Guo Jia of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei was reborn at the beginning to recruit

Chapter 344: Harmony is the most precious thing

Author: The sadness that cannot be played away

It has to be said that Yang Xiu’s topic was just right, which made Zhao Linger, who had finally calmed down, feel troubled again.

Because the poem my brother just wrote contains both flowers and feelings.

She raised her head and saw Guo Yizheng looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Brother, why do you look at me like this?"

"What do you think?"

Guo Yi asked rhetorically.

Zhao Ling'er immediately understood, turned her head to avoid his gaze, and said softly: "Brother, do you want Ling'er to wait for you to write it?"

"Um."

Guo Yi nodded slightly.

Yang Xiu had already ordered people to bring pen and ink to each table, and Zhao Ling'er immediately started writing.

As for Guo Yi, he watched this scene with great interest and admired the girl's beautiful handwriting with great interest.

"No wonder they always say that you can judge people by their words. Ling'er's calligraphy is similar to your temperament. They are both as gentle as water."

Zhao Ling'er's little hands trembled slightly, and the ink suddenly ran out of paper.

"Brother, don't influence me."

"Okay, okay, you write."

Pang Tong, who was nearby, looked slightly sideways: "Is Marquis Changxin planning to ask Miss Zhao to answer the question on your behalf?"

Before Guo Yi could speak, Zhao Ling'er said: "My brother wrote a poem when I came here, I just wrote it for him."

As soon as I said it, I felt something was wrong. Didn't this reveal that my brother had given me the poem?

However, she did not explain. This kind of thing seemed to only become darker and darker, and the more she explained, the more unclear it became. It was better to let it go.

Pang Tong frowned slightly and said no more.

Guo Yi didn't bother to pay attention to him, but approached the girl and laughed softly: "Does this count as protecting the husband?"

Zhao Ling'er's little hands shook again and she broke a piece of paper again.

"Brother, if you continue to make trouble like this, Ling'er won't write for you anymore."

Trick or treat?

Guo Yi smiled coquettishly: "It's okay, just write."

Then he noticed Zhuge Liang doing nothing and asked curiously: "Isn't Kong Ming showing off his skills?"

The list of apprentices is a list of names for thousands of years, which clearly shows Zhuge Wolong's literary talent.

Zhuge Liang touched the feather fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Liang has only learned the art of war and strategy in these years, and governs the country. He is not good at romance."

This is too modest. If you can write an article like "Teacher's Model", his writing skills will not be bad.

Perhaps in the eyes of the demon Zhuge, if one cannot compare to the top level of Guan Zhongleyi, he cannot be called proficient. Of course, it may also be that he disdains to stand out in this kind of poetry society.

Not long after, all the disciples of the aristocratic families had completed the work and presented it to Yang Xiu.

In order to highlight fairness, impartiality and openness, he also specially invited several famous scholars to review the manuscript together.

Several people whispered among themselves and had read most of the manuscript.

At this moment, a middle-aged scholar suddenly lost his voice and said: "Everyone, please take a look."

When Yang Xiu and others took a closer look, their faces were shocked and they couldn't recover for a long time.

A long time passed.

Yang Xiu sighed: "After seeing this poem, all the poems and texts present are incomprehensible to my eyes."

Then he looked at the signature below, and saw a few beautiful small characters written on it.

"Written by Guo Yi and ghostwritten by Zhao Ling'er."

Yang Xiu was stunned, then smiled and said: "People say that a tiger father has no dog sons. When I saw him today, Guo's Qilin is indeed extraordinary."

Just one poem cannot determine Guo Yi's talent, but this poetic talent is indeed inherited from his father.

A great scholar stroked his beard and said with a smile: "He is as charming as his father."

In the front, there is Guo Fengxiao visiting the widow's house at night, and in the back, there is Guo Zilin walking with the beauty, using the beauty's head to express his love.

Yang Xiu shook his head helplessly: "He is ruthless but annoyed by ruthlessness. This Guo Zilin clearly regards the poetry meeting as a place where he can reveal his true feelings."

Afterwards, Yang Xiu slowly stood up with the poem manuscript in hand.

"Ling'er always feels a little disadvantaged."

Zhao Ling'er on the other side thought carefully afterward that this poem was destined to be a masterpiece that would be passed down through the ages. The fact that she helped her brother write it would probably be passed down for thousands of years along with this poem.

"Why?"

"Because, the world will think that Ling'er and his brother have a past, and there are various speculations about this."

Zhao Ling'er bravely said.

Guo Yi smiled. If he didn't know how to answer at this time, the lessons he learned in his previous life would have been in vain.

"Then let it become a story that everyone yearns for, and let future generations know that behind the poem, a boy and a girl make a life-and-death promise in front of flowers and under the moon."

"It turns out that the ancients thousands of years ago were so romantic."

Zhao Ling'er's face turned slightly red: "What does romance mean?"

"That is, uninhibited and poetic."

"Humph, my brother's previous poems had a purpose, unless you write another one."

There seems to be another meaning in the words, if you write another poem for me, I will marry you.

Although she knew that this kind of quatrain was difficult to copy, she still had expectations in her heart.

"It's easy to say, but writing poetry requires a specific environment. Is Ling'er willing to follow me to find such a romantic place?"

"For the sake of your brother's sincerity, Ling'er agrees to you for now."

While the two were whispering, Yang Xiu had already stood up.

"Everyone, the results of this poetry meeting have come out, and this is the poem in my hand. Seeing this poem, you guys, your trip tonight is well worth it."

Seeing that Yang Xiu admired him so much, everyone couldn't help but become curious.

A child from an aristocratic family laughed and said: "Brother Yang, don't be too pretentious. I'm just curious about what kind of masterpieces tonight's poetry meeting will produce."

The rest of the people also started to make noises and concealed Yang Xiu's deliberate betrayal.

Yang Xiu smiled, straightened his posture, and said slowly: "The flowers have faded to red, green, and apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world."

"There is a swing in the wall and a road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful lady inside the wall laughs. The laughter is not heard but gradually fades away, and the sentimental people are annoyed by the ruthlessness."

After he finished speaking, Pang Tong looked at Guo Yi: "Did you write this poem?"

As a person who is proficient in strategy, it is necessary to observe people's emotions and know the subtleties. He has long noticed the interaction between Guo Yi and Zhao Ling'er, and saw that this person has a winning chance.

Guo Yi asked curiously: "How did Brother Pang guess it?"

Pang Tong was silent for a moment: "I lost. When I see you in the future, I, Pang Shiyuan, will stay away."

I am willing to admit defeat. As soon as this poem came out, he knew that he had lost. If he could not afford to lose and continued to struggle, it would be embarrassing.

"Brother Shiyuan, there is no need to be like this. Shicai is just a joke. Besides, poetry is just to cultivate sentiments. The military strategies, strategies and statecraft you have learned are the skills that benefit the country and the people."

Guo Yi actually had no ill intentions towards Pang Tong, but felt guilty for taking advantage of him.

There is no way, if we don't create a villain, how can he have a chance to stand out?

Although Crouching Dragon and Phoenix were used as a joke by later generations, no one would question their abilities.

Pang Tong was a little surprised. He thought that this man would be unforgiving and continue to use this incident to humiliate him.

"As expected of Captain Guo's son, I lost again on the seventh level."

"The Marquis Changxin has extraordinary magnanimity, and Liang admires it." Even a man as proud as Zhuge Liang has to admit that this is a good poem.

But what he admired more was Guo Yi's mentality of advancing and retreating in a well-founded manner and valuing peace.

Although the Guo family is an aristocratic family, the Pang family is not a humble family either. If they really fight, both sides will lose.

"Do you really know how to write poetry?"