"The young student Wen Shousong is a disciple of the front mountain of the academy. Today is the New Year Festival, and it is also the winter season. I have met many talented people on my side, confirming each other, and my mind is swaying and unable to extricate myself. I will write a poem to throw bricks and attract jade. Please give me a comment."

Wen Shousong's eyes were firm, and he flashed with a look of self-satisfaction.

After pondering for a while, it seemed to be brewing among the cheers, but in fact, this poem had been written long ago and had already memorized it.

But there must be a process that should be there. Otherwise, how can you pretend to be smooth and smooth?

"The cold plum blossoms are full of spring, so why can't you help but worry about thousands of miles;

It was only when the coldness of the sails were gone, and I arrived at the Miaotingzhou."

After reciting a poem, it was accompanied by a bit of pretentious reserved demeanor. When I looked around, I saw almost everyone thinking about the artistic conception. I suddenly... Well, before I could thank him, I saw Qi Lu leisurely eating the grapes in the fruit plate, and it seemed that the poem he wrote had not racked his brains to take seriously.

Do you look down on others? Or pretend to be calm?

Oh!

Wen Shousong changed the topic and said no thanks. Instead, he looked at Qi Lu's location and bowed: "I heard for a long time that Mr. Qi has a ravine and a talented man in his belly. I don't know if I can take this opportunity to invite adults to comment, so that the young student can learn from it."

Qi Lu raised his head and shook his head and said, "I don't know how to comment on poetry and essays, but I have some experience in reciting poetry and essays. How about comparing it with your poems and essays that chant winter?"

Can't comment on poetry? Who are you confused?

Wen Shousong felt that he had been hit hard, but as a disciple of the academy, he naturally could not be cowardly at this time, so he nodded and said, "Please."

Qi Lu spit out a grape skin, took a towel and wiped his hands casually. Without thinking, he opened his mouth: "The mountains are far away at dusk, and the sky is cold, and the house is poor; the woods hear dog barking, and people return home on the wind and snow at night."

In just four short sentences, it seems that there is a picture reflecting in front of you. The snow-capped wood gates of the mountains and the barking of dogs, telling the hardships of survival, and everyone has different insights. In comparison, the poems and essays of Wenshousong are like grass leaves beside the pit, smelly and hard, and there is no comparison between which one is better or worse.

Looking at the lobby that suddenly became quiet, Qi Lu couldn't help but shrugged, and handed over a helpless expression to Wen Shousong, whose face suddenly became pale, lowered his head and ate the fruit again.

I also want to be low-key, but when I stand on the shoulders of the giant, I am better than you, so I ask if you are angry?

And the eyes of those people around him are all complicated and hard to say. This person... is so strong?

Anyone who has not experienced it personally will never experience the despair of being suppressed by Qi Lu in poetry and prose.

Qi Lu: Actually, I am also very desperate. The poets of Lanxing have really beaten you half a bucket of water in terms of poetry and prose!

It’s so powerful, what can I do? Since you have sent your face to me for me to suck it, I have to use the hands of the poet and the poet to educate you well.

He did not say that it was done by him, nor did he say that it was not done by him. In such a place, even if he admitted that he had become a copycat, no one believed it!

I can't say that when I was a child, a beggar came to the door. He saw that the other party was pitiful and gave him some food. In order to repay his kindness, the man chanted thousands of poems for him...

At the corner of the stairs, the woman in the room also walked out with a veil at this time, looking at Qi Lu's figure faintly, and a bright flashed in her eyes: This person... is really capable.

If Qi Lu knew that someone was spying on him at this time and expressed such feelings, he would definitely sneer at it: If you know poetry and prose, you will have the ability? How many poets who have not seen Lan Xing are depressed and unsuccessful...

Of course, when quoting other people's poems and essays at this time, it was quite unauthorized, but that's the truth. When he was on Blue Star, the only expert in writing poetry that Qi Lu admired was the founding Taizu of modern times. That's what he called a great man, who was able to be literary and martial, and was a real enemy of thousands of people.

"this……"

The silence in the field was interrupted by Ji Wuli who almost laughed out loud. He hesitated to look at the eldest prince beside him: "Brother, it seems that there is no need to compare this anymore, right?"

Ji Wuyou breathed smoothly, clapped his hands with a smile, and sighed: "Good poems, good poems..."

What?

Very wet?

Whenever Qi Lu heard these two words, he would always subconsciously think about it. While eating fruits, he listened to the little song and bowed to the eldest prince, as if he had thanked the other party for his praise.

Wen Shousong sat down in disappointment, with a look of bad luck. He wanted to get a prize, but unexpectedly he was hit with a star-eyed look and almost lost the shame to stay here.

The poems and essays written by Qi Lu also spread to the outside world within a very fast time, attracting a lot of praise. Those who have been supporting him unswervingly suddenly raised their heads and raised their heads and proudly.

"Someone has it!"

After Wen Shousong sat down, someone stepped forward and launched a suicide attack on Qi Lu.

Qi Lu looked up at the man: What else do you have?

It's simply sick...

Another sour and stinky lyrics, and the whole article is full of groans and grief. The sadness of spring and autumn makes Qi Lu feel that the other party is afraid that he is not a woman.

"I am not very proficient in your poems about sadness and tragedy in spring and autumn. I only have one for you..."

"Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the spring and autumn... I will never regret it when my clothes are getting looser, and I will become haggard for her."

In the lobby, there was a silence again.

Then, one after another, it seemed that he had been with Qi Lumao. If he didn't convince him, he would feel uncomfortable all over. Those literati with anger actually started the wheel battle directly.

Qi Lu, on the other hand, was covered by water and soil, and no one could do it when the soldiers came to block the enemy.

In the next time, he made everyone present understand what it means to be a man who is a man who is in a way that can’t be opened!

"March and fight? Listen! I looked at the sword with a lamp while drunk, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camps... I ended the king's world affairs and won the reputation of his life and his life. Poor white happened!"

"As the sound of dogs barking, the peach blossoms are thick with dew..."

"Look up at the bright moon, and think of your hometown in all directions."

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands!"

"Now people don't see the moon in ancient times, but this moon once shines on old friends!"

"I laughed out loud and went out, how could I be..."

After picking up poems one by one, Qi Lu was like a ruthless demon king, waving the small whip in his hand with a grim smile, suppressing all the rebels who wanted to make him doomed. In his hands, no one could pass three moves, and all of them were beaten by him, with pale faces and silences. Several people even covered their faces and left without any face here to show their ugly face.

Until the end, the lobby was completely quiet and no one made any sound.

Many people have a vague understanding of a truth in their hearts: since today, there will be no more poetry.

Qi Lu said: Fart!
Chapter completed!