Chapter 134： Do you really want to write poetry?

Lu Zheng continued to walk forward, Ying'er held the lamp, and everyone looked at him.

When he reached the position of the shadow wall, as long as Lu Zheng took a step forward, he would be out of everyone's sight, and at this moment, Ying'er stopped.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Lu Zheng frowned slightly: "Why aren't you leaving?"

Ying'er stood still and stared at Lu Zheng, as if he had made a great determination, and mustered the courage to say, "Master... Master, would you like to write a poem?"

In the face of such a situation, Lu Zheng can act very calmly, but Yinger's heart is really uncomfortable, especially when she sees that Lu Zheng was so popular when he first came, so many people pursued him, but now, these people's attitudes are going towards. The other extreme.

Yinger didn't believe that Lu Zheng could not write poetry. In her opinion, Lu Zheng was deliberate. She didn't want Lu Zheng to leave like this, because if he left like this, I don't know how many rumors would arise outside tomorrow! Lu Zheng was already walking on thin ice, but now he can't stand too many waves.

Lu Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Ying'er. This girl has a tempered temper, she really won't leave!

He smiled softly and said: "Ying'er, you just saw it. I won't write the subject of Master Song. If I can write a poem, today is a great day for my second uncle. Can I not give the elders a face? ?"

"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing. If you can't do it, you can't groan without illness, let alone cut your feet to fit your feet."

Ying'er stared at Lu Zheng, and Lu Zheng said these words very sincerely. There was no sign of falsehood, Ying'er was stunned for a while. Is it really impossible to write a poem? how can that be?

Ying'er immediately thought of Lu Zheng's study in the past six months. Indeed, all of Lu Zheng's energy has been devoted to the imperial examination essays, and they have never written poems.

Besides, Master Song's question is indeed difficult, and Ying'er herself feels unable to write a poem. Maybe Lu Zheng can't write it out, that's also possible.

But Ying'er was still not reconciled. She didn't think that the talents present were better than Lu Zheng. In her heart, Lu Zheng was the best.

Not only are the talents in front of them inferior to Lu Zheng, even the adults present today, including the second master and Steward Cui, may not be comparable to Lu Zheng.

She pondered for a moment, and said, "My son, in fact, Master Song has a lot of topics today. Before we came, Master Song's first topic was "Snow" without rhyme. Later, "Mei" came out. You can compose poems on these topics, limited to rhyme!"

Ying'er spoke very seriously, and at this moment everyone was paying attention to their masters and servants. Lu Zheng and Ying'er asked and answered each question. Ying'er was smart and energetic, while Lu Zheng was dull but very kind, just like him. The cold attitude is quite different.

From Lu Zheng's tone, everyone could feel his love and love for this girl.

"I'm not feeling well today, and I don't want to write poetry, okay?" Lu Zheng said.

"No! You must write a poem today, otherwise others will gossip, say you are trying to make a name for yourself, and you will say that you have a false reputation, and it will be very bad for you!"

"What they said doesn't count. No one came today. Those who came were white bodies with no fame. If Yangzhou's talents were decided by them, then Yangzhou would not have talents!" Lu Zheng's tone was very relaxed. It was calm, but when he said this, it caused a flurry of restlessness.

Many people feel uncomfortable when they hear such words, but when they think about Lu Zheng’s words carefully, they are indisputable. Indeed, the so-called students in the three counties who came today are all illegitimate white bodies, who cannot enter Yangzhou as they are. Literary circles are all beginners. Whether Lu Zheng is talented or not, their words are just a shit.

"But today there are so many adults, Master Song, Master Ma, and their words are significant, and Master Nie is also there. Master Nie will not be happy if you leave like this..." Ying'er said again.

Both the master and the servant turned their backs to the yard, and they didn't care about them at all, and at this time everyone was listening to the conversation between their master and servant!

Lu Zheng sighed and said, "But, I just write poems. How can I make poems without paper and pen?"

Ying'er was overjoyed and clapped her hands: "As long as you are willing to compose poems, pen and paper are nothing, not only is pen and paper not a big deal, I have already invited everyone Qilan to help you, and everyone Qilan is willing to play the piano for you!"

Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment. He stared at Ying'er. It turned out that Ying'er was already prepared?

Ying'er chuckled and jumped up with joy. She suddenly shouted: "Everyone, Qilan, where are you?"

With this shout, the curtain of the side hall was lifted, and a young girl came out. Behind her was several maids, one holding the piano, and the other maids holding the table, which was placed outside the main hall. Rice paper was immediately covered in his yard, and the pen and ink were quickly prepared.

The scene suddenly became noisy, the main hall became a chaos, everyone commotion, and in the side hall, Duanmu Wanrong had just returned to the side hall. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help exclaiming and stood up suddenly.

Everyone in Qilan saluted Lu Zheng and said, "Knowing that the son is going to write a poem, Qilan came here in a hurry, almost a step late. It is really a sin.

Son, everything is ready for you, you can write poems, Qilan will make peace for you! "

Lu Zheng stared at Qilan and looked at Ying'er again. He suddenly laughed. He laughed and walked quickly to the front of the case, saying, "You two girls, you really have a plan! That's fine, I Just play with you!"

He walked to the case, took a brush, dipped the brush in thick ink, and said loudly, "Ying'er, what topic did you just talk about?"

Ying'er said loudly, "Master Song's first topic is'Snow'!"

Lu Zheng wrote the pen, pondered for a moment, and then immediately immersed himself in the writing, everyone in the main hall stood up, it was a bit cold outside, but at this time everyone couldn't care about it, and they all rushed into the yard.

People including Song Jin, Ma Xuewang, Nie Yong, Zhang Chengxi and others all walked out of the main hall.

However, in the courtyard, around Lu Zheng's case, people stood in all directions, and the four women protected Lu Zheng, and everyone could not rush to Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng rushed through wild grass, and everyone couldn't see the poems. Gradually, the noise became louder and louder. Some people even prepared to scold and question that Lu Zheng was playing mystery.

There are a lot of things experienced today, and now everyone seems to be running out of patience, and at this moment, Qi Lan's piano sounded.

Amidst the beautiful sound of the piano, Qi Lan’s beautiful and gentle voice sang: "Green Ant New Mojito, Red Clay Small Stove.

If you come here late, you can drink a cup of snow "

The five-character poem is sung by Qilan's beautiful voice, and the artistic conception is extremely lofty. Lu Zheng's poem, just a few words, writes Xueye's artistic conception into an incredibly warm and relaxing atmosphere, which makes people extraordinarily comfortable.

"Good poem!" Zhang Chengxi's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted a good poem. He had already given himself a forbidden word, but he couldn't help but utter this sentence.

Needless to say, everyone could feel the artistic conception of this poem, and the audience was shocked for a while. Just a poem titled "Snow", no one can match this one tonight!

Everyone was immersed in the wonderland of this poem, but listened to Qilan’s change of style, his voice became clearer, and sang: "Thousands of birds flew away, and the thousands of people disappeared. , Fishing alone in the winter snow."

"boom!"

There was a huge commotion in the audience. My God, it is another five-character quatrain. This poem is not weaker than the first, but its artistic conception is completely different. It is also a top-notch masterpiece, but each has its own merits. It's wonderful.

The scene is full of scholars, and the ability to appreciate poetry is not weak. What's more important is that as long as it is a top-notch poem, it does not need much appreciation ability. This poem by Lu Zheng is so good that people don’t know what to do. How to describe it in words.

The two poems are like two paintings. One painting is full of deep warmth, and the other is full of murderous atmosphere. The artistic conception is very high and distant. The beauty infiltrates everyone's heart and makes people I was amazed and couldn't help but applaud.

Lu Zheng was still at the desk, and he hadn't heard the exclamation of his surroundings. Someone could not recognize him and approached him, only to see him write "The wind and snow send spring back, and the snow meets the spring..."

This person just said these two sentences, but he heard Ying'er say loudly: "My son, the second question is ‘Mei’, you don’t have to write a poem on the subject of snow anymore."

"what?"

Lu Zheng came back to his senses, frowned slightly, staring at the white paper in front of him, hesitated for a while, and wrote down again.

Seeing that he was writing dragons and snakes, Qi Lan changed a tune and sang:

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post, loneliness and no master. It's already dusk alone, but with wind and rain. I have no intention of struggling for spring, but I will be jealous. The fragments are crushed into mud and dust, only the fragrance is as usual."

After Qi Lan sang this word, the scene instantly set off an unprecedented climax, and the audience was boiling. Lu Zheng, this is a poem, but the poems are not limited to rhyme, and they can be easily picked up.

Seeing Lu Zheng's poems, you don't need to think much about it. What you write casually can shock everyone. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe.

A top poet like Lu Zheng, can't he write Song Jin's propositional poems? If this is said now, I am afraid that no one in the audience will believe it.

Lu Zheng doesn’t know how to do it, but disdains it. Look at the poems he wrote, and then look at the poems written by the so-called talents before, and even the poems written by Duanmu Wanrong. It’s not on the same level at all. It can be said to be a ratio of rubble Jinyu.

Without saying anything, Lu Zheng used these three poems to "pop" and "pop" everyone in the face. Wasn't there so many people attacking him just now? Isn't it true that so many people say that he is trying to get fame and gain fame? Now that these people see these three poems, who has the courage to stand up again?

Lu Zheng's words are still in my ears. All the people present are white bodies with no fame. To put it more bluntly, they are a group of mediocrities. With such a group of mediocrities, where will Lu Zheng put them in his eyes?