Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 279
Chen Yu finished reading the 24 landscape poems in one breath, then smiled and said to Zhang Zhe at the bottom of the courtyard: "Give Brother Zhang half an hour, I don't know if it's enough? A certain person only took less than half an hour just now, so I'll give you half an hour." Made this poem! Of course, you can also write it over time, there is nothing wrong with it.”

The condescending position and tone caused waves of dissatisfaction.

"How dare he say it in half an hour? If he can really write such a poem in half an hour, please goug out some eyes!"

The entire commercial building was immediately filled with discussions, and while the discussion was rising, Chen Yu sneered and looked at Zhang Xinzhi below, not afraid at all.

This is the strength of Qi Maogong's plan. Among the six of them, only Chen Yu can do such a thing to stimulate Zhang Xinzhi and Zheng Ren, and no one else can.

Zhang Xinzhi only looked up at Chen Yu, then looked away.

I want labor and management to look up at you, and I want to be beautiful.

He originally planned to respond to the other party after he came to the opposite side of the sixth floor.But just after Chen Yu read the title of the poem aloud, Zhang Zhe showed a strange look on his face, as if he couldn't help but want to laugh.

After returning home yesterday, Zhang Zhe made a lot of preparations, among which was a long landscape poem.

In fact, in Zhang Zhe's plan, he was also preparing to compete against poetry in the first round.Because the poems he memorized were too long, he secretly memorized them again before going out. He was afraid that he would remember them wrong after a long time, so he planned to preemptively strike like Chen Yu now.

But it's so hard to die, this Chen Yu is actually one step ahead of him in creating landscape poems, which are also long poems!
Zhang Zhe couldn't suppress his smile, and thought to himself: Could it be that this person didn't read the almanac when he went out today?
The figure stopped at the center of the bottom of the courtyard, and Zhang Zhe's actions aroused everyone's suspicion.

Many people are thinking: Could it be that this poem is too difficult, and Zhang Xinzhi feels stage fright and wants to leave?

"Hahahahaha," Zhang Zhe smiled happily, and kept shaking his head, "Half an hour?"

Sure enough, Zhang Xinzhi thought the time was too short!
Everyone thought so, even Jiang Shangyang next to Zhang Zhe.

"Ben Hou Ye said, allow you to time out!" Chen Yu coldly threw a copper wine glass from the sixth floor, and hit it three meters in front of Zhang Zhe, jingling loudly, "Ben Hou rewards you with a glass, use it for a while , then punished him with a glass of wine. And remember, don’t get drunk on purpose, so give Ben Hou a drink escape.”

"Hahahahaha," Zhang Zhe was really laughing while clutching his stomach. How could he easily let go of such a good opportunity for slapping in the face? Come on, come on, let the uncle be more arrogant, and the slapping in the face will become more enjoyable after a while!

"You really wrote this poem within half an hour?"

Chen Yu seemed to have guessed that Zhang Zhe would ask this question, and he also laughed.

"Of course! Even if you ask Ben Hou a hundred times, it's the same! Ben Hou has always been so quick to compose poems. If you don't believe me, just go to Chen Guo and ask, who doesn't know who doesn't know?"

Under the angry eyes of Zheng people in the audience, Zhang Zhe suddenly changed his laughter into a chuckle: "Hehe, you Chen people seem to have misunderstood the definition of the word "shortcut."

"Zhang Xinzhi, don't get entangled in this matter anymore, and deal with it head-on, start writing poetry! Don't let someone look down on you."

"Just because you dare to look down on someone? I said that you Chen people have misunderstood the word shortcut, but I said that you Chen people even wrote a poem with twenty lines in half an hour and said it was shortcut? Half an hour Time, there is really enough time to waste."

Chen Yu didn't expect Zhang Xinzhi's mouth to be even crazier than himself.

He said angrily: "There is no hair on the mouth, and you can only talk big. But you just write poems. I want to see how fast you are. What kind of poems can you make?"

Zhang Zhe made a group bow to the surrounding upstairs: "Please count 36 for Zhe, let's see Zhang come and write a poem to compare with him."

"Good~!" Amidst the applause, there were also a lot of women's voices.

"one!"

"two!"

Zhang Zhe paced slowly under the patio with his hands behind his back, in an extremely leisurely state, as if he was thinking about a poem.

The people from the Six Kingdoms looked down at Zhang Zhe with puzzled expressions.

Qi Maogong was the most vigilant, and he immediately started to remind everyone.

"Everyone, reading this letter, I'm afraid he has an old work in his heart. Just question it at that time, and we must not let him really win this game!"

"35!"

"36!"

Zhang Zhe suddenly raised his head and stared at Chen Yu's eyes.

"The name of your work is "Autumn Mountain Wind and Snow Day", so a certain person should use a poem. The spring river faces the autumn mountains, the flowers and the moon face the wind and snow, and the night faces the day, so the poem is called "Spring River Flower and Moon Night."

As soon as Zhang Zhe said this, the people of the Six Kingdoms breathed a sigh of relief. It was not an old work, but this person was doing his own death. It was only 36 breaths. Can you think of a few smooth sentences?

"A single chapter covers the whole Tang", Zhang Zhe's mind is full of these words.

Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight on the Spring River" was called "the poem in the poem, the peak on the peak" by Wen Yiduo, and it is a banner of the natural and beautiful style of poetry from Qili and Liang Dynasty to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

When this poem comes out, gods and ghosts are easy to get rid of.

What is the battle against "Autumn Mountain Wind and Snow Day", one is in the sky and the other is in the earth. Mansion.From today onwards, Zhang Zhe just wanted to make people afraid to recite poems in front of him. Compared with the endless poems, it was really too annoying.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide." With Zhang Zhe's Lang Lang voice, the scene of a sea moon tide flooded into everyone's mind.

"The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight on the spring river."

"The river and the sky are all the same color without dust, and the bright moon is alone in the sky. Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people? Life is endless, and the river moon is only similar year after year. I don't know who the river moon treats, but I see the Yangtze river sending water When Zhang Zhe read it in faith, he also felt that his teeth were full of fragrance and poetic intoxicating, and he couldn't help but began to dance, a little dissolute.

But the audience was already intoxicated by the poetry, so no one cared about his behavior, and followed his ups and downs, immersed in the emptiness of the night moon.

"The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return by riding the moon, and the falling moon shakes the river full of trees."

After reading the last sentence, the lingering sound was faint, but everyone was intoxicated for a moment, and they all stood speechless.

Until the last lingering sound of Zhang Zhe dissipated, the sudden thunderous applause and applause almost exploded the roof of the courtyard.In the commercial building, except for some people from the Six Kingdoms who were struggling to restrain their hands from applauding, everyone was applauding crazily, their faces flushed, and their throats were almost broken.

Even the daughters in the box were excited to stop, patting their jade hands red.

On the eighth floor, the table was kicked over by the excited old man.

"Okay, good poetry! Hahahaha."

San Fu shook his head, and ordered his subordinates to prepare another table of food and wine.

Jiang Shangyang grabbed Zhang Zhe's arm and shook it vigorously, so excited that he couldn't speak.Zhang Zhe managed to break free, this kid is not weak!

The applause lasted for a hundred breaths, and just after a pause, someone shouted again: "You Chen people have misunderstood the word "quick"?"

Everyone laughed, even a little unscrupulously.

Chen Yu was shivering and was helped down. He was ashamed and angry and took a few steps when he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of red.

(End of this chapter)