Chapter 414 still has to steal the show.

The old man asked who would start first, and the scholars and literati in the west seemed hesitant, after all, the first person to come to power always had to bear more pressure than others in this kind of thing.

After such a look, there was no intention to get up and give a speech.

So at this time, the old man in the middle said, "Who will come first?" ”

If no one has been on the stage, this game will inevitably lack some meaning, so when the old man said it again, a scholar-like person got up and came to the middle of the circle, looked at everyone and saluted, and said: "If you don't have a talent, you will throw bricks and lead the jade first!" ”

With that, the man wrote a poem on the round table. When the scholar had finished writing, he threw away his pen and looked unusually chic, and then he bowed his hand to the crowd, and then walked back to his original seat.

After the man returned to his seat, the scholar next to him asked Brother Liu what words he had done, what the name of the word plate was, and so on, but the scholar did not answer at all, but just said that he would listen to it.

The old man looked at it carefully, and then shouted a good word, and then chanted the word to everyone, as soon as the word came out, those scholars and scholars naturally knew how good or bad it was, and when they thought like this, they naturally had to compare it with what they had written.

After the man in front of him wrote a word, all the scholars and scholars in the west were eager to try.

After such a comparison, a few good words were also produced, and the old man in the center of the circle took these good words and immediately asked the talented girl of the Qinglou who was already waiting on the side to compose the music, and then sang it.

This word originally evolved from the song sung, so as long as the name of the word plate did not change much, it did not take much time to compose the music, so those talented women also began to get busy.

And when those talented women were composing music for the good words just now, the literati who were accepted for lyrics here were a little fluttering, and when the old man asked again if anyone still had lyrics, these literati shouted the most fiercely, as if except for a few of them, no one else could come up with good words.

Wen Meng sat beside Hua Lang, and when he saw them like this, he couldn't look at them, turned to look at Hua Lang and said, "You must be better than all of them in your first words." ”

Hua Lang smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm not as good as theirs!" ”

Wen Meng thought that Hua Lang was modest, so he thought about persuading Hua Lang again, and at this time, Lin Xian'er came to Hua Lang and said: "I heard that the playboy is proficient in lyrics, and in such a grand event today, I have to make a song to open the eyes of the literati in Duanzhou!" ”

Hua Lang looked up at Lin Xian'er, and for a while he didn't understand why this woman wanted to pick on herself, could it be that she blamed herself for exposing Song Shicheng's conspiracy and destroying her happiness, and today she came to find fault?

But if you think about it carefully, Hua Lang thinks it's wrong, in the eyes of outsiders, he must think that he has real talent and real learning, and letting a person with real talent and real learning compose lyrics is just to make him stand out, which is not a fault at all, so thinking about it, Hua Lang can't guess what Lin Xian'er's purpose is.

Since he couldn't guess it, Hua Lang naturally wouldn't agree to Lin Xian'er's request, so he hurriedly got up and said, "I am only a shallow learner, and I really don't dare to get an axe." ”

As soon as Hua Lang said this, those scholars and literati felt that Hua Lang looked down on them, and when they saw a beautiful woman like Lin Xian'er taking the initiative to find Hua Lang and ask him to write lyrics, their hearts were even more unpleasant, and they asked themselves if Hua Lang was not bad, why didn't there be a beauty to ask them for words?

If a beautiful woman asks them for words, their talents will be like springs.

It's just that now there is no beauty to ask them for words, and the beauty doesn't even mean to look at them, and the more this beauty is so cold to them, the more their hatred and disgust for Hua Lang will become.

For a while, they shouted one after another, asking Hua Lang to compose a lyric.

The cries grew louder and louder, mixed with whining out of disgust, as well as words of disdain and provocativeness.

These people's words can't make Hua Lang do anything, Hua Lang doesn't even take it to heart at all, but Hua Lang doesn't take it to heart, it doesn't mean that Wen Meng is not wrong, they don't take it to heart, they see these scholars so arrogant, they can't look at it, Wen Meng is even more angry and said: "What are you yelling, our Hua Lang won't do it if he doesn't do it, if he does, it will be amazing." ”

As soon as Wen Meng said this, this scene intensified even more, and it made this scene a little uncontrollable for a while, Lin Xian'er was still standing in front of Hua Lang, and said with a shallow smile: "The scholars of Duanzhou want to see the playboy's literary talent so much, it seems that it is not possible for the playboy not to show his hand today." ”

Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce saw the scene like this, and also felt that Hua Lang needed to make a poem out, after all, literati want to save face, and sometimes they are more impulsive than military generals, if they are not convinced, they will not give up, and the literati's mouth is very powerful, if Hua Lang does not dare to fight today, he may be belittled by others in the future!

In this case, Hanaro had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly, then strolled to the center of the circle, took the brush from the old man's hand, and dipped it in the inkstone full of ink, and waved it.

The old man watched from the sidelines, and when he saw Hua Lang's writing, he didn't think it was anything, after all, literati have a time when they were arrogant, but when he read what Hua Lang wrote, he couldn't help but sit on the chair next to him, as if he had suffered some major blow.

The scholars on the side were very surprised when they saw this, thinking that Hua Lang's writing was good or bad, why could he make the old man sit on the chair?

Seeing this, a few scholars who like to watch jokes quickly analyzed the reason, saying that it was because Hua Lang's writing was too poor, completely beyond imagination, and the old man stood for too long, so he was tired and sat down, and these scholars said this, which was in line with the minds of other scholars, so they shouted one after another, saying that it must be so.

Wen Meng heard those scholars shouting like this, she could see it there, she was going to teach those scholars a lesson, but at this time, Hua Lang had already thrown his pen back, and there was a faint smile, Wen Meng saw this, and it was not good to go to those scholars for trouble.

The scene was still lively, and the old man picked up the words written by Hua Lang and chanted:

Jing Tong double photo new makeup cold. Cold makeup new photo Shuang Kirii. Shame on the well. Sorrowful flower well is ashamed.

The shadow is lonely and the night is eternal. Eternal Night Mercy Lonely Shadow. Upstairs is not suitable for autumn. Autumn should not go upstairs.

After reading this, the entire maple leaf forest suddenly became quiet, only the sound of the wind.