The champion is my son

Chapter 397 Liulan Poetry Club ([-])

"Presumably everyone already knows the rules of our Leu Lan Poetry Club. If you don't know, you can look at the wall hanging on that wall." The consul lady pointed to the rules hanging on the wall.

Long before the poetry meeting, Fengyue Museum had already publicized it, and the method used was naturally leaflets.This kind of advertising method is not new, it is not Li Qing's idea, but has already existed.

"I know, I know, when will it start? I can't wait!"

"Yes, yes! Feng Sanniang, when will you come out? Young Master, I came here just for her."

As soon as the consul finished speaking, there was a commotion below.

"Oh, gentlemen! Don't worry, you have to follow the rules. Now that everyone is ready, we're about to start the topic. The winner, Sanniang, will meet you in person." Wan Zhong twisted her waist and came out of the upstairs room, and this old bustard was dark green, dark green usually looked deserted, but she didn't expect to have this side, which really shocked Li Qing.

Li Qing watched the dark green performance playfully.

"Girls, let's go." Dark Green raised her handkerchief, and immediately two girls put down the scrolls in their hands. One end of the scroll spread out from the air and fell down, revealing its true face.

I saw that it said: "When talking about Xiaoyao here, we only talk about the present, and I sigh that the long song is always romantic in you."

"All of you are world-renowned and talented, and you will be able to write a poem in seven steps. Let's judge each other and choose the best." The dark green red lips are drawn up, and the eyes are shining like stars, charming and detached.

"Seven steps into a poem, this is what I'm good at! It's too simple, today Feng Sanniang saw me." Hai Ruhe said proudly with one hand on his hip.

"Brother Hai, don't talk nonsense. I think that Bachelor Su is not present in the audience. If Bachelor Su is here, you will definitely be the first to stand up and disagree with the mathematics you said." Others laughed.

"Writing poetry is naturally simple, but it is not easy to surpass others. Brother Guan Hai recently advocated the style of poetry and prose in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. I wonder if there is any clever sentence?"

Hai Ruhe said: "Don't compare me with Xueshi Su, that's what everyone in my sea worships, that's not a human being, that's a god!"

"Hahahahaha!"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire Fengyue Pavilion laughed wildly like a meeting in a lunatic asylum.Su Xueshi is a real literati in this world, the object of worship of most literati in Tianqi.He single-handedly created a prosperous Tianqi literary world, and his achievements are comparable to Li Du.

"Okay! Please everyone show their abilities!" Dark Green feared that the scene would become uncontrollable if it continued like this, and it would backfire, so she stopped immediately.

"Okay, now that you've said that, how about someone from me, Hai, to come first!" Hai Ruhe walked to the center, pretending to be thinking as he walked. "Hey, there is!"

Hai Ruhe coughed a few times to clear his throat.

Everyone was looking forward to it, especially his friends, who were thinking about what kind of good sentence it should be.Hai Ruhe's family is profound, he is a descendant of the Shandong Hai family, the grandson of the Hai University scholar who has already begged for bones, he grew up in Shangjing, he likes to make friends with literati, and of course he is close to the true nature of men, and he likes to visit flower houses.

His temperament is destined to match Feng Sanniang, so he will definitely come to today's poetry meeting.

What Li Qing likes about him is naturally the arrogance of the children of the aristocratic family cultivated by his background.What kind of sparks will there be with Zhuang Hansheng?

Yun Ji wants to use his own way to treat his own body, how easy is it?The emperor must be a human being, and Yun Ji's rank is not enough.In this way, a scapegoat is needed, and Hairuhe is the perfect candidate.After the incident, his future will not be damaged in any way, but Zhuang Hansheng and his followers can't tell clearly.

Yun Ji is so smart, he can definitely use one or two of them.

Li Qing was watching a good show upstairs, and Yun Ji and his senior brothers were also watching a good show in the corner.

"The west tower is full of flowers, the moon is full of the pool, and the spring shadows behind the curtain wet the spring clothes. Before the oriole arrives, it will steal the fragrant flowers for eyes." After Hai Ruhe finished speaking, he smiled triumphantly.

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

"It's so fragrant and dazzling! It's so vivid and appropriate!"

……

Received the praise as always, Hairuhe smiled even brighter!Look who else is there today?Who can beat him?

"Come and listen to my words, there are more flowers and moons in the universe, and embrace the immortal Yuyi!" A man in white broke out from the encirclement, knocked on the folding fan and rushed.

"Tch, how can you compare your two poems with his four poems?" The person on the side retorted.

"This?" The man in white was at a loss for words, but after a while, he puffed up his chest and said, "Could it be that the words can't match his four sentences?"

"Yo, it's up to you? A celestial being, you tell me, who is the celestial being? Could it be that you are dressed in white?"

"Yes! Who is Immortal Yi?"

"Of course it's Sanniang! The treasure of Fengyue Pavilion, Feng Sanniang." The white-clothed man tugged at his collar, which had just been crumpled due to panic, and continued: "I think these two sentences of mine are comparable to those just now. The four sentences are much better! The artistic conception is more remote and vivid."

"Stop arguing, young master... has better friends!" Lei Teng yelled loudly, which eased the situation that was getting worse.

Zhuang Hansheng stepped forward and said: "Everyone is showing your ugliness. There are four lines in my son's poem. The willow waist is not bound by the spring, and the wind turns and the butterfly dances back. Give it to the third lady, what do you guys think?" Zhuang Hansheng blinked and looked at everyone expectantly.

"good very good!"

"Mr. Zhuang's poem is indeed better than the first two poems. Whether it is the confrontation or the artistic conception to be conveyed, it is better."

"That's right, I've written down Mr. Zhuang's poem, and I'll publicize it to you later."

Lei Teng didn't expect that Zhuang Hansheng really had two brushes, and he was intimidated.

"How is it? Brother Hai, is there anything better than this? I, Zhuang, will accompany you to the end!" Zhuang Hansheng crossed his arms, and he didn't even open his favorite magic weapon—the fan. A pair of opponents have the feeling of both Shengyu and He Shengliang.

"The fish is on the bait!" Yunji and Guan Shangxuan sat on the chairs, watching the tearing scene wholeheartedly. Yunji even wanted to hug a pumpkin to quench his thirst and be a melon-eating crowd by the way.

"Just adapt to the situation, just push it up." Guan Shangxuan knew Yun Jisheng's integrity, but he was still a little worried, worried that Yun Ji would let him go.

"Oh, it's Brother Zhuang, why are you everywhere! I think Brother Zhuang fell into the water——was floating. I don't know where my level is, but Brother Zhuang wants to play, someone from Hai I will accompany you to the end." Hai Ruhe said through gritted teeth.He and Zhuang Hansheng have been at odds for a long time. Since Zhuang Hansheng entered the literary world, their enmity has been forged.

(End of this chapter)