The poem is a good poem, there is no doubt about it, and Ye Jing can look at that word, just like a womanizer seeing a beautiful woman, his eyes are straight.

This is a font he has never seen before, elegant, smart, although the heat has not yet arrived, but the structure of the word, the operation of Teton and other aspects are like flowing water, it seems to have a pleasing feeling.

Fang Tingshi leaned over, saw the words on the paper, couldn't help but lean his head closer, and then shook his head and said: "The handwriting is thin, until it is thin without losing its flesh, and its big characters are especially visible in the graceful place, which school of penmanship is this?" ”

"It's true, I've never seen it." Zhang Jiuling leaned over and said with a look of surprise.

Lu Xian Ling also said with a sigh: "The fire repair has not arrived, the penmanship has been completed, and over time, it will become a great tool, I can't imagine that Zheng Xiaolangjun is not only talented, this calligraphy is also a must." ”

Everyone was amazed, and the old man Guo also came over, and said with some pride: "Everyone, don't guess, this method is Zheng Peng's kid pondered by himself, saying that this is called thin gold body, two months ago, the old man has noticed his penmanship, and also received a few of his works, okay, you have seen enough, this poem old man put away." ”

Seeing that Old Man Guo was going to accept it, everyone was anxious all of a sudden, Ye Jingneng immediately stopped and said: "Old Guo, slow, the little old man is far away from here, and there is hard work without merit, this word should be regarded as the reward of the little elder." ”

Old man Guo paused for a moment, and said with some surprise: "Ye Saijiu, didn't you say that you are willing to guide the backwards and don't take a penny, how..."

Ye Jingneng said confidently: "I don't accept any penny, but as a judge, Xiao Lao has the right to take back the work and comment slowly." ”

"That's it, didn't Mr. Guo say that there are a few works, it's hard to get fat alone, and it's time to let them out" Lu Xianling said with a smile: "This work will stay in Guixiang County, let the students in Guixiang County think about it." ”

Fang Tingshi said decisively: "It's better to let someone take it back, which can benefit the students in a state." ”

The four of them smiled on the surface, but one of them pulled the four corners of the paper with one hand, secretly exerting his strength, and no one refused to let go first.

For literati, good calligraphy and painting is a hobby integrated into their bones, they laugh at themselves as elegant, see good calligraphy and painting, most of them will try their best to get their hands, like the unseen and unheard of penmanship in front of them, if they don't get their hands, they feel sorry for themselves.

A few people, the officials who are officials, the older ones, but like a few children grabbing candy, Zhang Jiuling on the side was amused, and reminded him: "There is only one work, and the person who can write the work is here, why don't you just let him write a few more?" ”

That's right, what to rob, Zheng Peng is here, can't you just let him write as much as you want?

The four of them looked at each other when they heard this, and finally Old Man Guo relied on the old man and sold the old man, and got the original manuscript beautifully.

Soon, Zheng Peng wrote several copies in one breath in the crowd of onlookers and admiration, in addition to two copies for the participants to circulate, Zhang Jiuling, Zheng Yongyang and Cui Xiyi also got a share, it can be said that they are all happy, and the praise is like a tide.

Invisibly, Zheng Peng's reputation rose again, but Zheng Peng was not happy, he wrote for a long time, and the pen fee was not half a penny.

After tasting and appreciating each other for a while, seeing that the night was thick, Guo Hong, as the organizer, couldn't help but remind: "Ye Sacrifice Wine, the time is not early, it is better to announce the winner of this time." ”

Fang Tingshi smiled: "Who won the poem, I believe everyone present knows it, it doesn't seem to matter anymore whether it is announced or not, but the rules are the rules, and there must be a Laoye sacrifice wine." ”

"Yes, yes, that's the responsibility of the little elder." After receiving a new type of brushwork, Ye Jingneng was in a good mood.

After Ye Jingneng finished speaking, he coughed dryly twice, motioned for everyone to calm down, and then said loudly: "This poetry meeting can be described as wonderful and frequent.

At the critical moment, Zheng Peng suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Slow, there is a sentence in the late life, I don't know if I should say it or not?" ”

"This time we are friends with poetry, we are all commensurate with each other, there is no distinction between high and low, and we can speak freely if we have something to say." Ye Saijiu said very openly.

"Yes, they are all fellow practitioners" Zheng Peng suddenly raised his voice and said: "This is the Lanting Club, not the scientific examination room, just testing me is a bit unfair, I think that a few people sitting in the Lanting Pavilion should also make a poem for us to enjoy it, this is fair, everyone said right?"

Everyone had already been impressed by Zheng Peng, and when they heard this, they all echoed loudly: "Yes! ”

Several big people sitting in the Lan Pavilion looked bad all of a sudden: This Zheng Peng, just a few words of praise, this tail will rise to the sky?

Old man Guo pointed at Zheng Peng, and said angrily: "You are a marketman, are you a person who buries people, you are a rich man, and the good sentence is not just a matter of coming, you are squeezing a few seniors, see if the old man does not smoke you." ”

It seems to be scolding, but there is love in the voice, so as not to offend people with Zheng Peng's youth and frivolity.

The poem is so well written, so good that it is like an insurmountable mountain, at this time, inviting people to fight the poem, is it to step on someone else's shoulder?

Zheng Peng couldn't hear that Old Man Guo was helping himself, and immediately explained: "Don't dare, don't dare, how dare you take a few seniors in the late life, I heard that Zhang Shizhi is full of economy, and writing poetry is a must, I especially want to build on it with Zhang Shiyi, this is not a provocation of the late life, but I feel that such a rich color head has to give Zhang Shizhi a chance to compete fairly." ”

Zhang Jiuling, that is a cow among the cattle people, a politician, a writer, a poet, a famous person in one, the descendants of the evaluation is very high, there is a chance to naturally get close, Zheng Peng has been secretly observing him, seeing him several times looking at those who are holding the four treasures of the study, as if they are about to move, a flash of inspiration in his heart, I remember that this year the name of the minister wrote a very famous poem, is it possible that he has it in his heart, itching to show it, but he can't pull down, afraid that others will say that he is bullying the small?

The current Zhang Jiuling is just a small seven-rank left, his reputation is not high, and his reputation is not obvious, so it is normal to find an opportunity to save some fame.

So, Zheng Peng decided to fight to see if he could earn favors.

When Zhang Jiuling heard this, he was in the middle of it, and rushed in front of Old Man Guo and said: "It's really terrifying, okay, someone should respond, otherwise you say it's unfair, and you think that someone doesn't dare to respond." ”

Ye Jingneng laughed: "Interesting, I have long heard that Zhang Shizhi is talented, just to see it, Zhang Shizhi doesn't have to be polite, make a good song, lest this kid have no one in his eyes in the future." ”

At this time, I dare to stand up, I must have the bottom in my heart, the old spirits and ghosts, and the Ye Sacrifice Wine is also willing to sell a favor.

Fang Tingshi also smiled and said: "Tonight is really full of surprises, interesting, interesting. ”

Zhang Jiuling walked in the Lanting Pavilion with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about a new work, and there were words on his lips, and everyone was subconsciously silent for a while, for fear of disturbing the inspiration of this left-hand pick-up.

One step, two steps, three steps.... Seven steps, when pacing to the seventh step, Zhang Jiuling suddenly said: "There is, someone is coming, pen and ink are waiting." ”

Ni Mei, Zheng Peng is a little speechless, why do literati like this tune? This Zhang Jiuling must have thought about it a long time ago, but he pretended to have just thought of it, and when he paced to the seventh step, he said that there was, this is Cao Zhi's seven-step poem when he learned the Three Kingdoms?

It seems that Comrade Jiuling's ideological realm still needs to be improved.

There is no need for people to sing hymns, Ye Saijiu himself sang and read it out loud: "

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. ”

When the loud voice of Ye Saijiu fell, the sound of gasping cold air sounded at the scene: Oh my God, it is another quatrain for the ages, this is a blowout?

Zheng Peng's poems are already very good, so good that people feel that they are difficult to surpass, but as soon as Zhang Shiyi's poems come out, they have a feeling of equal share.

At this moment, everyone has only one thought in their hearts: no matter who the colorful flowers fall to, in everyone's memory, this is destined to be an extraordinary night, and this night will also be recited by the entire Tang Dynasty and remembered by future generations.

Sure enough, it was this song "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan", and when I heard a famous sentence from the mouth of the main owner, Zheng Peng had a sense of happiness in witnessing history, and he was happier than plagiarizing himself.

"Zhang Shizhi is really only eight buckets tall, and the younger generation is willing to bow to the wind, tonight's poet is none other than Zhang Shiyi." Zheng Peng said convincingly.

In terms of real talent and learning, Zheng Peng is not worthy of lifting shoes for this cow, and Zheng Peng is not short of this little money.

"Zheng Xiaolangjun's poems are already a masterpiece, and it is only right that a certain person is willing to bow to the wind, disrespectful, disrespectful." Zhang Jiuling hurriedly said.

It's not that Zhang Jiuling is hypocritical, but Zheng Peng's level is too high, and Zhang Jiuling is so much older, competing with a teenager who has not performed the crown salute, it is not glorious to win, it is better to be generous.

Old man Guo was in a good mood, and said on the spot: "Don't fight, according to the old man, the two poems are evenly divided, and it is difficult to distinguish between them, so let's tie for the first place, Hong'er, prepare more lottery heads." ”

"Yes, uncle." When Guo Hong heard this, he responded without hesitation.

Four excellent poems were published in a row, which had a great promotion effect on the Lanting Society, and then the prestige of Guo Fu also rose, not to mention one, even if it was worth preparing ten more copies.

Zheng Peng and Zhang Jiuling excused themselves for a moment, and then happily accepted.

Money and prestige, no one is too much.

After a happy award ceremony, the Lanting will come to an end, everyone is three or five into ** flowed up, a richly dressed young man in the crowd came over, first respectfully gave Zheng Peng a salute, and then said with admiration: "Brother Feiteng is only eight buckets high, tonight to hear such exquisite verses, it is really worth the trip, take the opportunity to ask, Brother Feiteng is talented, words and unparalleled in the world, what makes Brother Feiteng so good?" ”

Everyone thought that Zheng Peng would say that he was guided by a famous teacher, and then he made unremitting efforts, but when Zheng Peng heard this, his eyes lit up first, and then he said with a straight face: "It is estimated that it is because a certain person likes to eat braised meat." ”

With a "pounce", the old man Guo, who was drinking tea on the side, couldn't help but squirt out the tea he had just entered, and then coughed several times.

Such a noble and elegant party, this kid actually sells his braised meat advertisement?