Thinking of this, Zhang Pu ruthlessly put aside the power of Jinling Newspaper and said: "In this case, everyone sings poetry and talks." I will hold the Xuanwu Lake Conference here, which is an unusual play. If it's not good, no one is to blame. ”

Zhang Pu said, as if the politically charged words he had spoken before the opening did not exist at all.

I saw him staring at Zhu Cihong resolutely, carefully looking at this person, trying his best to recall where he had felt this familiar leadership temperament.

Jiangnan characters, Zhang Pu didn't dare to say that he had seen them all, but he definitely knew everything. But there are very few who can give him such a feeling. At most, I only had some similar feelings when I heard that Zheng Zhilong and other maritime merchants were feudal kings in the southeast half of the wall.

After Zhang Cai heard this, he was shocked. He immediately heard Zhang Pu's refusal.

Qian Qianyi's face was puzzled, but he didn't speak in a hurry. None of the others were open-minded.

In this way, everyone's eyes focused on Zhu Cihong.

On the side, Li Youlong regained his vitality, looked directly at Zhu Cihong, his eyes were blazing, and his morale was particularly high, and his eyes fell on Zhu Cihong's eyes, and he almost wanted to say directly: You have no ability to do it, it's better to roll it out early.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, no matter how smart a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy is, can he be such a genius as a poet who can keep up with these Jiangnan celebrities present?

Zhu Cihong hesitated a little and said, "I'm really not good at poetry. ”

Li Youlong clenched his fists fiercely, and Zhang Pu also breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Li Xiangjun on the side was holding his chest high, and moved his body slightly to get closer to Zhu Cihong. said: "I am willing to be with Qin Lang!" ”

"This ...... How can this work? Li Youlong almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood: "Is this cheating?" ”

It's just that sometimes girls are unreasonable.

Li Xiangjun's beautiful eyes swept away. The other women in the audience spoke up one after another.

Kou Baimen said softly: "Since Gongzi Qin came in with Sister Xiangjun, why can't he be together?" ”

Dong Xiaowan stared at Zhu Cihong. whispered: "Won't he be afraid of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy?" ”

Mao Bijiang reluctantly bowed his hand to everyone: "Listen, is it really afraid that I will venture to open up Xinjiang?" ”

Chen Zhenhui and Fang Yizhi couldn't help laughing, Chen Zilong's eyes fell on Qian Qianyi, and sure enough, he saw Qian Qianyi's strange face.

Because, Liu Ru is beautiful eyes swept away, and seeing that Qian Qianyi didn't want to answer, he preemptively spoke: "The slave also wants to listen to Qin Gongzi's poems." ”

When Qian Qianyi heard this, he also said helplessly: "That's it." ”

Zhang Pu smiled on his face. But his heart became solemn, he never expected that the little scholar named Qin Yiming in front of him would have such a great influence.

"As the host, then I'm welcome." Zhang Pu glanced at the young man, muttered a little, and then said aloud.

"When the flowers bloom and the warbler goes, the stone rots and the water is clear. Don't worry about the mountains and rivers, and follow the wind and rain. ”

The car called small characters, and Sangxia asked Rouyi. There is no willow, and the stream should be given poetry. ”

Chen Zilong listened. Immediately shouted: "Simple and fresh, the basin is subtle." Good poems, intriguing poems! ”

Qian Qianyi and Ruan Dacheng glanced at each other, and they both saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

"It's like a lion pounces on a rabbit,......" Ruan Dacheng picked up the water glass. Whisper.

Hearing this, Qian Qianyi nodded slowly.

Sure enough, Zhu Cihong's expression changed slightly.

Zhang Pu's poem does not say the title. But the people present are all brilliant everyone, what is the topic. You can guess a thing or two without saying it.

The name of the poem is ...... Don't hesitate. Li Xiangjun whispered. Obviously, this is Zhang Pu's sarcasm that Zhu Cihong is unpopular and stubborn. Reluctant to go.

At this moment, no one else dared to pick up. Everyone was silent, and all the pressure was piled on Zhu Cihong's body.

Li Youlong said triumphantly: "Right now, let's ask Gongzi Qin to write a poem!" ”

As he spoke, Li Youlong screamed a few times, which made a few scholars who were not afraid of big things cheer up for a while.

Zhu Cihong frowned when he heard this, and soon opened his brows a little, and whispered a few words to Li Xiangjun, and then turned his head to look at Li Youlong: "Get a pen and paper!" ”

Soon, Chu Sanniang prepared the four treasures of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study.

Li Xiangjun even followed up to grind for Zhu Cihong, and Li Youlong and the others were extremely hot.

Soon, a new poem was cast.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

"Bamboo and stone ......" Li Xiangjun said softly: "Such a masterpiece, there should be poetry and painting to match, but it is a pity that there is no worthy painting at the moment." ”

Li Youlong listened, and his face immediately turned red. Obviously, this is Li Xiangjun's irony that everyone is squeezing out talents at the moment, and he is not worthy of this masterpiece.

"The green bamboo is upright, tenacious and tenacious, this poem is indeed the best work." Chen Zilong said in admiration, and Zhu Cihong's eyes burned for a while.

Li Youlong was not reconciled, and shouted: "How can such a work of vicissitudes of mind be done by a teenager?" ”

Zhu Cihong said leisurely: "Yes." This is when I came with Miss Xiangjun, I listened to an old beggar on the side of the road. At that time, I wrote it down, and I gave it back today. ”

Li Youlong was overjoyed when he heard this, and wanted to refute but was stopped by Fang Yizhi.

At this moment, Zhang Pu's face was very unpleasant.

He is not good at poetry, so he has accumulated a lot of good works on weekdays, and he has invested a lot. It's like saving a manuscript, using a little less.

But Zhang Pu held back a big move, but Zhu Cihong was lightly relieved, which made Zhang Puwo angry.

Now Li Youlong is going back and forth like this, but Zhu Cihong said that such a masterpiece that overpowered him was made by an old beggar on the side of the road, so what is he Zhang Pu?

At this moment, it was Ruan Dacheng who played a round: "It's a good thing that young people have momentum." Speaking of which, I still don't know why Qin Yiming's little friend came? ”

Zhu Cihong also said through the steps: "I came here for the article that Jinling Newspaper will publish tomorrow." ”

"Oh?" Now the whole audience is watching.

Zhu Cihong explained: "The newspaper has the functions of recording and interviewing, compiling, and editing. In the next day, most of them have the affairs of recording interviewers. In order to submit your words and deeds to the newspaper, report to the world, so that the people of the world can hear the voice of the public. ”

Li Xiangjun was by his side, and suddenly keenly felt that the situation had changed in vain.

In an instant, he felt that his gaze was like a raging fire enveloping him, about to devour Qin Yiming, a little scholar.

Everyone present imagined that if their name could be known to thousands of people, wouldn't they be able to become famous in Nanjing overnight?

Zhang Pu lamented at the moment, he understood that this little scholar would definitely leave his name tonight, and he would not be able to drive him away no matter what.

[The genuine version is the starting point Chinese network. Pay attention to my WeChat public account: a few words of micro-words. I just sent a picture of the clipper boat, a portrait of the prince from a caring reader, and I will often pay out of my pocket to the reader's red envelope activities from time to time to thank you for supporting Weiyan writing~] (To be continued.) )