Rebirth of the Entertainment Grandmaster

inside the pavilion

Mr. Wen Wei has commented on several poems, all of which are excellent works. What he is reading now is Zhu Changzhi's poem.

"The flying snow brings the spring breeze, and Pei Hui circles the sky. You look like a flower, but you are in the east of Luoyang."

As soon as Mr. Wen Wei finished reading, everyone took a breath. Zhu Changzhi's poem is also a top-notch masterpiece, almost as good as Ming Xue's poem. Although there are not many words, it is short, concise and extremely exquisite.

Mr. Wen Wei raised his thumbs up and laughed loudly: "What a poem. Zhu Changzhi's poem can also be called a top masterpiece. Two top poems were written in one day. It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Each generation becomes more and more powerful."

ah!"

Mr. Wen Wei was very complimentary. Zhu Changzhi's poem looks very ordinary, but when you chew it carefully, it has a lot of flavor, almost reaching the state of returning to nature. The writing does not need to be too gorgeous, simplicity and plainness are the king.

The flying snow brings spring back, and Pei Hui wanders around the sky. A random word is simply a stroke of genius. Look at the next two sentences, Jun looks like a flower, but it is in the east of Luoyang. The flying snow is compared to a flower, which looks like a flower but is not a flower. It is simply

Excellent.

"Brother Zhu is so talented, I admire him so much," Wei Zixuan said, clasping hands first. Zhu Changzhi's poems were indeed better than his. The two of them were acquaintances, so naturally they had to praise him.

Hua An also said: "Brother Zhu has extraordinary literary talent, and I admire him very much. Brother Zhu, if you have time, you should teach me how to write poetry."

Hua An's poems have been reviewed and received good reviews. Although I feel a little disappointed, they are not bad. If Mr. Wen Wei said they are good, then they are excellent, at least better than those outside.

Taking a look outside, Hua An quickly felt comfortable. It was an honor to be able to come in here, but it was not comparable to those ordinary talents outside. It meant that he was already qualified to join the ranks of young talents and be on par with the people outside.

Compared, absolutely one is in the sky and one is on the earth.

Hua An is quite satisfied.

Wei Zixuan and Hua An complimented Zhu Changzhi one after another, and several other young talents immediately clasped their hands and praised him. Everyone was carrying the sedan chair, not to mention that his poem was indeed an excellent masterpiece. There was no reason not to praise them.

Voice.

Zhu Changzhi is also very proud. Among the eight talented people here, Mr. Wen Wei read seven poems, and only two top-notch poems by him and Ming Xue came out. This is a great honor. You must know that almost all eight people here are from Yunzhou.

A very famous young poet, being able to come out on top and get a good ranking is equivalent to being labeled as the number one young talent in Yunzhou.

Zhu Changzhi's heart blossomed with joy.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen Wei, you all have received the prize," Zhu Changzhi said, clasping his hands, his heart pounding and extremely excited, but his face was serious and gentle, and the demeanor of a great talent must still be maintained.

Seven people have read poems, and after complimenting each other, everyone turned their eyes to Mr. Wen Wei. There is still one last poem to be published. I don’t know whether it is an ordinary masterpiece or a top-notch masterpiece.

Am looking forward to.

The last poem was written by another woman. The three characters Li Xiangjun were written on the paper, which seemed to be her real name. Mr. Wen Wei looked at her and smiled before starting to read her poem.

"The snow is falling, the wind is blowing, where can Yulang drink so much? When he is drunk, he wants to indulge in romance, and he sleeps with the mandarin ducks under the fragrant curtains. In the spring and autumn nights, I miss you so much, and I am worried about seeing the embroidered screen and the lonely pillow. How can a young man lose his original intention? Tears drop

Gold-studded doublets."

Li Xiangjun also wrote a poem. As soon as Mr. Wen Wei read it out, everyone shouted "Hello" again. Although this poem is not as good as Ming Xue's poem, it is also an extremely rare masterpiece, but the words are full of resentment.

The lyrics made everyone want to laugh inexplicably. What kind of "romantic" thing is a good-natured woman doing? Could it be that she misses a man?

Li Xiangjun's name and literary talent are indeed extraordinary, but his appearance is not that satisfactory. Wei Zixuan, all the men in Hua'an couldn't help turning their heads and sneered. This Li Xiangjun is really a weirdo.

One duck is missing, it seems that she is really in love with spring.

Mr. Wen Wei tried his best not to laugh, and said: "Girl, this word is very good, not bad, not bad." It's hard to comment on it, it is almost becoming a 'silver' word.

Li Xiangjun was a little embarrassed, but her expression didn't change much. If they wanted to laugh, they could just laugh and express her true feelings.

Ming Xue should be familiar with her, so she said at this time: "Why should a young man lose his original intention? The tears are dripping with gold, and Sister Xiangjun has done a good job. Men really don't have any good things."

I’m so angry for Li Xiangjun.

When Ming Xue said these words, all the men were speechless. Look at the blow, which knocked over a whole boat of people.

Mr. Wen Wei coughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Well, Miss Li Xiangjun's lyrics are very good." The men Ming Xue mentioned seemed to include him.

As soon as Mr. Wen Wei spoke, Ming Xue felt a little embarrassed. Mr. Wen Wei was also a man and seemed to have scolded him.

"Mr. Wen Wei, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking... about them." Ming Xue apologized quickly, breaking into a cold sweat.

Mr. Wen Wei waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I have been young for a long time." After saying this, he laughed. This Mingxue is really outspoken.

After all the poems of the eight people there had been reviewed, Mr. Wen Wei asked others to copy them. The eight poems were all rare masterpieces, and almost all of them could be published in Chinese literature. Mr. Wen Wei felt a little emotional, this Yunzhou is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

The poems outside were already placed on the table. Mr. Wen Wei sighed for a while and then began to read them. There were nearly a hundred copies in total. He must not be able to read them by himself, so he divided them into nine parts, and eight young talents also

Help with identification.

There are talented people outside who are poets and lyricists. Everyone has selected some good poems and then handed them over to Mr. Wen Wei, who is the chief judge. They can only be regarded as deputies in the preliminary review.

Zhu Changzhi picked out the more excellent poems in his hand, and then suddenly asked: "Do you have any poems by a talented man named Ye Tang?" Zhu Changzhi has not forgotten that.

"Ye Tang? No."

"I don't have one here either,"

"No,"

Although Zhu Changzhi's question was rather strange, everyone still turned over the papers in their hands, and none of them saw the signature of 'Ye Tang', so they all shook their heads. Wei Zixuan and Hua An also shook their heads, they had the same thing on their hands.

I haven't seen any of his poems.

Mr. Wen Wei was a little surprised and asked, "Who is this Ye Tang?" He also looked at the dozen or so papers in his hand, but there was no such person.

As soon as Mr. Wen Wei asked this question, Wei Zixuan was stunned. It seemed that he had gone too far. He should have informed Mr. Wen Wei that Ye Tang was here. After all, he was the teacher's disciple, and Mr. Wen Wei seemed to know it too.

He exists.

Wei Zixuan had a cold sweat on his forehead. He was really angry at Ye Tang's image at that time, and he didn't want him to come in. This Zhu Changzhi is such an idiot. Can you please stop mentioning Ye Tang's name here?

After controlling his anxiety, Wei Zixuan hurriedly said: "Brother Zhu, who is Ye Tang you are talking about? My teacher's new disciple is also named Ye Tang. Could it be that he is here too?" He started to pretend to be stupid.

Zhu Changzhi opened his mouth, and now he realized something was wrong, and quickly echoed: "I don't know, but he is outside, can you see?" Zhu Changzhi pointed outside. Fortunately, they had been there before.

No one paid attention to the three people talking, otherwise it would be difficult for the circle to come back now.

Of course Wei Zixuan knew where Ye Tang was sitting. He pretended to stand up and took a closer look several times, and then said: "It is indeed him. Oh, Brother Zhu, why didn't you tell me earlier? That's my junior brother."

." Wei Zixuan feigned anger.

Zhu Changzhi said with a bitter face: "Brother Wei, how did I know that he is your junior brother, please forgive me."

The two sang in harmony, Hua An grinned when he heard it, Brother Zhu and Brother Wei, these two are so hypocritical!

Wei Zixuan and Zhu Changzhi sang the double recital very well, at least no one could tell anything was wrong. Mr. Wen Wei said: "Xinping, are you saying that the young disciple your teacher accepted is also here?"

I mentioned him before the poetry meeting started, but I didn't expect him to be here. Mr. Wen Wei felt a little surprised. This must be too much of a coincidence.

Wei Zixuan cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Mr. Wen Wei, I'm sorry, I didn't notice that he was here earlier. It was the junior's fault." He pretended to be very apologetic.

Mr. Wen Wei smiled: "It doesn't matter, you just didn't notice it. Okay, Xinping, don't take it too seriously, just call him over." Mr. Wen Wei comforted him, and then called a waitress behind him to go out.

Call people in.

Mr. Shui Qing's disciple, there is no reason for him to stay outside.

The identity of 'Third Brother' was revealed again. Unexpectedly, the result was still like this. Ye Tang's egg almost broke into two halves. Seeing Lin Yuetong pouting and turning his face to the side, Ye Tang almost died of anger.

, If you don’t believe it, don’t believe it. I’m too lazy to pay attention to you.

They all play with their heads, right? Brother can do it too.

Ye Tang also turned his head aside. Let's go and kiss the little fairy.

"Mr. Ye Tang, Mr. Wen Wei, please come in,"

When Ye Tang was about to peel another orange and share it with the little fairy baby, suddenly a woman dressed in ancient costume walked up to him and said that Mr. Wen Wei invited him in.

"Why did you ask me to come in?" Recognizing this woman as one of the four women standing in the pavilion, Ye Tang immediately looked over. Mr. Wen Wei shouldn't know him, right?

Could it be Wei Zixuan who said that?

Ye Tang was a little surprised. Wei Zixuan had recognized him a long time ago, so he should have told him early in the morning. It was almost halfway through the poetry meeting. Well, he probably forgot.

Ye Tang chose to think good things about Wei Zixuan.

In fact, it didn't matter to Ye Tang whether he could get in or not. They were just a bunch of pretentious talented men and women, so I didn't bother to pay attention to them.

And there are not only little fairies here, but also five beauties. It’s so nice to stay here, and I feel so good just smelling the fragrance.

Looking over, he saw Mr. Wen Wei waving from inside. Ye Tang couldn't bear to disobey him. After all, he was an elder, and he still had to be polite.

"Classmate Tongmu, take good care of my little wife." Ye Tang whispered in Lin Yuetong's ear, and then left with a smile.

Ye Tang left, but Lin Yuetong was stunned for a moment. He...how did he know that she was from the same tree?

(ps; Sanjiang was slapped in the face again and burst into tears. Thank you Infiniti for the reward and evaluation)