Peerless Pirates

Seeing the poem he had "created" thrown under the table, this man knew that he had been seen through, and he quickly lowered his head with a red face.

They are all said to be talented people, but there are not so many talented people. Half of the incense sticks were burned, and only six or seven poems were left by Zhao Huan and Yu Huawen. Song Jue was responsible for the more serious topic of "Lake", leaving only

Just two songs.

At this time, a very strange thing happened in the audience: a fat-headed scholar was at the end of the group of scholars, banging his head and thinking hard. A lean guy with pointed ears and monkey cheeks came forward.

Go and say in a low voice: "Brother, I also composed a poem, please comment on it." The fat scholar shook his head and said: "Don't you see, I haven't finished it yet. How can I have time to do it for you?

Review?”

The thin man begged: "Brother, I haven't read many books, so I don't know whether my poems are good or not. How about this, if you give me some advice, I'll give you a tael of silver, how about it?"

"Hey, one tael of silver? Are you telling the truth?" The fat scholar became interested.

"Of course!" the thin man said as he took out a small silver ingot and waved it in front of the fat scholar, "As long as you leave a review, this tael of silver will be yours."

"Okay! Tell me quickly."

"Then listen, 'Spring comes and the willow branches are new on the banks of Wei River, and they lead me into the mortal world. I want to ride the east wind for three thousand miles, and go straight to the sky to catch the blue clouds.' Brother, what do you think?" The thin man finished reciting the poem and became nervous.

He looked at the fat scholar.

The fat scholar nodded pretendingly, "Yeah, it's not bad. By the way, what's the word 'pick' you mentioned?"

The thin man cursed secretly, you are so fucking stupid, you are worse than me, you are taking advantage of a fat guy like you. He hurriedly took out a piece of paper, took a look at it, put it in his arms, and then gestured towards the fat man.

When the fat man finally understood, someone next to him called the thin man: "Hey, Jia Junpeng, your mother is calling you to come home for dinner."

The thin man responded and hurriedly said to the fat scholar: "Brother, I'm in a hurry. I'll leave now and we'll talk about it another day." After saying that, he ran towards the gate of the liberal arts college. It seemed that he really wanted to go home for dinner.

When the fat scholar saw that the thin man had disappeared, he quickly looked around. Some of the scholars were thinking hard, and some were queuing up, but no one noticed him. He chuckled and began to squeeze towards the front desk.

While squeezing, he shouted, "I have a good poem, get out of the way and I will compose a good poem." Those who had not composed a poem quickly made way for him. And the few who were waiting in line to go on stage were squeezed by his big body.

Arrived to the side.

The student who was maintaining order at the reunion saw a mountain of meat coming towards him, and quickly asked him to line up. Unfortunately, the fat scholar's desire to show off was too strong, and he had already rushed to the entrance of the wooden staircase. Someone was coming down from above.

, the fat scholar rushed to the stage with all his strength. Those who maintained order did not dare to go up to the stage to pull him down, after all, Hu Zhizhou and Lu Shoubei were sitting on it.

Song Zheng, who personally directed this scene, almost laughed out loud in the audience. That thin man was not "Jia Junpeng", but Han Chuang, whom Song Zheng had punished at the beginning of school. Lu Hong looked at Han Chuang

Being smarter, he followed Song Zheng's instructions and gave him this glorious and arduous task of "delivering poems".

At this time, the fat scholar squeezed to the table out of breath, picked up the pen and started writing, with sweat dripping onto the paper. Yu Huawen, who was responsible for the question "Liu Tan", was quite kind-hearted, and looked at the fat man with a bit of a look on his face.

Unable to bear it: "Don't be in a hurry, write slowly."

The fat scholar hummed, and hurriedly wrote out this uncomplicated Qijue poem, and signed it with his name: Gao Daquan. Yu Huawen took the poem over and almost tore it up. The fat man's calligraphy is so called

One was too miserable to look at. Although the fat scholar was big, his handwriting was very small and crooked. Yu Huawen pressed the poem manuscript almost to his face before he could see what was written on it. Hey, this poem is well written!

I didn't expect this fat scholar to be so broad-minded. This poem clearly expresses the fat scholar's ambition to go out and start a career without being bound by the world. Well, among all the "Liu Tan" poems, this one feels the best!

Yu Huawen nodded to Gao Daquan, who was still standing in front of the table, and put the poem manuscript on the edge of the table. Gao Daquan was overjoyed and went down proudly.

At this time, there was still a quarter of the incense stick. After Yao Changqing had secretly admired Lu Qiang enough, he calmly came to Yu Huawen's table, bowed his hands and called "Yu Jiaoxi", which was very polite.

Yu Huawen nodded, pushed the rice paper on the table forward, and then picked up the pen and handed it to Yao Changqing. Yao Changqing quickly bowed and took the brush with his hand. Yu Huawen stroked his beard with satisfaction. This Yao Changqing is really respectful.

Teacher Zhongdao, you are worthy of being the president of the classmate association.

Yao Changqing stood still, took a long breath, calmed down, and then wrote two words "Liu Tan" with a brush. Yu Huawen nodded again, with both the richness of the face and the character of the willow body,

It is indeed a good word!

Next, Yao Changqing relaxed his arms and wrote the first line of the poem in a cool and unrestrained way: "The willow branches are new in Weishui when spring comes." Yu Huawen couldn't help but stop stroking his beard. This line of poetry looked familiar! Wasn't it just now?

Did the fat scholar Gao Daquan write it? The first sentence is the same, which is quite rare. But it’s not impossible. Let’s take a look.

Yao Changqing stole a glance at Yu Huawen, and saw that Yu Huawen was looking at his poem attentively, and suddenly felt confident. He wrote the remaining three sentences quickly, and finally signed his name with flying colors.

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Yao Changqing leaned the pen lightly on the inkstone, and blew the poem he wrote gently to make the ink dry as quickly as possible. Then he handed the poem manuscript to Yu Huawen with both hands with a smile on his face. At this time, Yu Huawen was completely stunned.

He was dumbfounded and looked at Yao Changqing in disbelief. Yao Changqing was even more proud in his heart. What a good poem. I am a person with great ambitions. My father, Zhao Huan, thought hard about this poem for more than ten days, and he added some opinions.

I finally finished it. If Lu Qiang knew that I could write such a poem, she wouldn’t look at me differently!

Yao Changqing glanced in the direction of Lu Qiang, and sure enough, he saw Lu Qiang looking this way. Yao Changqing felt like he had eaten honey: "Look, little girl, my poems shocked Yu Jiaoxi. Oh, in

It's not a problem to be stunned here. Yao Changqing couldn't help shouting: "Jiaoxi Yu, I've finished writing."

Yu Huawen came to his senses and took over the poem manuscript. Yao Changqing bowed again and returned to the place where he was standing with satisfaction. Yu Huawen here was still thinking about it. The two poems were exactly the same, which was rare in a thousand years!

Did Yao Changqing copy it? Yu Huawen couldn't help but look in the direction of Yao Changqing. Yao Changqing was far away from here, and it was impossible to see Liu Daquan's small print. Well, it must be a coincidence! Thinking of this, Yu Huawen put the poem manuscript away

Arrived at the table.

Yao Changqing was proud, but Song Zheng was in trouble. He didn't know what Lu Qiang whispered in Lu Hengshan's ear, so Lu Hengshan said a few words to Hu Tongxue. Hu Tongxue also told Yu Yuan next to him a few words.

Then he stood up and moved forward, shouting to Song Zheng: "Song Gong, come up!"

Mr. Song, who was waiting to see Yao Changqing's joke, was stunned. He just competed in poems. It had nothing to do with him! When Yu Yuan shouted, Song Zheng had no way to hide and had to go to the poetry stage. Hu Tongxue laughed and said: "Song Zheng

Zheng, since you are the son of a scholar from the Song Dynasty, your knowledge should be extraordinary, so why don’t you give it a try!"

Song Zheng was stunned. He was really unprepared. He caught a glimpse of Lu Qiang, who was smiling shyly, with a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him. He understood that it must be Lu Qiang's idea. Isn't this just trying to catch a duck? Oh, let's forget it.

Okay, let's deal with one song.

It would be fine if Song Zheng showed off, but when it came to composing poems, he really had no interest. So, he decided to copy a poem. Whose song was he copying? When Song Zheng saw his father, Song Jue, he stood closest.

He was too lazy to walk a few more steps, so he just copied a poem about lakes. He remembered that Zhu Xi had a very famous poem "Looking at Books and Feelings". On the surface, it was about lakes, but in fact, he used this song to write books! Da Qi Dynasty

I don’t know if there is Zhu Xi, but I haven’t heard of it anyway, so it’s probably safe to copy this song.

So Song Zheng walked to the table where Song Jue was sitting and quickly wrote this famous poem, "When the half-acre square pond is opened, the skylight, clouds and shadows linger together. I asked where the canal can be so clear? Because it has a source.

Come to me with living water." (Please give me flowers and collections)