The champion is my son

Chapter 398 Liulan Poetry Club ([-])

Today, we must kill him without leaving any traces, so that Zhuang Hansheng can know how powerful he is Grandpa Hai.

Hai Ruhe's eyes flashed, his eyes flickered, he walked half a step sideways, and then nodded slightly. The next moment, he came up with a good poem, "If it's better than you just now, I've come up with another one." , it’s better to listen to Brother Zhuang.”

Zhuang Hansheng snorted coldly, and said in a strange tone, "I'd like to see if Brother Hai is really literary or prudish."

"Listen well." Hai Ruhe kicked his feet, and spit out a clear sound: "The purple palace banquet is open to the breeze, the dense trees are red with the first flowers, and the fragrance of the evening wine is endless, and I know that spring is in the beautiful flowers. "

"Okay, great poem, this poem is even better than the previous ones, Hai Ya Nei has all the true biographies of Hai University scholars, the poem is exquisite, the whole rhyme is flat, rhymes with oriental rhymes, the lines are flowing, it is catchy to read, it is a good poem. "As soon as Hai Ruhe finished speaking, someone came up to cheer him on.Although Hai Ruhe is arrogant, he treats people well in Shangjing, and he has a background, so many people are willing to get along with him, and being friends with him will also get a lot of protection.Therefore, Hai Ruhe's words can still achieve the effect of echoing everyone.

"Why, is there anyone here who can write my poem better than mine?" Hai Ruhe asked after turning around on the spot with his head held high.

The people around took a step back one after another. They thought about it, but they still couldn't think of a better way.

"This poem is really well written. Hairu Hesheng is superior in being able to write a poem with an exquisite style in such a short period of time, leaving no time for others to react." Dongmen Weisheng analyzed seriously.They sat in a corner and not many people noticed.Moreover, they refused the beauty to accompany them, although it seemed very abrupt, but at this moment everyone's eyes were focused on the dispute between Hairuhe and Zhuang Hansheng, so not many people really observed their situation here.

"That's right, Hairuhe defeated the others psychologically, but I don't think Zhuang Hansheng is someone who wants to give up." Yun Ji said.

"Won't Junior Brother write a few poems to scare them to death?" Zhou Xiaohua said fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Me?" Yunji opened his mouth wide and pointed at himself, then waved his hand and said, "I'll forget it, Zhuang Hansheng had a feud with us, so if we get together again, wouldn't it be another Hairu River? This is a loss. We don't do business."

Guan Shangxuan pursed his lips and smiled, followed Yunji's words and said, "We don't do business at a loss, we only add chaos." The two looked at each other and smiled, and continued to watch the dispute between Hai and Zhuang.

"Cut, what's the big deal, it's just some words that hurt the spring and the autumn." Zhuang Hansheng returned Hairuhe and rolled his eyes.

"What hurts, hates, and loves the most in the world is nothing more than hurting the spring and the autumn. I wonder if Brother Zhuang has any higher and farther pursuits than these?" Yun Ji got up and said.

In the tense atmosphere, a different voice suddenly appeared and naturally attracted attention. The moment Yunji stood up to speak, he caught everyone's attention.

"I also think Brother Hai's writing is pretty good. He explained what... what's going on?" Guan Shangxuan pretended to be stuck, and lowered his head to stroke his hair, looking very annoyed.Suddenly he realized: "Yes, it's the interpretation of what it means that there is no harm without comparison! If Brother Hai can write something better than this, I will admire someone." How do people come.

Their purpose today was to get Zhuang Hansheng to say a few outrageous words. Of course, if Zhuang Hansheng was really an honest gentleman, they would not be able to seize the opportunity to demand what they wanted.But if he is slightly different, he will definitely show his original shape.

"You..." Lei Teng pointed at Yunji and the others, he wanted to say: Do you think it's so easy to write poetry?But in a blink of an eye, isn't it easy for literati to compose poetry?As soon as the words reached the bottom of his throat, he swallowed them back.Lei Tengfu looked at Zhuang Hansheng, and whispered, "Brother Zhuang, do you still have something in your belly?"

Zhuang Hansheng ignored Lei Teng, he had just denied the sadness of spring and autumn, but it is best to write poems about sadness of spring and autumn. Besides, what other subjects can express his feelings?

Looking at the situation downstairs, Li Qing couldn't help laughing.Zhuang Hansheng was deliberately disturbed just now, so he didn't answer Shanghai Ruhe's question immediately.He is now trapped in his own thinking zone, unable to get out for a while, and combined with Yun Ji and Guan Shangxuan's pressing step by step, he may panic and speak out.

But it is only possible, Zhuang Hansheng is not as stupid as imagined, on the contrary, he is very smart and has his own ideas, but he will never think that someone is deliberately stimulating him secretly.

Seeing Zhuang Hansheng's lack of energy for a long time, Hai Ruhe laughed vigorously: "Don't you think what Brother Zhuang himself said doesn't count? It's not good to hurt the spring and autumn, but isn't Brother Zhuang himself the same? It's just half a catty .”

"Shut up, even so, but the man's heart is Wu Gou, and he can climb over the difficulties and obstacles in the world. Why do I have to climb up with you and other young people, I'm just a rabble!"

"He doesn't have it. I have poems, little brother, why don't you listen to me." Qi Guan stood by the window of the box on the second floor, with his hands still on the beauty's shoulders.

For strangers, Hairuhe is not stingy with good looks. "Please say!"

"Immortals and Buddhas have not yet completed the two, only know that the lonely night is not calm, the wind is full of tragic songs, and the mud is stained with bad luck. Nine out of ten people can look down on them, and they are useless as scholars. Don't worry about poems and scrolls into prophecies. Spring Bird and Autumn Insect make a noise, boy, you are a scholar who is useless." Qi Guan said with a smile.

"Nonsense!" What Zhuang Hansheng dislikes the most is the idea that a scholar is useless. He has aspirations to be realized in his life, and he is a scholar. How can a scholar be useless?Doesn't Tianqi pay much attention to literati?The answer is naturally no!

"It's only worth breaking the book business spirit, you can get all the golden strands, lie drunk in the deep tent of hibiscus, wake up and go back to the court to report the news, the scholar can go to the court, and go to the people to deal with the people's diseases, the prime minister looks like yesterday, how can he be born Wuyong is a scholar?" Zhuang Hansheng disapproved.

Qi Guan's eyes darkened.

Are all scholars nowadays so exaggerated?Thinking of golden strands just by relying on bookishness?You also said that as long as you are famous, someone will come to win you over?And the following two sentences are simply ignorant, embarrassing!Give me back the people's illnesses, it's not bad if you don't search for the people's fat and people's ointment.

The more Qi Guan thought about it, the more he felt that there was a big problem with the poems that Zhuang Hansheng said.

"Who is that person?" Qi Guan asked Gou Yin to recognize the person who spoke out loud just now.

"Returning to the uncle, the old slave happened to know that person. He is Zhuang Qiandu's son Zhuang Hansheng! This person has been famous in Beijing for a long time at a young age. After a few years, there are great changes now. Said how old he was when I first saw him, and he was already this old in a blink of an eye."

(End of this chapter)