hasn't turned around from that fairyland, and Zhou Ao has an untitled song to chase after the victory,

Immediately bring everyone into another mood.

Sad, farewell!

A sad mood filled my heart, making people inexplicably uncomfortable.

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless, it's so poignant, it's so desolate, it's so pitiful. ”

Shangguan Lingfeng muttered in a low voice, and all the young ladies were silent and couldn't extricate themselves, and their mood was sad.

At this moment, all the women looked at Zhou Ao with obsessive eyes, as if they were looking at a male god, full of worship.

Qin Yu's eyes were also confused, looking at the man in front of him who could bring everyone into an artistic conception by opening his mouth casually, and his heart was indescribably shocked.

Zhou Jian and Zhou Tao were already dumbfounded, completely stupid!

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou is talented, the little brother admires the five-body throw, the five-body throw. ”

"Brother Zhou, don't be stingy, two more, two more. ”

Several literati and Confucian scholars cried directly, as if they had heard rare treasures, they couldn't help themselves, and they couldn't extricate themselves, and the image of Zhou Ao was already extremely tall in their hearts.

Being able to compose a poem may be said to be lucky, but it comes casually, and every sentence is heart-wrenching, and it has to be amazing.

"Then I'll be ugly. ”

Zhou Ao looked at the frightened eyes, his heart was indescribably happy, he had never been so happy as today-

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky about the wine?

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is unbearable and cold-

Dancing to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world-

Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly-

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye to the round-

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for a long time-

A water-tuned song headpiece once again turned the atmosphere to an extreme, everyone was stupid, even Qin Yu was stupid.

And this is not the end, Zhou Ao seems to be full of poetry, chanting poetry while drinking, chanting twenty or thirty songs in a row, and then he still can't get enough of it.

When Zhou Ao turned his head after chanting twenty or thirty poems, he saw those expressions on the East Lake Pavilion, and jumped up in fright.

"Damn, you don't have to. ”

Zhou Ao shrank his neck, and the expressions of everyone present were uniform, stretching his neck, and staring at him with wide eyes.

"You're going to be famous. ”

Lin Mu's voice reached Zhou Ao's ears, and the effect looked better than expected.

"Brother, you are so talented, even Qin Yu and those literati were shocked like this, after the slut of the royal lady found out, she had to be angry. ”

Zhou Ao was in a happy mood.

Poof!

Zhou Jian and Zhou Tao lay directly on the table, and the two looked at Zhou Ao as if they had seen ghosts.

How is it possible, impossible, that he can compose poems, and he can compose so many poems.

"Brother Zhou, a contemporary poet, a contemporary poet. ”

A Confucian shouted excitedly, rushed to Zhou Ao regardless of his image, hugged him, and startled Zhou Ao.

"I'm going to write them down and show them to the teacher. ”

"Hey, I, Huang, will never write poetry again. ”

Daqin produced a poet saint and dominated the Mid-Autumn Festival feast, which stunned Princess Qin Yu, the famous family, and the literati and Confucian scholars.

Although Qin Yu reacted, she had not fully recovered from the previous artistic conceptions, she looked at Zhou Ao in front of her, her eyes were full of blazing heat.

"God, this girl can't be in love with Lao Tzu, right?"

Zhou Ao shouted wildly in his heart, but he was taken by a peerless beauty, and it seemed that he didn't feel bad.

[Four more, tired and miserable, go to sleep, tomorrow the first day, don't say anything, look at everyone's performance, vote for your guaranteed monthly ticket, rush to the top ten, make up for the regrets of March, March is tired, but also fight passion, April, afraid of Mao, continue to fight, come on, let's fight together............]