The canons used by Ji Yu include Lutai and "Bimu", which are indeed dazzling poems among these people, and it is no wonder that others add to their blue eyes. With-Dream- . lā

Ji Yu was very proud, his chin was raised high, and he looked at the other ten people on the field, feeling like he was alone and seeking defeat.

Boya walked out, and it was his turn.

His poems are very simple, but the artistic conception is quite like that of traditional scholars.

The poem goes like this: I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort my life. Lying in the pine forest in the morning dew, stepping on the song at noon. Come at night to invite the bright moon and look at each other in the book house. I don't know when the rooster crows, and the sun and the moon change again.

When some of the old nobles heard Boya's words, they all high-fived and admired, and some even shouted, this generation is also!

At the end of Boya, Zhao Yi, the crown prince of Qin, Zhao Yi's poems are still so full of affection, bohemian and arrogant.

The poem goes like this: I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort my life. Looking down on the world, raise a glass and only follow the shadow?

Crazy, crazy!

Many people scolded Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi didn't care, and continued to look at the sky and the earth.

Next is the poem of the fowl slippery, the poem of the fowl slippery is very simple and uplifting, he wrote it like this: I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort my life? The chai door is difficult to hide, and the sound of busy rushing. The road knows the horsepower, and the rock is quite green. What do you mean? Jin Fengqi Guotong.

When the nobles present heard the poem of the fowl slippery, they all whispered, and they had reservations about the hope of this kind of poor family to become a nobleman.

The bird did not say much about the criticism, but stood aside and said no more.

This time it was the turn of Ji Huan, the crown prince of Yan Kingdom, and the prince Ji Huan still insisted on his atmospheric and heroic northern scenery style, and the poem was written like this:

I have a jug of wine, enough to comfort my life. The north wind is fierce, and the whip is full of snow. Lend me 3,000 soldiers, and wield my sword to cut down the outer army. The ice is three feet thick, how can it freeze my generation?

Ji Huan is worthy of being a boy in Yan Guo, the impassioned sentence makes people feel full of blood boiling, and Lu Qu is looking at this cousin for the first time.

At the end of Ji Huan, the younger brother of the Song Kingdom, Gongzi Jue Qin, Gongzi Jue Qin's poems are a little naked. His poem reads: "I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort my life? The wine in the pot has been exhausted, and the green apricots are empty. The green apricots can still be fat in July, but I have tears in the autumn. Siyi people, in the dream Yiren bowed their heads and were ashamed. The moon moves and the shadow shines on the window, and the cheeks want to ask, are the Yiren willing to stay together?

Gongzi Jue Qin's poem was quickly covered up by the scolding, and Zhuang Jiang was also embarrassed and blushing at a loss.

The last one is the literary genre, the poetry of the literary genre has the meaning of irony Ji Huan, and the poem is like this: I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort my life. Huangmei season invites guests and friends, and the rain pushes the light to talk about the heroes. The northern country has an empty belly and threatens to kill ghosts in the snow. If it snows outside the plug for five days, there will be no life in the ice for thousands of miles. At that time, please look at the warm house, whose son-in-law is resentful.

Ah San refers to Ji Huan, Ji Huan is the third in the family.

There was no shortage of smart people on the field, and they soon heard the heroic sarcasm of Wen Chong about Ji Huan, and one or two of them couldn't help but snicker.

Ji Huan was furious, and raised his fist to beat Wen Chong, but Wen Chong sneered and stretched out his face for him to beat.

Ji Huan stopped his fist when he came, laughed, he bowed to Zhuang Jiang, and said that he had a new poem.

Anyway, since it is solitaire, it will be the dragon to the end, Zhuang Jiang motioned for him to continue.

Wen Chong's nose jumped when he heard it, he didn't expect that Ji Huan didn't fall for his plan, his plan was to use exciting irony to force Ji Huan to beat him angrily, so that Ji Huan would lose the qualification of Wen Dou, but he didn't expect that Ji Huan would obviously see his plan in the end.

However, Wen Chong is not in a hurry, and if he boils him slowly, there will always be a chance to make Ji Huan mad.

Ji Huan's poem is a satire of the genre and the Yue Kingdom, and the poem is like this: I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort my life. One mouth is about heaven and earth, and the other is natural. Heaven and earth are about the Zhou ceremony, and the natural road is combined. The three mouths shook the mountains and rivers, and the drunken eyes shook the jade cup. There is a person in front of you, how can a person be like a dog? The dog still knows the clothes, but he has a broken hair. To explain the reason, the dog country produces dog people.

After drinking the song, Ji Huan laughed heartily.

Many aristocrats also laughed when they looked at the broken hair.

Wen Chong's face was as black as picturesque ink, his nose was like a butterfly about to fly away, and he said: "I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort my life." After calling himself the golden phoenix, the feathers are not as good as the chickens. Chickens still eat cordyceps, and eggs and meat are all human ......

When Ji Huan heard Wen Chong target him again, his little heart was furious and wanted to explode, and when Wen Chong's voice fell behind, he did not show weakness to fight back.

The two of you went back and forth, and used the method of literary fighting to give the scholars a feast of biting each other in the history of the late Spring and Autumn Period.

The solitaire poem took a long time, and the eleven people finally eliminated two of them, Wen Chong and Gongzi Jue Qin.

The literary type is because his solitaire poems are obviously looking for Ji Huan's stubble, and Gongzi Jue Qin is because his solitaire poems are too shameless.

At this time, only Ji Huan, Zhao Yi, Fu Yue, Sun Chi, Boya, Zhao Wuxian, Ji Yi, Yu Slipper and Xiang Lu were left on the field.

On the corner tower, Lu Di looked at the final list and was silent, but he sighed in his heart that it seemed that the person his sister might choose was the Mo family giant recorded in the annals of history.

But it doesn't matter, in addition to choosing a son-in-law for the ninth sister, the purpose of this selection of relatives is to cooperate with the revenge action that the husband has made up his mind, and this purpose has been achieved now.

Haha, Gou Jian, Gou Jian, if it was the day when Tengyu entered Qi to hold a wedding, and suddenly the Wu-Yue War broke out, would you be surprised, surprised? Hey......

At this time, Lu Di's mind flashed the selfless Gou Jian who was lying on the stone bed with tattoos, and suddenly saw his henchmen break into the house to report that the army of Wu Guo had attacked Yue Guo, and he was surprised and caught off guard.

The marriage between Fuji Yu and Lu Di was set by Ji Zha a long time ago, and then Lu Di kept filial piety, and there was no way, so it was postponed until next spring.

This incident is well known, and this is Lu Di's first reassurance to her husband.

The second reassuring pill is the widely advertised son-in-law selection action in front of him, although he was forced to the palace on the surface, so he had to let the ninth sister choose her husband, but the husband who was outside the bureau was not a fool, he must be able to see the subtle knowledge, and guessed that the rift between Qi Yue could not be smoothed, and this was the second confidence for his husband to launch a revenge war.

Lu Di browsed the collected poems, then put them down, and said thoughtfully: "Wuze, Meng Tan, what do you say if the widow collects Xiang Lu as a righteous son?" ”

Dongmen Wuze and Zhang Mengtan looked at each other when they heard this.

The wind chimes jingled again.

After the competition of painting skills and connoisseurship under the apricot altar, there are only three people left in the end, Ji Huan, Bird Slipper and Xiang Lu.

Ji Huan didn't expect that his final opponent would be a humble scholar!

Bird Slippery didn't expect that he would be able to make it to the end.

At this time, both inside and outside the field were speechless, which is undoubtedly the biggest upset.

Xiang Lu is still a child, obviously a soy sauce player, and everyone is bright in the final competition.

Sun Chi was defeated in painting skills, this thing was a hanger, and he drew a shrimp skin shrimp with the name of Qi to deal with, so Zhuang Jiang didn't give him face anymore and eliminated him.

Sun Chi and his old lady Lan Jiang had just been rescued and woke up, and after learning the news, she fainted angrily again.

It's not a good child!

(These chapters are all limericks, right?) Ha ha...... ）