New Story of Lv Bu

As soon as everyone Cai's voice fell, a vigorous and clear voice rang again. "It's neither a donkey nor a horse, like fog and electricity. The horns turn into a dragon, and the game is in the dust!" It turned out to be Ling Hao! when! The burning incense was exhausted, the copper coin fell, and hit the porcelain vase with a crisp sound, which meant that there were only two people in the game.

"Good poem!" Cai Wenji blurted out! Lu An's seven unique poems are graceful and luxurious, magnificent and magnificent, with excellent allusions and transitions, and are a typical eulogizing work. Ling Hao's five words are agile and lively, more like a game in a boudoir, full of aura and vitality. Wen Ji is talented, she has seen a lot of poems and books in her belly, and those magnificent and elegant masterpieces. In contrast, she prefers fresh and lively works. "Lingchao's five words are lively, fresh and unusual, and should be ranked first!"

"No! No!" Cai Yong shook his head. "Lingqi's five-characters have a slightly smaller structure. Scholars should think of the family, the country and the world, but they have the ambition. Lu An's seven-characters are grand and magnificent, and they speak of Bo Yi Shuqi. As long as it conforms to the "Four Books and Five Classics", it should be listed first!"

Wen Ji smiled slightly and pushed back. "Dare to ask whether "Guanju" has the idea of ​​a family, a country, and the world? Does "The Book of Songs" have the ambition to make progress? According to everyone in Cai, "The Analects" is full of domestic slang, "The Book of Songs" is all rustic That's it? Why do we have to set up a Doctor of the Five Classics? Let's just leave one "Spring and Autumn" Doctor!

Wen Ji’s words made everyone speechless. Wen Ji has always been quick, wise and quick, so she gave her words. Every time she argued with her daughter, Cai Yong always lost and fled. This time, , It just reappeared yesterday. boom! Everyone present suddenly burst into laughter, and there was no disrespect in it. With the knowledge of everyone, Cai can't even argue with her 16-year-old daughter! It must be a good story in the literary world to spread it out!

"The angels set up three tests, and the Lu family's sister and brother both won the first prize! The most powerful and prestigious Cai, father and daughter always lose money!" Jia Xu laughed, and opened his mouth to chant a poem. "The angels are here. There is no need for Cai and Wenji to argue. I think they will be ranked first! In any case, the sister and brother won the championship while the father and daughter argued. Today's meeting is already a big Chinese literary world. It’s a good story!" "This is very kind! Praise!" Yuan Shao and everyone in the room laughed.

The corners of Yan Yan's eyes are full of smiles. Today, Linghao and Lu An both won the first prize, giving her a huge face! The Yan family was born in merchants. Although it was a wealthy family, in the eyes of the Qingliu scholars of the great Han, it was still inferior. Nowadays, the well-known fathers and daughters of the Cai family have actually argued in court for Ling Hao and Lu An's sister and brother, Ling Hao and Lu An will surely become famous in one fell swoop! Be sure to thank everyone Cai, father and daughter! Yan Yan secretly made up his mind.

"It's so good!" Cai Yong was also happy, haha! Yuan Feng, Yuan Wei, let you two take a good look at the disciples I taught! Lingqi and Lu An are tied for first place, and they are indeed worthy of their names. Besides, the purpose of this competition is just for the Yuan family of Runan to explore the Jinliang of Bingzhou. There is no need to compete for rankings. Wouldn't it be better for the sisters and brothers to be tied for the first place?

So, amid the admiration of everyone present, the siblings got the colorful inkstone from that side. Linghao thanked Yuan Shao generously, and turned around and quietly said to Lu An, "Lu An, let's keep working hard and try to welcome the jade carving incense burner and give it to Sister Wen Ji as a dowry. What do you think?" Sister's words, no problem!" Lu An said confidently.

"The subject of the third test is very difficult, even in the capital of Luoyang, such a subject is also extremely difficult." Yuan Shao was very energetic on the surface, but he was quite touched in his heart. Compared with the capital of Luoyang, Bingzhou's poetry and poetry is not a little bit worse, but a few streets! However, the performance of Ling Hao and Lu An was brilliant and dazzling. It seems that there are successors to the Great Sima Lubu, and the second generation of the state army has already risen.

"This time the title is an ancient style, four characters, five characters, and seven characters. It is the meaning of conquering the battlefield. The rhyme of the word is peaceful. It is a stick of incense in a limited time. Those who can make a chapter are considered qualified. Let's start!" Knock on the porcelain bottle, the incense reignites, and the timing begins. The difficulty of this topic lies in the understanding of the topic. How can a group of dolls understand the cruelty of fighting on the battlefield?

As for the rhyme of Anzi, it is already a very wide rhyme. As for the four-character, five-character, and seven-character restriction, with good intentions, these are not problems. With this topic, Yuan Shao wanted to try the second generation of state officials' understanding of battlefields and wars. He did not expect that Ling Hao and Lu An had just won a battle, and Lu Zheng was a war madman!

The incense has just burned one-third, and one person threw a pen, and it turned out to be Lu Zheng! Lu Zheng has always been good at general strategy and martial arts, and has never shown his head in literature. As soon as he stood up, everyone immediately became excited! Could it be that the second son of Lu, who is known as the little overlord, has changed his temper and abandoned his martial arts to become a scholar? Stop it! First listen to his poems.

"The enemy is rushing to attack the city, and the three armies are afraid. The strong man is strangled to death, and the city head is hanging by iron rope! Baiqi stepped on the company camp, and the general came out of Chang'an. A hundred battles cut Loulan, and the triumphant song is returned!" Lu Zhengyin has finished his poem, respectfully. Respectfully arched his hand upwards and continued to sit in awe! "Good poem! Baiqi stepping company camp, the general is out of Chang'an! Given time, Lu Zheng must be Huo Peiyao!" Zhang Huan and Zhang Ranming said loudly.

As a commander-in-chief who has experienced hundreds of battles, Lao Zhang Huan was rather indifferent to poems. But the Qingliu Confucian scholars of the big Han are just good at this. His old man can't do it right with the scholars in the world, right. When Lu Zheng said seven words, Lao Zhang Huan suddenly felt gloomy in his heart, and he let out a sigh of relief! What Bo Yi Shu Qi, why not eat Zhou Su? The acid text and rotten words are not as powerful as this poem of seven words!

"Good poetry! There is a sign of defending the dangerous city alone, and a hundred battles to calm the chaos!" Everyone in Cai has always believed that the quality of poetry is character, and it is unexpected that Lu Zheng's poems are so powerful and powerful. "This poem is like a spear and spear, brutal and severe! It also means to commit danger and perseverance. In this life, Lu Zheng is afraid that he is going to expedition to a foreign land.

"I have it too!" Ling Hao also threw a pen, she got off her seat and chanted as she walked. "Winter goes, spring comes, and autumn is full of gardens, millions of smoke and dust will enter Chang'an! The generals will destroy the heroes, reorganize the mountains and rivers and turn to the sky!" It's rare to come out!" It was Yuan Shao who spoke.

If Lu Zheng's poem made him excited, Ling Hao's poem made him impressed. Where can a woman chant this poem? Da Sima Lu Buyin is about the same! From this point of view, Lu Zheng must be a first-rate figure in Huo Qubing in the future, and Lu Linghua will surely control the sky with his own hands and set the mountains and rivers at the end, just like the Hou of Huaiyin.

"I have it too!" Lu An threw his pen up, left his seat, and took a step forward. "Blood, rain, and wind are endless." The beginning of this sentence is extremely unusual, quite a bit of stormy meaning. Lu An settled down and took another step forward. "Gonggong can't touch Zhoushan with anger!" This sentence is like a galloping horse, and it is integrated with the previous sentence, explaining the reason and beginning.

In the eyes of everyone's expectation, Lu An took another big step forward and uttered the last sentence. "I wish to control the sky with my own hand and wipe out the smoke and dust of the common people!" Dang! There was only a crisp sound, the copper coin fell into the porcelain bottle, and the time was up! But everyone seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to be immersed in the artistic conception transformed by this poem.

It seems that the reserve has been set! Jia Xu sighed secretly in his heart, holding the sky with only his hand, sweeping away the heroes, just for the people to live and work in peace and contentment, what more do you have to say? Omen of a generation of Mingjun! From this point of view, Lord Lu's ambitions are far-reaching, and it is definitely not something that a single state can accommodate.

Lu Bu's heart is also moving in all sorts of thoughts. Needless to say, Lu Zheng is to imitate Huo Piyao's destiny in a foreign land and succeed in all battles. Lingqi deleted the barbarian chaos, reorganized the mountains and rivers, and returned to the old master. He had already noticed this. But Lu An's poem contains too many omens, and it is really hard to comment for a while.

The **** wind and the anger of Gonggong are all catastrophes, and it cannot end unless the blood flow is floating. Controlling the sky with only one hand is meant to calm the civil strife, but fortunately, the final result is still good. Go! Go! Go! Damn it, as long as I have these three sons and daughters promising, better than his father!

At this moment, Lu Lingqi came out of Lu Bu's arms and said loudly with her arms akimbo. "Hmph! Isn't it just a walking poem? I will too!" "Oh?" Everyone in Cai was very happy. "Lingqi, try it! If you chant well, what do you think of Uncle Cai writing a picture for you?"

Tsai's handwriting is invaluable in this dynasty, and it has always been met but not sought. Everyone suddenly opened their eyes, and they were very envious. "No, five! Each one should not be less than five crosses!" Lu Lingqi shook her head like a rattle, stretched out five white and tender fingers, and bargained with Cai. "Three pictures!" Everyone Cai shook his head and stretched out three fingers. "Deal!" Lu Lingqi happily responded. broken! I have been fooled by this little girl again, it seems that the poems are fake, and the handwriting that deceives the old man is true! Stop it! Let's listen to her poems first.

Lv Lingqi walked three steps forward, standing still and chanting: "In the wilderness temple, sit alone in front of a solitary lamp. The night is as cold as water, drawing a sword to sing "The Gale"!" Cai everyone was taken aback, and his jaw was about to fall out! This poem is also like a talented woman! So far, the feast has reached its climax. After a fierce debate, Lu An was named first in the third game.

When Lingqi brought Lv An, Lv Zheng, and Lv Lingqi to Cai Wenji's colorful inkstone and jade incense burner, Wenji burst into tears with happiness. All the people present were full of emotion. Today's feast, the old Lu family stands out! Look at the laughter, a very harmonious family. Lu Bu stood up and said loudly: "I will drum a song "Mountain Flowing Water" to thank the original song!" "One song is too few, how about three songs? I'll dance the sword!" Yuan Shao laughed. "It's so good!"

Ding Dong’s music rang, and the feast came to a climax??????