When Zhu Ping'an, Uncle and others were surrounded by everyone into the crowd, the voices of discussion were endless.

"This is yesterday's case?" Someone in the crowd looked at Zhu Ping'an, who looked like a chicken in soup, with his rough clothes and the black plank, and couldn't help but doubt, "It shouldn't be that you guys teamed up to deceive us." ”

"Younger people aside, this image is also"

With everyone's suspicions and discussions, the people who had participated in the Amazing Immortal Poetry Club finally recognized Zhu Ping'an, who was like a soup chicken, and whispered to the people nearby that the person was indeed Zhu Ping'an.

Despite this, there are still voices of skepticism.

Like a soup chicken, he is not very old, and his face is honest, not at all like the suave appearance of the imaginary head of the case, but more like a farmer who came back from planting rice and weeding in the geography.

"Gentlemen, let me sit down safely." Uncle Zhu Shouren became dignified again and again at this time, and waved his hand at everyone with extraordinary bearing.

In the midst of the discussion, the crowd flashed a way, and Uncle Zhu Shouren and several villagers pushed Zhu Ping'an to the front of the several cases where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed, pulled the arms and pulled the arms, pressed the shoulders and pressed the shoulders, and pressed Zhu Ping'an to sit down in front of the cases without saying anything.

Ten years of hard study, is it that makes you jealous?

Zhu Ping'an was very disdainful of everyone's behavior, especially the uncle and others who did not have diamond diamonds and worked on porcelain.

Zhu Ping'an sat at the table, glanced at the people around him, and finally his eyes fell on the uncle and a few villagers, and shook his head slightly.

"Huh? What does shaking head mean? ”

"Can't write it?"

"Those who sell their fame and reputation are actually difficult to live up to under their reputation."

The onlookers were a little excited, and it was not easy for the girls' school book to promise that the poem would take off the veil and show her true face, but it was a great opportunity, seeing that it was lost again, how could everyone not be excited, and couldn't help but start complaining.

Zhu Ping'an sat there, listening to everyone's complaints and complaints, not shocked, always with that honest and calm appearance.

Just when everyone was complaining, only a delicate voice came from the stage.

"Is this little boy the head of the case, Zhu Gongzi, the little woman has admired her name for a long time."

When everyone looked up, they saw the ice-skinned girls' school book, and Shenglian approached step by step, bowed down slightly and bowed to Zhu Ping'an.

The girls' school book was so close to them, and everyone was emotional.

But I heard a nonchalant, "Oh, luckily." ”

Who is so snubbing our girls' school book! The crowd was furious, and when they turned their heads, they saw that the soup chicken named Zhu Ping'an was arching his two paws at the moment.

This person who sells his reputation and reputation can't write poems, but he neglects our girls' school books like this, it's really unbearable!

"Yu'er, the uncle is not strong enough to drink, you can write a poem, please comment on the girls' school book." At this time, the uncle stepped forward, and when everyone's anger had not yet burst out, he opened his mouth in a serious and righteous manner, feeling that the elders were giving the juniors a chance to get ahead.

Everyone once again turned their eyes to Zhu Ping'an, and Mo'er, the girls' school scholar who was standing in front of the stage, also blinked at Zhu Ping'an.

Everyone wanted to see how Zhu Ping'an reacted at this time.

"I've never been good at writing poems and lyrics, I'm afraid I'll disappoint my uncle." Zhu Ping'an shook his head and said lightly.

The expression on the uncle's face froze, he didn't expect Zhu Ping'an to react like this.

"Zhu Gongzi is too modest, the day of the fairy poetry will be a farewell to the amazing talent, our sisters can't put it down and sing it so far, Yongxue is also unique. Today, Zhu Gongzi stepped into the Drunken Jun Building, why not leave a masterpiece, so that Mo'er can talk about this matter with other sisters in the future, and it is also salty and honorable. ”

Mo'er, the girls' school scholar who stood in front of the stage, pursed her lips, bowed again, and spoke.

When the girls' school book opened, everyone naturally cheered, so they also echoed it.

"That's right, it's not like the head of the case can't make a poem."

"Let's write quickly, don't you look down on our girls' school books?"

"I don't think anyone dares to look down on our girls' school book, even if I put all my net worth together, I have to fight with him endlessly."

The crowd was furious, and all eyes once again focused on Zhu Ping'an.

This girl deliberately put her in the position of a weakling, but she set herself up to make it easier for her, and coerced everyone to order herself.

In fact, I don't blame her, literati and women are always inseparable, a good poem can double their value, continue their aura, and improve their status. For example, Liu Yong, Liu Yong has an indissoluble bond with Qinglou all his life. He is the dream lover of the young ladies of the Qinglou, and it is the dream of all the ladies to sleep with Liu Yong for one night. Liu Yong fills in the lyrics for whoever is popular, and those lucky "Yong girls" may be worth ten times because of Liu Yong's lyrics.

It can be said that this is the prototype of the most primitive unspoken rules of the entertainment industry.

But I don't know why she thinks she can make any good poetry?

Zhu Ping'an looked up at the pretty girls' school book on the stage, and then at the crowd of angry hormones.

A woman is virtuous if she is not talented, and a woman from a good family is boring and boring, so it is reasonable that this girls' school book is sought after.

It's just that

It's none of your business

I'm only thirteen years old, and I'm not here!

"I'm young and talented, I'm afraid I'll let the girl down. If it's just an eight-strand strategy article, it's okay, and it's not my forte to write poetry and lyrics, so I'm sorry. Zhu Ping'an got up from his seat and said with a slight apology.

"I'm sorry uncle, I'm sorry everyone, oh, by the way, uncle, I want to return to my hometown today, I don't know what uncle is going to do?" Zhu Ping'an arched his hands around, and asked the uncle and others about the return date.

The uncle and several villagers glanced at each other, shook their heads, and then persuaded Zhu Ping'an to prepare for the exam together.

"Yu'er, there are only a few months left for the hospital exam, and it takes a lot of time to return home, so why not prepare for the exam here for a few months, and then go to the hospital exam together."

"It's Brother An'er, every inch of money is to buy an inch of time, and time is precious."

When Zhu Ping'an heard this, he glanced at the uncle and the villagers, and 10,000 grass and mud horses roared in his heart, where did you hangover people in Qinglou get the courage to tell me that time is precious and it takes time to go home.

"I'm homesick, since your uncles are going to prepare for the exam here, then I'll go back and clean up a little, and when the sky clears, I'll go home." Zhu Ping'an bowed to his uncle and several fellow villagers, and without looking at the girls' school book that was sought after by everyone, he turned around and left.

The pretty girls' school book on the stage seemed to be aggrieved and anxious, and the corners of her eyes were moist.

I feel sorry for him, this son is too hateful and annoying!

The crowd was furious, and a group of two people surrounded Zhu Ping'an, and there was a posture of pressing Zhu Ping'an to the ground and trampling on tens of thousands of feet to finish.

"It's okay for this person to look down on us, but he is so snub about our girls' school book, I really can't swallow this breath!"

"This man is arrogant!"

"It is rumored that this person's rice bucket is the world's Zaiyu, and if he can't write poetry, he will hide back in his hometown, hahaha, it's really sad and hateful!"

Everyone expressed their indignation, and at this time, another voice came, "Brother Zhu Xian, this is yours, the so-called group feelings are difficult to say, since everyone says so, you don't have to shirk." When he was young and frivolous, Taoguang Yanghui was naturally commendable, but what was wrong with being young and frivolous once in a while, and the edge could not always be hidden in the sword box, otherwise it would be a pity to rust, and I would compose a poem once today, what is it? ”

The voice was very familiar, and Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw Su Song Feng Shanshui walking slowly with a smile on his face.

Then another voice came, it was Tongcheng Xia Luoming who was walking beside Feng Shanshui, "Brother Zhu Xian, don't shirk, recently there have been rumors that Brother Zhu Xian's case is not worthy of the name, saying that Brother Zhu Xian's previous farewell and Yongxue were all stolen from others!" Brother Zhu Xian is talented, how could this be, Yu disdained this remark. But unfortunately, someone is soft-spoken, and the rumors are still the same, this time is the time for Zhu Xiandi to refute the rumors, and Zhu Xiandi should not refuse. ”

Such a coincidence

Zhu Ping'an looked at the few people who were slowly approaching, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a smile.

"I'll study ink with you, compose poems or not, Brother Zhu Xian is at will, if Brother Zhu Xian doesn't need ink, he will splash it on my face directly." Su Song Feng Shanshui walked to the table, and directly started grinding, leaving a random sentence at the end.

belch

This is more like the rhetoric of the toast: I did it, you are free, and you can't finish drinking it in my face.

When it came to this, everyone present looked at Zhu Ping'an again to see how he reacted, if Zhu Ping'an really wanted to leave, the negative reputation of being frivolous, snubbing friends, giving shame, selling fame, copying other people's poems, etc., would fall on him.

There was silence all around, and everyone was staring at Zhu Ping'an with burning eyes.

"Since that's the case, then the little brother will be ugly."

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Ping'an slowly opened his mouth.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Ping'an turned around and walked to the table, picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink that Feng Shanshui had researched, turned to the incense rice paper on the side, glanced at the girls' school book with moist eyes on the beautiful platform, and slowly said, "This poem is to make amends to the girl." ”

Zhu Ping'an just glanced at her, then lowered his head and moved the pen on the rice paper. Feng Shanshui, who was standing there next to him, watched from the side, and read out the poem written by Zhu Ping'an:

"Mulan Words"

His voice was clear, and the speed of his speech was moderate, everyone could hear it, watching Zhu Ping'an write out the first sentence, Feng Shanshui's face changed slightly, and his voice trembled slightly:

"If life is only as it first sees"

This is the first line of the poem of "Mulan Ci", which opens to the bottom of my heart and tugs at the heartstrings!

The faces of everyone present changed when they heard this

(There was a delay in updating yesterday afternoon, and I apologize for the long chapter today.) ）

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