Zhou Dingbang shook his head with a wry smile and said with a sigh.

"At that time, there were a lot of students from all over the country who heard about this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, and they were all ready to show their skills and win some fame at this poetry meeting.

You must know that the judges at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference were all Confucians at that time, for the sake of their own reputation, they would never favor anyone, they only focused on talent, and only those with outstanding talents could be recognized by them.

With these people as judges, the first place in this poetry meeting will definitely be recognized by people from all walks of life.

The most important thing is that the examiner will also hear about it, once the examiner has a preconceived idea, it will definitely be of great benefit to his exam.

The students who came to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting were all elites selected from various counties, and they were naturally very conceited about their poems, and many people felt that the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting should be in their own pockets.

At the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, students from all over the world took out their poems and sent them to the judges, hoping to get the praise of these Confucians.

Of course, among them, there are also wonderful words that have caused a sensation.

Just when the Mid-Autumn Festival was in the middle of the meeting, Tan Yushu took out his own poem, and when this poem was read out, everyone in the audience was shocked. ”

When Zhou Dingbang said this, he took a sip of tea and cleared his throat, as if if he didn't do this, he would be disrespectful to this poem.

When everyone saw Zhou Dingbang's pious appearance, they couldn't help but concentrate and listen.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

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

……

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After Zhou Dingbang read out this poem, he did not receive applause, because after listening to this poem, everyone was already immersed in this poem.

Syllable!

After a while, everyone was awakened by Wu Xiancheng's clapping.

Wu Xiancheng sighed, "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, this kind of poetry, the lower officials have spent their lives, and they can't think of a few words in it!" ”

Master Liu was even more unbearable, and there were tears in his eyes, he should have remembered some sad past, he muttered to himself.

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together, and I hope that ......."

Facing everyone's different expressions, Zhou Dingbang has long been commonplace.

At that time, at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, as soon as this poem came out, how many people lost their temper.

There are those who are amazed, those who are sad, those who yearn for them, and those who are jealous .......

Some people also say that as soon as this poem comes out, there will be no more Mid-Autumn Festival sentences.

……

Water tune song head! Su shi!

Lu Dashi sighed weakly, the three wizards in Zhou Dingbang's mouth are all traversers!

Several people at the wine table began to discuss this water tune songhead.

They annotated the beginning of this water tune song word by word, and enjoyed it forever.

This banquet lasted until late at night, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

……

Back home, Lu Dashi lay on the bed, saw the gauze tent on the bed, and fell into deep thought.

Now that there are three traversers, what should I do?

If you go to the famous Ma Guogong as a fellow countryman, with this thick thigh, your road will be much easier in the future.

But, will the Equestrian Guild let itself hug his thigh?

Lu Dashi was a little puzzled!

Thinking about it in another way, if he was Ma Guogong, would he let his fellow villagers hug his thighs?

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Dashi was stunned to find that if he accepted his fellow countryman to hug his thigh, it would be equivalent to accepting a time bomb by his side, and once he aroused the other party's dissatisfaction, he would blow himself to pieces.

Knowing that the other party is a time bomb, will you still accept it, and will you let your fellow countryman hug your thigh?

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