Wraith upgrade path

Chapter 63 Pinch off this little white lotus (8)

The tone is quite sarcastic.

As a man, if you don't like this world, if you don't like the broken mountains and rivers, then join the army and fight to regain the lost land!What are you clamoring for here?
However, throughout the ages, when encountering wars, it is the literati who clamor the most. Faced with the overall situation, they are full of enthusiasm, insulting this and clamoring that, but it is not those people who are in dire straits that really take action?Isn't it those heroes who really have their family, country and world in their hearts?
That is what this poem expresses.

Jiang Muxue's words fell to the ground, and there was a dead silence in the audience.

"Even if we have different opinions, we can seek common ground while reserving differences. There is really no need to be so sarcastic."

In the silence, a low, soft voice floated out. Needless to say, no one present except Hai Lanzhu's little white lotus was capable of making such a voice.

Zhang Peng and the man who wrote the free poems blushed and were looking for something to say. When Hai Lanzhu reminded them, they immediately retorted, "That is to say, besides writing some melodramatic sounds and making some satirical poems, Miss Jiang , what else?"

Mu Feiyan was very angry when she turned black and white this time, "I don't know my mind, can you stop insulting our IQ? Everyone understands the meaning of Xinyue's two poems! Besides, whoever has ambition Ambition, you can change the place, this place is too small, I am afraid it cannot be accommodated!"

The Mu family can be regarded as a wealthy family in this golden beach, so when Mu Feiyan opened his mouth like this, ordinary little people really didn't dare to talk back.Mu Feiyan sneered, a group of villains who act according to people's faces, the devil would believe that they have such ambitions!
Coincidentally, just as Mu Feiyan finished speaking, the newspaper boy ran in, shouting, "Express! Express!"

This period is very special. Even if many young people don't care about current affairs, they will pay attention to one or two things for the safety of their lives.Therefore, children selling newspapers like this are very popular in major gathering places.

"Quick news, quick news! The new Southwest major general died for the country yesterday!!" The boy handed everyone the newspaper while still chanting about today's headlines.

This news surprised everyone in the room. Who is the new Southwest major general?Speaking of which, Zhang Peng and the red-faced man were still classmates. Last year, that classmate joined the army as soon as he graduated. Later, he was promoted to a major general in a prosperous way. He died within a year.

Everyone looked at Zhang Peng and the hot-blooded man, and then at the two men, their faces pale and stupefied.

Feng Caidie cursed secretly, the news came "just in time"!And that kid selling newspapers, who let him in?
But in front of so many people, it was impossible to drive Xiao Tong out, so he had to divert it with other topics, "Okay, okay, it's just poetry, there's no need to be serious. Come on, let's move on to the next topic."

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Muxue sat in her seat and drank without saying a word, occasionally smiling disdainfully.

I felt a look at her frequently, and when I knew it was Dong Jiayi, Jiang Muxue secretly cursed "Bitch".

It's strange to say that many men have this nature. When chasing him, he doesn't care, and when he doesn't even look at him, he shows his favor frequently, shameless!
In his thoughts, the host had already proposed the second round of competition questions.

"parting."

"Ha, it's really in the same line as the war."

Mu Feiyan babbled, then looked at Jiang Muxue with admiration in her eyes.

At this time, it really doesn't matter what she writes, the key is to see what Jiang Xinyue writes, not to mention, Mu Feiyan is looking forward to it.

Under everyone's expectations, Jiang Muxue copied Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell", which was instantly spread and circulated.

Hai Lanzhu probably knew that she couldn't write Jiang Xinyue's poems in ancient style, so this time, she still wrote free poems.

Poems with this kind of theme are generally good for girls, so this round, the men quietly stood aside and listened to the discussion between the two female camps.

Which faction?Naturally, it was Hai Lanzhu and Jiang Xinyue.

There were so many people in Hai Lanzhu, even if Mu Feiyan had ten mouths, he couldn't talk to others. At this moment, he felt annoyed, and he knew that he had brought all his classmates with him.

Seeing that everyone fell to Hai Lanzhu in unison, Dong Jiayi suddenly stood up and walked towards Jiang Muxue.

The girls exclaimed, and whispered after learning Dong Jiayi's intentions, looking at Jiang Muxue with envy and hatred.

As his confidante, Hai Lanzhu's face was pale and very disturbed.

Dong Jiayi walked to Jiang Muxue's side, slowly picked up her poem, and read: "The chilling cicada is miserable, it is late at the Changting Pavilion, and the shower has just stopped. There is nothing to drink in the capital's tent, and the place of nostalgia is urged by the Lanzhou. Holding hands Looking at the tears in my eyes, I am speechless and choked. Reading to go, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening mist is heavy and the sky is wide. Amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more desolate in the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? , It should be a good day and a good time in vain. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?"

After reading it, he stayed for a while before smiling at Jiang Muxue, "I didn't hear you clearly just now." It seemed to be explaining his behavior.

Jiang Muxue nodded, but said nothing.

The more she kept silent, the more mysterious Dong Jiayi felt. He always felt that the Jiang Xinyue in front of him was too different from his impression, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his thoughts were groundless. After all, he had never paid attention to Jiang Xinyue only saw her make a fool of herself a few times, so she labeled her as "vulgar" and "unsophisticated".

At this moment, he found that those labels were wrong.

Seeing that Jiang Xinyue ignored him, Dong Jiayi was a little embarrassed, and when he was about to say something, he only heard that the third question had come out.

But the second round hadn't reached a high or low point yet. At this time, the third question came out, and some of them who didn't know how to read words were still muttering what was going on.

what happened?Jiang Muxue looked at Feng Caidie and Hai Lanzhu, it was so obvious that she didn't want to talk to Dong Jiayi.

However, this is better, and I didn't want to bother with it.

The third and final round was titled "Separate labor from swallows".

"Ouch! Which favorite came up with this title?" Mu Feiyan pouted, she hated this kind of awkward poetry the most.

Mu Feiyan's actions were exaggerated, Jiang Muxue couldn't help laughing, and then looked at the "elder young master" Dong Jiayi, who had no intention of leaving.

In the distance, Hai Lanzhu's eyes were sad, and her "friends and relatives" couldn't bear to watch her hesitant to speak. Feng Caidie came to invite her in person, "Master Dong, the competition has already started, you should go back to your seat." Better."

"What? I can't write here?"

Dong Jiayi didn't raise his head either.

Feng Caidie was deflated, but didn't dare to do anything to Dong Jiayi, instead she gave Jiang Muxue a hard look.

If you don't leave, don't leave, Jiang Muxue wrote.

"Red crispy hands, yellow wine, and willows on the palace walls full of spring. The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin. I am sad, and I have been away for a few years. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"

"Spring is the same as before, people are empty and thin, tears are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is here, brocade books are hard to entrust. Mo, Mo, Mo!"

The moment Jiang Muxue started to write, Dong Jiayi threw the pen in his hand away. He saw Jiang Muxue's expression was arrogant and indifferent, and the large pen was full of momentum, so he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Jiang Muxue wrote a sentence, and he read it. After reading the whole sentence, he was already stunned.

(End of this chapter)