One after another, people continued to send poems, and Yuerong read them one by one.

The people present are divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the poems written are naturally uneven, most of them are indiscriminate, and they are laughing and generous, but there are occasionally two masterpieces.

Whenever this kind of poem is encountered, Baifenglou will be subordinated, holding a wooden card to paste the poem on it, for everyone to watch and comment.

"Okay, it's all about whether it's okay or not today. At this time, Wang Mu also put down the pen in his hand, blew the ink that had not dried, smiled and handed the pen and paper back to the little girl's hand, and arched his hand to the little girl, "There is labor!"

The little guy smiled and nodded, then turned around and walked back to the high platform.

Yue Rong took Wang Muye's poem and glanced at it, and then laughed, "This poem is not bad." ”

Then he began to recite quietly.

"Rainy clouds cover the moon, and there are a few stars in the empty valley. ”

"The Linglou is an inch of land, and I will be affectionate today. ”

This poem is mediocre, it can be regarded as a good intention, but it is not superior, Yue Rong smiled slightly and looked at Wang Muye, "The slave family can see that the son has put his mind into it, but this poetry slave family can't stay." ”

Wang Mu also blushed, scratched his head, got up with a smile, and arched his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, it's a blessing for Wang to be able to get the girl to recite it, and today is ugly." ”

Yue Rong nodded, handed the poem in her hand to the little girl, and then picked up another one again and read it.

Wang Mu also sat back in his chair and glanced at Yi Huaqi and Wu Yuanshan, who were smiling and chanting, "What are you looking at me for?

Wu Yuanshan shook his head with a smile, "With Brother Yi here, I won't be ugly." ”

Then he looked at Yi Huaqi.

Yi Huaqi's face turned red, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I have a few words in my heart, but I haven't come up with a few words yet, and I don't know how to do it for a while, let me think about it." ”

Wu Yuanshan nodded and said with a smile, "It's okay to have time, Brother Yi don't be in a hurry." ”

Liu Hao, who was on the other side, sneered when he heard Wang Muye's poem, he was robbed of the limelight by Wu Yuanshan just now, and he didn't know where to spread an evil fire in his heart, so he immediately said to himself.

"Eh, what a broken poem, bullshit, this kind of thing is also taken out to show off. ”

Yi Huaqi's faces suddenly changed, and they all looked at Liu Hao's table.

Wang Mu's face was also flushed, if Yue Rong said so, it would be fine, but when Liu Hao, who was also a student and another academy, said this, his face couldn't hold back.

"You are talking nonsense, if my poem is not successful, you should make a poem and take it out. Wang Mu also pointed at Liu Hao and said.

"I have self-knowledge, I, Liu Hao, just don't have any ink on my chest, but I know how to write the word shame, I'm not like someone, those things in my stomach are crumpled and it's just the size of a fingernail. Liu Hao took a sip of tea happily and shook his head and sneered.

"You..." Wang Mu also got up suddenly, his face flushed and speechless

。

"I? What's wrong with me? What I'm saying is not the truth? I advise you to give up quickly, look at who is sitting next to me? This is Jiang Wenlai Jiang Dashao, the most literate person in our Saigon Academy, and the top spot today must be Jiang Dashao's. ”

Listening to Liu Hao's flattery, Jiang Wenlai nodded with a smile at Yi Huaqi and the others, and opened the folding fan with a bang, looking confident.

"Okay, then I'll see what kind of good poems you two can make!" Wang Mu also snorted and sat back.

Half an hour later, fewer and fewer people sent the poems, and it took a while for a new poem to come up.

The old bustard has long been standing impatiently on the side, although this thing is elegant, and it can also give Baifenglou a good reputation, but this thing does not make money.

After reciting the next poem, seeing that no new poems were being delivered, the old bustard hurriedly stepped forward, pointed to the dozen or so wooden signs standing on the side, and said, "Is there anything else?" If there is no old slave, let Miss Yuerong choose one of these poems as a favorite. ”

As soon as the people in the audience heard this, they knew that today's matter was over, and those who were not selected naturally shouted unwillingly, but those who were selected danced one by one.

"Okay, in that case, that's all for today..."

"Wait!"

Before the old bustard finished speaking, Jiang Wenlai closed the folding fan in his hand and said slowly.

The old bustard looked at the place where the voice came from, and saw that it was Jiang Wenlai, who was slightly stunned, and immediately laughed flatteringly, "It turned out to be the famous Jiang Gongzi, who should I be, could it be that Jiang Gongzi also has poems?"

"That's nature. Jiang Wenlai smiled slightly, and then said, "Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, Jiang didn't want to participate in this matter, but these poems on the stage are too unsightly, if these poems are circulated today, it will inevitably fall into the reputation of our Tired Spring City, then Jiang will reluctantly make it difficult to make a last one." ”

As soon as Jiang Wen came to say this, he immediately caused an uproar in the audience, his words suddenly said that the entire Baifenglou people were involved, and what else did these poems and essays unsightly, and the reputation of Ti Chun Cheng was lost, and it was obvious that these poems were garbage far inferior to him, and his tone was extremely arrogant.

"Hey, boy, be polite. ”

"It's so shameless, I thought my skin was thick enough, and your skin is about to catch up with the bricks of the city wall. ”

"Shameless guy, you can make a song if you have a kind. ”

The audience immediately shouted and cursed, all pointing the finger at Jiang Wenlai.

In the face of the scolding, Jiang Wen smiled in self-confidence, "Bring a pen!"

After a while, a small guy hurriedly ran over with pen and ink and handed it to Jiang Wenlai.

Jiang Wenlai lifted the pen and lightly touched the pen and ink, opened the folding fan in his hand again, wrote a few strokes on the paper smoothly, glanced at it, and threw the pen at will, "Take it, let them see." ”

Jiang Wenlai had actually thought about the moon as the theme a long time ago

's poem, but he has been holding back, and what he just said was also deliberate, what he wanted was what Qianfu pointed to, and then it was a blockbuster.

Of course, he is also a poem in the stands, if there is really a better one than his own, then he is thinking about something else, in short, he is determined to get this opportunity to be alone with Yuerong.

Yue Rong's face remained unchanged, she took the poems handed over, glanced at them, and then recited them gently.

The hook is small, and the fan chases the Han machine group.

The thin shadow will be round, and there will be a few places in the world.

As soon as this poem came out, there was no silence in the audience, and the people who were originally scolding suddenly stopped talking.

I have to say that Jiang Wenlai has done a very good job in this poem, and it is an extremely excellent work.

There is no word for a month in the whole poem, but every sentence hides the figure of the moon.

The hook is small, and the fan chases the Han machine group.

The meaning of this poem is that the thin moon gradually becomes round like a hook, and when the half circle is half missing, it is like a woven feather fan.

And the next sentence.

"The thin shadow will be round, and there will be a few places in the world. ”

It's the finishing touch.

It means that no matter whether the moon is missing or the moon is full, it is still hanging faintly in the sky, and there are a few people in the world who will look up.

The first two sentences are a metaphor for the beauty of the moon, and the last two sentences are full of desolation.

"Okay!" Liu Hao's eyes lit up, and when everyone was stunned, he was the first to jump out and applaud.

The people in the field came back to their senses, the scolding just now is not visible, they are not illiterate people, as soon as they hear it, they know that this poem is a superior work, and it is not impossible to circulate it for a hundred years in the future.

They had to swallow the words that they had already wanted to laugh at Jiang Wenlai back into their stomachs, but they didn't want to flatter anything, so they kept silent.

Jiang Wenlai shook the folding fan, enjoying the feeling of this moment, his heart was extremely happy, he swept Wu Yuanshan's table and smiled contemptuously, and then looked back at Yue Rong on the high platform.

Yue Rong nodded, handed the poem to the little maid and said, "Hang it up." ”

"Yes!" the little servant immediately took it, and then called the people who had been waiting for a long time, and pasted the poem for everyone to see.

Wu Yuanshan's face changed when he heard this poem, he also knew the extraordinaryness of this poem, seeing Jiang Wenlai's provocative gaze, Wu Yuanshan raised his eyebrows, and then smiled and retracted his gaze to look at Yi Huaqi, who was still frowning.

As soon as Jiang Wenlai's poem came out, the poems that the rest of the people were about to send also stopped, so as not to laugh at them.

Seeing that there was no one in the venue to send poems, Jiang Wenlai finally laughed aloud, "Hahaha, since there is no one, why don't you quickly decide whose poem is the first today." ”

When the old bustard heard this, he hurriedly smiled, "Okay, I see that as soon as Jiang Gongzi's poem comes out, everyone doesn't want to do it again, so today the top of our Baifeng Building is..."

"Slow!" At this moment, Wu Yuanshan suddenly waved his hand, laughed lightly, stopped the old bustard's words, and looked at Yi on the side

Hua Qi said, "This friend of mine also has poems to come up with. ”

The old bustard's voice was sluggish, I didn't expect that someone would take out the poem at this time, and when he saw that it was Wu Yuanshan speaking, the old bustard's eyes immediately lit up, after all, today he is the rich man of Baifenglou.

"Quick, send pen and paper to that son. The old bustard hurriedly urged the people around him, not daring to delay in the slightest.

Yi Huaqi looked at Wu Yuanshan with a smile, "Brother Wu, you are forcing me." ”

Wu Yuanshan pretended to shrug innocently.

"Hey..."Yi Huaqi sighed, then took the pen on the side and wrote with a whoosh.

He took a long time, as if he were writing some kind of long poem, and sometimes he paused as he wrote, and then thought for a moment before he started writing again.

Jiang Wenlai was still smiling, he was very confident in his poems, and he didn't believe that in such a short time, who else could come up with a better poem than his.

"Eh, boy, what are you doing, don't you know how to write for so long!" Liu Hao also sneered at this time.

(Note: The hook is small, and the fan chases the Han machine group.) The thin shadow will be round, and there will be a few places in the world. From the Tang Dynasty poet, Xue Tao, "Moon." ”）

(Yu Bodhi: This time I really put my heart into it, and it took me a full day to look up this poem, and I hope you can like it.) ）

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