Hearing the poem, Cui Yonghao's face became uncomfortable, he was not stupid, he could understand the meaning of the poem, at this time, Yang Yue's words were undoubtedly satirizing him for not having real talent and learning, and it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Next to him, the literati also gasped, one by one felt that Yang Yue was too arrogant, if Cui Yonghao did not have literary talent, the Chinese people in Chang'an City, I am afraid that most of them will be wasted!

One by one, they looked indignant, wanting to fight for Cui Yonghao's fame, but unfortunately, Yang Yue's eyes were wide-eyed, not angry and self-assured, and no one dared to interrupt easily in the poems.

Without giving Cui Yonghao time to argue, Yang Yue turned to look at the King of Chu, and said urgently with a complicated expression: "The grass firefly has a bright light and is not a fire, although the lotus dew is a pearl, if you don't take burnt firewood and take care of it, what is the difference in poor brilliance!" ”

At the end of the poem, Yang Yue stared at Cui Yonghao and said, "Cui Gongzi, what do you think of this king's poem?" ”

At this moment, Cui Yonghao forcibly swallowed his saliva, his face was blue and purple, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Yang Yue's poems satirized that he had no real talent and real learning, and ridiculed the king of Chu for not knowing people, and he had already put him on the cusp of the poetry meeting.

King Chu's eyes were like torches, staring at Yang Yue with a gloomy and cold face, and said: "Liulang, whether your poems are good or not, the scholars present have their own conclusions. ”

"Huh!" Yang Yue chuckled lightly twice, and said to King Chu and Cui Yonghao: "Third brother, you are extremely high in the prestige of Chang'an literati, Cui Gongzi is always talented, tonight's poetry meeting, you are the protagonist, don't live up to the expectations of the talented and beautiful people present!" ”

Turning back to his seat, he picked up his teacup and drank his tea.

For a while, the hall was completely quiet, Cui Yonghao was sarcastically ridiculed by Yang Yue for having no talent and no virtue, his face turned into pig liver color, and the King of Chu was also displeased, Yang Yue said that he had no knowledge of people, hateful.

At this time, he clearly complimented the two of them for their talent, but secretly he must be full of contempt for the two!

Hearing the string song, Shangguan Longxi and the scholars present competed for the boss with their eyes, and looked at Yang Yue incredibly.

How could he, a martial artist, recite such philosophical verses?

Mo didn't see it with his own eyes, no one would believe that Yang Yue was a person with both literary and talent.

At this time, Yang Yue noticed that everyone's eyes were all focused on him, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, let everyone down, this king is not a martial artist, but this king would rather be a centurion than a scholar." ”

Yang Yue is not afraid of offending the literati led by the King of Chu, and they will continue to indulge in *** poetry.

Ningwu centurion, better than a scholar?

King Yan is too tall and arrogant, in the hearts of the literati, the centurion is a vulgar man, how can he be qualified to be compared with the literati, hateful......

"King Yan, aren't you afraid of offending the literati in the audience?" Wang Wencai stood up, his face flushed, as if he was about to discuss the matter of scholars and centurions with Yang Yue.

"Hmph, this king formed a flying cavalry army, a long history under the account, sacrificial wine, eight soldiers and many civilian vacancies, the literati present have the talent to govern the country, this king welcomes each other, you Wang Wen has the talent to govern the army and the country, you have the welcome of this king, you don't, shut up and eat tea, so as not to lose the face of the Taiyuan Wang!"

"King Yan... You... Wang has been reading poetry and books since he was a child, why does he have no talent for governing the country, but the times are not good, the emperor wants to revive the glory of the Tang Dynasty, and the literati are just unwilling! Wang Wencai was angry and very unhappy, if he rose to the top of Chang'an, how could he be in the company of Cui Yonghao and other literati.

"Oh, blame the father!" Yang Yue looked indifferent and said sarcastically!

Blame the emperor! Hearing this, Wang Wencai realized that he had made a mistake and hurriedly explained: "The emperor is famous, how dare Wang talk about the saint." ”

"Yes, my father is famous, but you are depressed, I am afraid that you will be ruined!" Yang Yue stared at Wang Wencai, put down the teacup, and said in a light tone.

On the high platform, Shangguan Longxi noticed that Yang Yue and Wang Wencai were tense, and said with a charming smile: "King Yan, Wang Gongzi, today's poetry meeting, let's only talk about poetry, not government affairs." King Yan previously promised to write two poems, at this time, can you set an example for the literati of Chang'an, and write a poem with the theme of Qixi Festival! ”

Yang Yue turned around, looked at Shangguan Longxi, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Miss Longxi is so anxious, this king might as well give the girl a song." If the girl is interested, she can pass on the book to Hongyan, or she can enter the mansion to talk! ”

Shangguan Longxi listened to the voice and knew that Yang Yue was speaking lightly, but she wanted to see if Yang Yue's dog mouth could spit out ivory. "Lord Wang, please!"

Yang Yue didn't get up, turned his head and instructed Lin Miaoyin beside him: "Miss Longxi asked for this king's love poem, why don't you bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" ”

"Damn!" Lin Miaoyin's face was cold, and she expressed her shame and indignation at Yang Yue's call to herself, but she didn't say much, turned around and left lightly, leaving a fragrant breeze.

Soon, Lin Miaoyin went and returned, holding a tray in her hand, in which the four treasures of the study were placed, and when she came to Yang Yue, she waited for him to look at him hatefully and put it on the table.

"Open the rice paper and grind!" Yang Yue commanded.

At this time, Lin Miaoyin's patience with Yang Yue was extreme, and if she was called by Yang Yue, she would not be patient anymore!

Spread out the rice paper, the paperweight pressed the four corners, and Lin Miaoyin stayed next to Qianying, helping to grind.

Yang Yue got up, King Qi and King Wu quickly surrounded him, and the two were curious, what was Yang Yue going to write?

Looking up at Shangguan Longxi, Yang Yue smiled at the other party, grabbed the wolf brush, flicked the tip of the pen from the inkstone, and pressed it on the rice paper with one hand, a hard work!

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the darkness of Yinhan Zhaozhao is ......"

King Qi, King Wu, Yuwen Linxuan, Lin Miaoyin, since Yang Yue put pen to pen and dragon flying phoenix dance to write a line of poetry, one by one can't help but read silently in their hearts!

For a while, the four of them had different expressions, King Qi and King Wu were surprised by Yang Yue's literary talent, when Liulang became talentless. Yuwen Linxuan was secretly angry in her heart, on the night of Qixi Festival, she was looking forward to Lang Jun to surprise her, unexpectedly, instead of getting a surprise, she was frightened, one of the four demon queens of the Phantom Sound Pavilion, was actually subdued by Lang Jun, at this time, she gave Shangguan Longxi a poem, as Yang Yue's wife, she couldn't help but feel jealous.

Lin Miaoyin frowned slightly, staring at Yang Yue's pen with beautiful eyes, secretly worried about Yang Yue's poems and thin pavilion masters, but at this moment, in Yang Yue's poems, there was no blasphemy.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world."

Whew, King Qi and King Wu looked at it, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, Yuwen Linxuan pouted, stomped his feet, and couldn't wait to bite Yang Yue, Lin Miaoyin couldn't help but raise his head, looked at Yang Yue, and felt that the other party was serious, and he didn't want to be so hateful.

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the magpie bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? Yang Yue put the brush in the inkstone, staring at Shangguan Longxi with ambiguous eyes, as if admiring a work of art. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )