Chapter 154, writing poetry (1)

Fuck!
Can this Nima absorb the hatred and be ridiculed?
Li Mu has a feeling of lying down and shooting. It’s not that I said that I’m talented. It’s Zheng Congjian’s flattering... And even if I said that it’s a hindrance to your group of goods, I’m directly ridiculed. ?
So for a moment, Li Mu wants to take it back directly, but if he thinks about it, forget it. Today is the time to come. Hey... Oh, no, it’s to see the beauty, and it’s too disappointing for this little thing.
On the one side, Zheng Cunjian, his eyes narrowed slightly.
In Chang'an City, people who dare to ridicule him are not without, but definitely do not include these people at the neighboring table.
However, Li Mu did not have a rebuttal, and he was not good at it. However, Zheng Cunjian remembered the faces of these people in his heart. When he was today, he slowly found these unopened things to settle accounts. He just shot a horseshoe on a horse's hoof, and he must not let go. The name of "Black Heart Show" is not white.
Seeing that Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian did not refute, the five or six young people on the neighboring table became more and more unscrupulous.
"Haha, count your interest, don't refute your own insults, you know, who is this sitting next to me?" A scholar who is short and fat, like a short melon, sneered, said: "I am around This is the chief of the Hanshan Academy in Chang'an City. This is the real talent. This year's empire is open, and it is destined to be a high school scholar. Hey, this is the syllabus of the sect, and the oil and water do not know the text of Lin Qiushui. name?"
The young man who talked first and looked at Bai Jing and Jin Yi Pei Yu heard the words and looked up proudly, for fear that others would not know that he was the chief of Hanshan Academy.
The other young people at the same table, dressed in the same style as the chunky winter melon, have the same costumes and want to come to the so-called scholars of the Hanshan Academy.
Zheng Cunjian heard the words, his face changed slightly, did not say anything.
Hanshan Academy, in the territory of Chang'an Prefecture, is quite energetic, and has produced some aristocratic bureaucrats and local princes. Moreover, the world's colleges are not only for reading, but also for the gentleman, the scholars are also learning Wu, the excellent disciples cultivated by Hanshan Academy. It can be said that it is a civil and military.
However, these Zheng Cunjian are not particularly concerned.
He wants to be a whole person, and some are means. When these books are born and died in the stinking ditch, no one knows how to die.
Soon, next to another direction, there was another sneer, some people yelling and yelling: "Oh, Hanshan Academy is amazing? The last time the Imperial Kaike, Hanshan Academy raised a few people? Can I have more Fengming Academy?"
On the left hand side of Li Mu, there are also six or seven young scholars sitting. They are talking about one of the tall, dark-faced scholars, the hook nose, the eyebrows, habitually squinting, and a haze. Look at the dress, it should come from another college, naturally it is Feng Ming Academy in his mouth.
Lin Qiushui heard the words, slammed the table, stood up, said: "Fengming College's ranking in the middle, can dare to compare with my Hanshan College? Liu Muyang, the last poetry, you are my defeat, but also Do you dare to speak out?"
The black-faced eagle hooked the nose, and also took a folding fan in the hand, stood up, coldly said: "The last time because you knew the poem in advance, I was prepared, I missed it for a while, and I opened the window tonight. Yes, I will definitely step you under your feet."
"Yes? Surnamed Liu, I am afraid that you do not have that ability." Hanshan Academy short winter melon scholars immediately help.
A group of people on the side of Fengming Academy did not do it. They all stood up and opened the mouth.
In the hall of the first floor of Wenshengzhai, which was originally lively and extraordinary, it became more and more screaming.
The battle between the two groups of scholars' mouths and guns has aroused the attention of many people. The two mothers, who are responsible for order, came to comfort and appease.
When Li Mu saw it, he couldn’t help but laugh.
This is the scholars of the Western Qin Empire. In the Qinglou, they screamed at the feathers. In the future, the empire can count on such people to be officials, and to patrol the people of the people?
Liu Muyang of Fengming Academy saw Li Mu’s smile and snorted.
Smelly kid, what are you laughing at? Just been stunned, even a fart is afraid to let go, but I’m so happy to laugh here? It’s ignorant and ignorant. It’s shameful.

"That is, to be a man in the future, you must not be as good as this coward, be stunned, and dare not pay back."
"It’s pitiful to let Lin Qiu-shui’s goods look daunting."
"Forget it, don't talk about him, a little person who is insignificant. You, we still conceived and conceived, what kind of works should be used to win the favor of everyone."
"Exactly."
A group of scholars are watching Li Mu's eyes, full of contempt.
Ah?
Li Mu was a little bit forced.
Mom’s old man is lying in the middle of the arrow.
If you smile casually, you will be embarrassed. When Lao Tzu went out today, did he still have no yellow calendar or no face wash? Unconsciously, he came out with a mocking face.
He was about to attack, and suddenly he slammed. Someone took a heavy shot of Li’s table and said:
Just, is there anyone sitting here?
He said, waiting for Li Mu’s reply, he sat down directly. Greeting the companion: "No one is sitting here, come here and sit here."
Oh, la la la.
Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian’s side immediately squeezed five or six figures.
The table and chairs in the hall of Wenshengzhai can usually sit around eight people. The table of Li Mu and the two are slightly smaller. It is one of the excellent table cases. When they sit by these six people, they suddenly appear crowded. People are full of interest.
Li Mu was originally furious, and his temper was too much to be suppressed, but when he saw the wear of these men, he was clearly a disciple of the Tianjianwu Museum, and it seemed to be a disciple of the elite in the elite, and his body was soft and soft. Rare, and six people, each of them is not low in strength, just look at them, do not know Li Mu, apparently when Li Mu overthrew the Tianjian martial arts, these people are not on the scene.
Knowing the identity of the other party, Li Mu was so fascinated that his heart began to smash and there was no seizure, but he continued to sit facelessly.
Zheng Cunjian couldn’t figure out what Li Mu meant. In his impression, this lord could never be a good temper who couldn’t repay his hand and not repay his mouth. It must have been a plot, and he would press his temper on one side. Sitting.
On the one hand, the two tables of Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy, they all laughed when they saw such a scene. For Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian, they were cynicism.
Other guests in the hall, looking at the eyes of Li Mu, also have pity, sympathy, disdain and disdain. They also think that the two are from poor students or ordinary people who have no power. People, want to spend the day when everyone opens the window, come to fame.
This kind of thing happened before, some poor, meditation and preparation of poetry, want to win the favor of everyone, so good to become famous, or how to say literati and squad, born to be entangled, now Xiqin Wenzong Bin, the empire of the empire, was rumored to have been valued by the Qincheng Huakui Gongsun aunt, and he began his legendary counterattack from a poor scholar. This method of fame has been followed by many literati and the results are different.
Today, in the hall, there are a lot of ordinary scribes standing in the hall, waiting for the opening of the window.
One of the dear brothers, wearing a broken, not to mention, a little unkempt, eyes in the light, staring at a position on the third floor of the attic, like a hyena staring at the prey, can't wait.
Finally, a song and dance performance, to the moment of expectation tonight -
It’s time to spend the time to open the window for everyone.
In the entire hall, and even in the private room on the second floor, all the people were a little bit tolerant.
The wife of Wen Shengzhai’s principal, Bai Hao, said a few words, and then directly announced the opening of the window. From the third floor, ten ten-year-old maids dressed in light green books and women’s clothes, came to the first floor hall. In the middle, a word is lined up, and in front of each maid, a table is placed on it, with a four-character pen and ink basket on it.
"Today's poems are everyone's poems, two words - women, you are taking this as a topic, and you can show your pen and ink."
A beautiful mother Ms. Sang stood on the stairs on the second floor and smiled.
The hall was immediately an exclamation.
Some people are experiencing the disappointment of disappointment, because the finished poems they have prepared and asked from everywhere are completely different from the poems that everyone announced tonight. It seems that there is no drama, and they scratch their heads and make some oil poems, but No tabletops, but they are laughed at, but they are ridiculed.
"Damn, the inside is not to say, is the poem tonight, is it a month?"
"I also heard that it is Zanmei..."
"Damn Zhang Guigong, lie to me for twelve silver, hateful, this time no play."
Someone cursed angrily.
Li Mu saw this scene, and could not help but have some curiosity about the flower of the memory of Wen Shengzhai.
This woman’s influence is very big. It’s just like the super female stars on the earth. No, those female stars don’t have such great charm. They open the window three times a month. When they open the window, they can cause Chang’an. The city has a celebrity and aristocratic riots. These people in the hall can still see them. Those who have no honor in appearance in the second floor private room are afraid of preparing more and not spending a lot of money.
Soon, someone went up and wrote a poem -
"There are beautiful people in the South, Ronghua Ruo Tao Li. The DPRK is facing the mirror, and the night is leaning against the rouge window. The time is heavy and Zhu Yan, who is really swearing? The old age will be smashed, and the glory will last for a long time."
The person who wrote the poem was the one who had been worn by Li Mu before, and he was finished with a tattered, unruly man. After he finished writing, he laughed and threw the pen on the ground, a name that was so eloquent to me.
"Good poetry." Some people admire the crowd.
"It is indeed a good poem, the place name, the name of the person, and the uniqueness."
"Oh, although the poems are good, but they are too arrogant, it is difficult to make a long time, how can they be selected?"
"Frenzy, do you want to take the attention of this kind of desire, causing everyone's attention?"
There are various discussions around.
Some of the flowers that I think of the "sisters", for this crazy sarcasm, I want to let everyone be mad at the beauty of the waiter, very angry, some impulses directly want to fill the old boxing, only this wild, Haha laughed, looked disdainful and embarrassed, standing behind the table.
Li Mu shook his head.
The good or bad of poetry, for the time being, but this man, what is really special.
Look closely, this man's leg is actually shaking under the wide robe. Obviously, he is playing, although the acting is good, but the courage is much smaller.
For a moment, with the conclusion, the third floor passed down the news, this [Grandpa poetry], was actually selected, into the flower to think of the eyes of everyone, the maid was blown dry by the maid, and then hung high The second floor.
This is the first poem to be selected tonight.
The unruly man, laughing more madly, was led by a round table that had been prepared for a while, and sat down for a long time.
When others saw it, they immediately became jealous.
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Wow, I’m going to hurry and get out of the dark room. So, is the time for the two public notices on the public micro-signal accurate?
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