Chapter 258: Poppy Beauty.

When Hua Lang looked at Sun Yiwen, Sun Yiwen was also looking at Hua Lang.

This made Hua Lang unexpected, Hua Lang glanced at Gongsun Ce with his spare light, and found that when Gongsun Ce was chatting with the woman, he would look at them from time to time, that Sun Yiwen hated Gongsun Ce, and naturally observed Gongsun Ce all the time, and Gongsun Ce looked at Hua Lang and them, and Sun Yiwen naturally understood that Gongsun Ce and Hua Lang were in the same group.

At this time, Sun Yiwen's hatred for Gongsun Ce was imposed on Hualang and others.

But Hualang is not afraid, not only is he not afraid, but he has been staring at Sun Yiwen, he just wants to provoke Sun Yiwen, and it is best to provoke him to quarrel with himself, so that he has an excuse to pull Sun Yiwen to the county government to comment, and as long as he goes to the county office, there will be reason for this Sun Yiwen?

In this kind of confrontation, some scholars have already written their new work on the wounded spring, of course, it is said that it is new, but in fact, many of them should be done for a long time, after all, it is not easy to write a word about the wounded spring in such a short time.

Everyone rushed to submit the poems they wrote, and then one of Du Ruobai's entourages chanted them, and after more than a dozen of them, they could also pick out a few of them that could be seen, but there were no amazing lyrics.

Hua Lang confronted Sun Yiwen here, Gongsun Ce couldn't leave the girl, but Wen Meng couldn't care about this, she thought that Hua Lang was so talented, how could he write a good word about hurting spring, so shocking the audience, at this time, Wen Meng liked that feeling very much.

It's just that she hinted many times that Hua Lang should hurry up and make a song, but Hua Lang just looked at Sun Yiwen as if he hadn't heard and seen it.

Wen Meng had no choice but to give up.

But at this time, Sun Yiwen suddenly didn't look at Hualang, but came to a table, wrote hard, and after writing, he wrote his name with a big stroke of the pen and handed over the poem.

Du Ruobai's entourage took the word and read a few sentences, and then read a few more sentences, among these few sentences, he paused many times, and when he finished reading, the audience had already shouted, and they all applauded this poem, and many scholars ran to Sun Yiwen, shouting Brother Sun one by one.

This enthusiasm lasted for a long time, and during this time, no one dared to write again.

Because you can't surpass Sun Yiwen's words, it will only be more embarrassing to write, so it's better not to write, if you don't write, who knows how you write it?

Therefore, some people who only wrote Shang Yun secretly kicked the paper into their arms, and then followed the crowd of people shouting and shouting.

Seeing this, Du Ruobai said: "Judging from everyone's reactions, it can already be known that Lu Dao, tonight, the best person to write a sad spring word is Sun Yiwen Brother Sun, if no one is willing to write another word, then our matter of collecting words this time will be over." ”

After listening to this, there is nothing unhappy, after all, there is no first, writing a sad spring poem is good, it does not mean that other words are good, so readers like to deceive themselves, in other words, more to comfort themselves.

Just when this matter of collecting lyrics was about to end, Sun Yiwen suddenly stood up, walked up to Hua Lang, and said loudly: "This brother has been sitting here for a long time, and his face is full of disdain, do you think that you write well, and we people write poems that are not in the stream?" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, those scholars all set their eyes on Hua Lang, Hua Lang frowned slightly, thinking that Sun Yiwen's move was really ruthless, he wanted me to cause public anger.

However, Hua Lang was not afraid, he got up slightly, looked at Sun Yiwen and said with a smile: "No, no, no, I didn't say that other people's words are not in the stream, these words clearly came out of your mouth, I don't admit it!" ”

Sun Yiwen smiled coldly: "But from your expression, we have already seen your disdain, don't you say?" ”

The others didn't pay attention to Hua Lang, but at this time they all shouted yes, and asked Hua Lang to make a song for everyone to see, and the reason why everyone wanted to coax like this was naturally to see the battle between Hua Lang and Sun Yiwen, if Hua Lang really made a good song, then he could also kill Sun Yiwen's arrogance.

Anyway, everyone likes to be lively, and on some occasions, there are always people who like to provoke this excitement.

And everyone's coaxing is in line with Sun Yiwen's mind, he sees that the people around Hualang are dressed up as Jianghu people, and thinks that Hualang doesn't have much real talent and learning, so let him make a fool of himself in front of everyone, which can be regarded as revenge for being squeezed out by Gongsun Ce just now.

Everyone was so coaxed, so Du Ruobai couldn't say anything, so he had to bow his hand to Hualang and said: "If Brother Tai can make a song, please make a song." ”

Hua Lang got up, smiled faintly, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and wrote in a dragon and phoenix dance, and Wen Meng, Hua Wan'er and others next to him were very proud, they had just seen Hua Lang's writing of Manjiang Red Twilight Spring, as long as Hua Lang took out the song just now, it was enough to make everyone present embarrassed.

They hadn't seen what Hua Lang had written, and the little guy standing next to them had already handed over the paper, but although they didn't know what Lu Dao was, they were all very excited.

However, when Du Ruobai's entourage read out the words, Wen Meng and the others were dumbfounded, and the words written by Hua Lang were not Man Jianghong, but Yu Meiren.

This poppy beauty, can you have that full of red rivers? Wen Meng and the others didn't understand the poems, so they naturally couldn't tell the difference, so they could only look at everyone's reactions.

The entourage reads: The falling flowers have danced before the style, and sent the dusk rain.

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone present quieted down, this simple sentence is a picture of twilight spring, this artistic conception and tone are by no means comparable to ordinary people.

A group of scholars and women below shouted: "Hurry up, what's below, what's below?" ”

Du Ruobai's entourage was urged by everyone like this, and he also came back to his senses from the artistic conception of the words, so he read out the rest of the words in one breath: Xiaolai Courtyard is half red, only the gossamer and the clear sky. Spend your time together and drink in a glass. Beauty doesn't need to hold moth eyebrows, I am also affectionate, helpless when the wine is gone!

As soon as this word came out, the whole word building exploded, they are all readers, they naturally know that the word is good, the whole word is written to be simple and light, the scene written is declining but not depressed, and the sentiment is sad but not depressed, which shows the heroic and elegant temperament of the person who made it.

Wen Meng and the others saw that these readers reacted so strongly, even more crazy than when Hua Lang wrote Manjianghong Twilight Spring before, and they couldn't help but be proud, as if telling others that the person who wrote this poem was our friend and our brother.

Faced with this scene, Sun Yiwen couldn't say a word.