When I just got divorced, I was overheard

Chapter 284
To be honest, Li Xiuzhu is not very interested in winning the top three for this poem.

With a cheating device on your body, what else can you do besides pretending to be coercive?As long as you work hard, you will become the focus of the audience.

How boring is it to win every time?It's good to let the children...

Well... the old kids are happy and happy.

"Husband, don't you want to compose a song?"

Li Xiuzhu shook his head, and said: "One more than me is not too much, and one less than me is not too much, and now that there are so many grown-ups around, we must give everyone a chance to perform. If No.1 is directly appointed, then who will work hard? "

Li Xiuzhu's voice was not loud, but it was not low either. Many people heard it during the quiet moment of composing poetry.

Suddenly, some people frowned in displeasure, while others looked pleasant.

Those who frown are all powerful, and feel that Li Xiuzhu is too arrogant, and he doesn't take them seriously.

The amiable nature is mostly self-aware.

Li Xiuzhu didn't care what others thought, anyway, he was used to doing things in his own way.

Li Liuli curled her lips when she heard Li Xiuzhu's words and was not very interested.

She was the kind who wished her husband would kill all directions and crush others fiercely, so she was a little unhappy when she heard Li Xiuzhu say that.

Time flies, and the time for a stick of incense has passed, Wang Defa stepped forward and sang: "The stick of incense has arrived, seal the pen."

Li Kuo paused for a moment, and after seeing that everyone had put down their pens, he opened his mouth and said: "I think all of you Aiqings have produced excellent works, but after all, it doesn't take long to burn incense, and it's normal for some Aiqings to not finish. "

"In this way, everyone who has not finished will press the paperweight horizontally on the paper, read the completed ones in turn, and everyone will comment after reading."

"Among the hundred officials, the prime minister is the largest and the head of the civil servants, so why not start with Xiangguo."

Fu Wenhan was not too surprised when he heard the words, and he basically took the lead in previous years.So, he calmly responded, and said: "The old minister will be disrespectful."

"Last year at the beginning of the new year, today's old tour is repeated.

Life is a hundred years old, and there are many things in the world.

The white-haired face looks old, and Qingshan alone is worried about it.

The bright moon is clear and the wind is self-sufficient, and the floating clouds and flowing water are like waves.

Three points of spring is gone, and half of the plum blossoms are still on the slope. "

After Fu Wenhan finished reading, he sat down. This poem is his perception and portrayal. It seems to be about scenery, but it is about life.

The main talk is that time has changed, everything is impermanent, but the mountains and rivers remain the same.

"Okay, the prime minister's poem really describes the experience of old guys like us."

"Compared with the prime minister, my poems are really inferior."

"The old prime minister deserves to be the head of civil servants."

"..."

...? ? ?
Fu Wenhan looked at these officials and frowned: How fat?No one really thinks I'm old, right?I'm only in my 40s, and I haven't reached the age to know my destiny.

I can beat you for at least ten years!

Silently write down those who call him old, Fu Wenhan has been upright all his life, he wants to wear shoes for others.

Li Kuo also smiled, and concluded: "The old prime minister's poems are not bad, but whether it is the best depends on the ministers."

"Sun Aiqing, it's your turn."

Well, you can't wear small shoes, so just pretend you didn't hear it.

Sun Jingyang stood up when he heard the words, and said: "I am not as good as old Fu, so I just wrote the first five-character quatrains for everyone to listen to."

"Firecrackers scare the wax, and the pepper flowers celebrate the year. The east wind blows the willow belt, and the emperor's residence comes first."

"Okay, although Master Sun's poem is short, it is closely related to today's New Year's Eve celebration."

"Master Sun's poems are realistic, and the rhymes are extremely beautiful. I am old."

"..."

Li Kuo also nodded.

"The title of Sun Aiqing's poem is not bad."

"It's Song Aiqing's turn to you. I can't see the paperweight in the back. All Aiqings, take the initiative."

When Li Kuo's words fell, everyone responded one after another.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"..."

Song Lian stood up.

"I'm preparing four rows, show off."

"I have New Year's Eve, at Mount Penan.

The spring breeze blows the clothes, and the sun and the moon return them.

Life is a hundred years old, and you pass the test like a horse.

What is joy, but wine and face.

Today, on the eve of the Yuan Dynasty, the lights are dimmed.

Tomorrow is the festival, and the entertainment is not broken. "

Song Lian's poems have a strong charm, and when they are read, they make people feel festive and joyful. It is better to say that they are showing off than showing off.

Coupled with Song Lian's status, this compliment is probably indispensable.

Sure enough, after Song Lian finished reading his poems, everyone complimented him again.

"Sir Song's poems rhyme, and the poems are joyful, which suits the beauty of such a festive season."

"Haha, Mr. Li has finished what I want to say. Mr. Song's four-character rhythm is also excellent."

"..."

These people are all civil servants, who is not proficient in poetry and songs?
Other than them the others were not bad either.

For example, Master Wang's "Da Si".

"The spring breeze blows green all over the sky, and the New Year changes things. Sitting alone in a small window is lonely, and plum blossoms fall under a curtain of rain."

"Fleeing Years" by Master Han.

"Going to the horse has already neighed the dust, and returning to the saddle is even more spring. Who is the peach and plum tree in the hometown today?"

Master Wei's "New Year".

"Happy New Year this year, people have a lot of fun. The old man holds out his stick, and the children pay homage to Tingke."

Although the others are almost meaningless, those who can be civil servants are not bad.

It's just that the generals have a little time.

There is no way, there are not many educated Confucian generals, and many military generals do not know a few big characters.

But most of them didn't show their ugly face on stage, but Mr. Wu An's poem is very good, not only about the New Year, but also related to the battlefield.

"At the end of the year, the end of the world thinks sadly, and at the beginning of the year, Haiguo is depressed.

Where is the wind and dust, and the frost and snow are ruining the temples and want to wither.

Wanli Guanhe returns to Mengyuan, and the five-watch bell and drum brigade is ecstatic.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was half-spring again, and the plum blossoms were still falling all over the ground. "

As soon as this incident happened, the atmosphere became a bit dull. Although everyone knew that the people on the battlefield had a hard time, but you really felt a little angry at them when you took it out at this time.

Such a festive season, such a good time...

The civil servants who are used to An Yi felt that Lord Wu An Bai Zhan was a little ignorant.

Seeing the silence in the scene, Wu Anjun Baizhan raised the corners of his mouth and put on a mocking smile.

Just as Li Kuo wanted to say something to warm up the scene, Li Xiuzhu spoke up.

"Mr. Wu An deserves to be called a Confucian general. This poem really describes the lives of those soldiers and generals who fought for the country."

"They have struggled all their lives for the common people and for the Great Zhou. I, Li Xiuzhu, admire them."

"I respect Lord Wu An with this glass of wine."

Wu An Jun Bai Zhan was startled when he heard Li Xiuzhu's words, looked at Li Xiuzhu, and then suddenly smiled.

This little guy who has been on the battlefield is really different.

It's a pity that it's the people on the civil servant's side.

Bai Zhan raised his wine glass, volleyed away and touched Li Xiuzhu.

"The Duke is really interesting, you can come to my house if you have time, if you want."

Li Xiuzhu was startled, and understood the meaning of Lord Wu An's words, but he was not in the faction, and there was no difference between civil servants and military officials.

"Since Mr. Wu An invites me, I will pay a visit when I finish my work, but it will take about half a month."

(End of this chapter)