Like a frightened dragon, floating like a floating cloud, the "Yongzhen" on the rice paper is like a dragon breaking out of the paper, stirring the room of Haoran righteousness and aura, shocking everyone in the field.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Those who were dissatisfied with Zhu Ping'an's airborne landing in Yuwang's Mansion couldn't help but be silent at this time.

After writing the question, Zhu Ping'an stopped the brush, turned around and skillfully dipped it in ink, and splashed ink on the screen rice paper again.

This kid writes so well, the poem can't be written by the master, right?!

Seeing Zhu Ping'an swing again, Wang Yaozu's face became even more pale, his heart was raised to his throat, he was worried to the extreme, and his toes were nervously buckled.

finally

Under the scorching gaze of everyone, the brush in Zhu Ping'an's hand came into contact with the rice paper again, splashing ink, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the dragons jumped on the paper between the ups and downs of Teton, meandering into words.

In an instant, the first line of poetry appeared in the eyes of the Chinese people.

"A pair of Xiangjiang jade and look at it"

Zhu Ping'an dipped himself in ink once, and it was only enough to write such a sentence.

"A pair of Xiangjiang jade and look at it....... this sentence reads very ordinary, like boiled ice in white water, plain and unremarkable......" Someone at the bottom couldn't wait to recite it after Zhu Ping'an wrote the first sentence, but after reading it, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

"Yes, I thought that Master Zhu wrote well, and the poems must be extraordinary, but how to read this 'pair of Xiangjiang jade and watch' how do you feel bland." Someone chimed in, shaking their heads in disappointment.

"Hehe, Lord Zhu's poem, the old man in the east can still do it."

"Is this the level of the champion?"

"Hey, I've been looking forward to it for so long."

"No artistic conception, no literary brilliance, no aura, plain as water, Master Zhu has been conceiving for so long, did he write such a poem? It's so disappointing......"

There was a lot of talk at the feast, and there were sounds of surprise, sighs, ridicule, and sarcasm, like a storm.

"Hahaha, a pair of Xiangjiang jade side by side, haha, a good poem written by Lord Xiao Zhu." The bleakness and gloom on Wang Yaozu's face disappeared after Zhu Ping'an's poem was written, and the negative emotions such as anxiety and nervousness were also swept away, a face was full of red light, and the uncontrollable laughter sounded again and again, saying that Zhu Ping'an wrote a good poem, but the mocking tone made people know that they couldn't help it when they heard it.

I thought you would write some good poems, but I have been worried for so long, but I didn't expect you to write such a mediocre poem.

hehe

I really overestimate your rice bucket.

Wang Yaozu squinted at Zhu Ping'an, and the curvature of the mockery at the corners of his mouth was almost to his ears.

"A pair of Xiangjiang jade and look at ......" Gao Gong was also a little surprised by Zhu Ping'an's bland and loveless poem, and thoughtfully turned his gaze to Zhu Ping'an.

Zhang Juzheng was also a little surprised, thinking that this was not Zhu Ping'an's normal level.

Yuwang sat high on the main seat, smiling as always, unable to see the change in mood.

"This is only the first sentence, maybe Lord Zhu's second sentence of poetry is full of spirituality and turns decay into magic." There were also people at the banquet who held different views, and did not mock Zhu Ping'an with everyone, but evaluated them more rationally and objectively.

"Well, what Master Zhang said makes sense, let's see how Lord Zhu's next sentence is written."

Also, although Lord Zhu's first sentence is plain, as an introductory sentence, the purpose has also been achieved. A pair of Xiangjiang jade and look at it, the bamboo chopsticks of the Xiangjiang River are the best, although the introduction of Lord Zhu is bland, but it is not impossible, let's look down. ”

Immediately afterwards, several people nodded, feeling that what Master Zhang said made sense, this was just the first sentence, and it was a little early to draw conclusions.

"Hehe, okay then, let's see how Master Zhu's second sentence turns decay into magic." The people around him who mocked Zhu Ping'an were even more sarcastic when they heard the words.

"Then we'll see."

"Okay, with that said, we can't wait to see Lord Zhu's second sentence of turning decay into magic."

A burst of laughter rang out, and the voices of reason were instantly silenced.

Zhu Ping'an, who was in the focus, was not surprised, as if he hadn't heard the gossip around him, and his indifferent persistent brush was once again dipped in ink, and the clouds waved lightly on the screen.

Zhu Ping'an's calmness made Wang Yaozu nervous again.

Zhu Ping'an, this kid is so calm, shouldn't it really be like what the surname Zhang said, and the second sentence will turn decay into magic, right? !

The tension arose spontaneously again, Wang Yaozu leaned forward, his neck stretched out, and a pair of eyes stared straight at the tip of Zhu Ping'an's pen, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Zhu Ping'an's calm and persistent brush waved on the screen, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper, like a dragon and snake swimming, rubbing against the paper to make a light sound of sand.

For a while, all eyes were on Zhu Ping'an, to be precise, Zhu Ping'an's pen tip was precise.

Soon, the ink ran out, Zhu Ping'an finished his pen, turned around and dipped the ink again.

The second line of the poem written by Zhu Ping'an also appeared in everyone's sight: the second concubine had shed tears.

A pair of Xiangjiang jade and look at it,

The second concubine once shed tears.

There are bamboo names in the Xiangjiang River, and the bamboo is dotted with spots, like human tears. There is a moving mythical story about the spotted bamboo. It is said that Emperor Shun had two beloved concubines, named Empress E and Nuying. Emperor Shun is very affectionate with them, and the relationship is very good. After Emperor Shun, the two concubines were very sad, tears fell like rain, tears fell on the bamboo, and the bamboo was also dyed with tear stains, and it became a spotted bamboo, also known as Xiangfei bamboo.

Zhu Ping'an's poem is a fusion of this mythical story.

But

It doesn't seem to work very well.

After this poem was written, the ridicule at the banquet became even more intense.

"Hehe, I thought that Lord Zhu's second poem turned decay into magic, a pair of Xiangjiang jade looked at it together, the second concubine had shed tears, hehe, it turned out that it could only be like this, which made people even more disappointed."

"A pair of Xiangjiang jade look at it together, the second concubine has shed tears, hehe, this first half of the poem is really full of sour talent."

"Well, that's a real disappointment. Let's not talk about the mediocre verses, just talking about this artistic conception, it is also disappointing, the idea is long, the words are used to form sentences, it is to sing the love of the Empress E, the two concubines of Nuying, the pattern of the champion is like this? The people in front of them either use things as metaphors for people or support things for their aspirations, promoting selfless dedication, integrity and righteousness, or being impassioned. ”

"It's good to turn decay into magic, that's it, I can only hehe......"

"If these two sentences were written by Sour Xiucai, I wouldn't say anything, but if they came from the hands of Zhuangyuanlang, I can't say anything."

At the banquet, the people who didn't like Zhu Ping'an did not hide their ridicule, and their comments were also very ruthless.

hehe

The surname Zhu is the only one.

Wang Yaozu was completely relaxed, and his face was full of mocking smiles.

Those who maintained objectivity and rationality just now, after reading Zhu Ping'an's second line of poetry at this moment, couldn't help but be silent, and after two long years, they sighed and shook their heads in disappointment.

After reading Zhu Ping'an's second poem, Gao Gong was also silent, withdrew his gaze from Zhu Ping'an, and shook his head slightly.

Yuwang, who was sitting on the main seat, had a smile on his face that had been hanging for a day, and his right hand unconsciously lit the table, as if thinking about something.