The rise of the poor

Chapter 91 Shocking Immortal Poetry Meeting ([-])

"Uh, can you please repeat what I just said, I just lost my mind."

Just now, he was concentrating on which delicious dish to try next, when someone suddenly stopped his name. Zhu Ping'an didn't understand what the man said for a while, so he had to stop his chopsticks and raised his head to ask the man.

But I didn't want to, I looked up and was surprised to find that almost all of you here were staring at me, uh, saying that this is the largest and most sumptuous banquet I have ever seen since I came to the Ming Dynasty, I just want to try it out. That's it, don't look around.
"You are Zhu Ping'an, a top talent in Huaining County, right? We all wrote poems to share with everyone. You have been silent, but you look down on us?" In the vernacular, he satirized Zhu Ping's lack of ink and could not understand classical Chinese.

Many people followed suit and asked Zhu Pingan to write a poem to share with everyone.

"Oh, writing poetry."

Zhu Ping'an repeated a sentence softly, then shook his head gently, and said modestly, "I'm not very good at writing poetry, let's forget it."

oops
I go
not good at writing poetry

you're quite honest

But if you think that you can avoid writing poetry, you are wrong!It is too underestimate us.

The student who came forward had a polite smile on his mouth, took a step forward, and cupped his hands: "Your Excellency is too modest, the famous Jiabang talent, young and promising, I'm waiting for someone who doesn't know who is not. Xiao, please don't refuse."

"That's right, don't hold back, the poem you wrote in Shili Changting about being bitten by a snake and hearing a bird chirping, um, that, that is quite refreshing to us."

Someone next to him immediately agreed, and in the words he pointed to the notorious poem about being bitten by a snake and hearing a bird that Zhu Ping'an once wrote in the Shili Changting Pavilion.

For a while, there was laughter in the building.

The singer who was in charge of singing at the poetry club looked at the boy who was criticized by everyone with sympathy. The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old. To be ridiculed and criticized like this, the singer couldn't help but feel sympathy. The weak and the weak are mostly sympathetic to each other.

"I was bitten by a snake, and I heard birds chirping everywhere. Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, a group of egrets ascended to the blue sky, hahaha, and they spoke loudly. Isn't this a good job, don't say no."

Someone read out the poems Zhu Ping'an once wrote aloud, accompanied by laughter.

The beautiful singer in charge of singing, this is also the first time I heard a poem written by Zhu Pingan. In order to please the guests, the singer in a laughing situation has worked hard on poetry and poetry. At this moment, I heard Zhu Pingan read out by others. The poems of the poems are unavoidably disappointing. A person of this level can still pass the county examination high school top list. Thinking about it, it can only make sense based on the influence of family background. The gaze that looked at Zhu Ping'an also had a hint of contempt.

Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao Zhao Lao and others also frowned and looked at Zhu Ping'an, their faces were very ugly.

Everyone started booing about this poem, asking Zhu Ping'an to write another poem.

A fellow countryman sitting next to Zhu Ping'an was worried that Zhu Ping'an didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, that he was too embarrassed and would affect the reputation of Huaining County, so he whispered to Zhu Ping'an, and gestured to Zhou Xuezheng over there with his eyes. et al.

As it turned out, Zhu Ping'an swept around the crowd with a naive smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, that poem, but I'm just kidding."

Zhu Ping'an got up when everyone was about to laugh. He seemed a little embarrassed. He smiled and said sincerely.

嘎

Everyone's laughter came to an abrupt end, and the poems you laughed for a long time were simply made by others to make fun of people on purpose, and how could they laugh at them.

But soon, he laughed again.

There was a bit of self-deprecation in the laughter, it was really funny, I was almost deceived by this young man and did it as a joke, you said it was a joke, it must be an excuse to shirk.

"Is it a joke?" The student who stepped forward had a playful smile on his lips, as if he had seen through Zhu Ping's tricks.

"Well, I was leaving my relatives at the Shili Changting Pavilion. I saw that everyone was unhappy, so I wrote that joke at random, but it was just to ease the atmosphere."

Zhu Ping'an's tone was very sincere, but in the eyes of everyone he was bluffing.

Everyone will look at Zhu Ping'an in a strange way, and it is too shameless to make a joke if the poem is not good.

The student who came forward was also a quick-witted person. As soon as Zhu Ping'an's voice fell, he continued Zhu Ping'an's words and said:

"Oh, that seems like a joke."

The words come here, a sudden turn

"Then please write a poem seriously now, and let me open my eyes later."

When everyone heard the words of the student who came forward, they couldn't help shouting "color" in their hearts. That's it, haha, you said you were joking, so let's make a serious song now and let's see, haha Ha ha.
Use your son's spear to attack your son's shield.

The student who came forward left a good impression in the minds of everyone, even in the minds of Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao Zhao Lao and others. Seeing the admiring eyes of Zhou Xuezheng and others, the student who came forward endured. I can't stop feeling wise for my decisions.

Opportunities are created by people.

The students who came forward were satisfied with their decision to come forward. At this moment, looking at Zhu Ping'an, the wine bag and rice bag, he felt a lot of cuteness and pleasing to the eye.

"Seriously do one"

"make one"

Everyone was furious, and one by one, they made Zhu Ping'an write a poem seriously, waiting to see Zhu Ping'an's joke, which made Huaining County make a big fool.

Zhou Xuezheng and others also kept their eyes on Zhu Ping'an, to see what laughable and generous poems the man with the wine bag and the rice bag made, and then took them to see Mrs. Fu Zun. , severely punish this person, and even hold Huaining County to blame.

"okay."

Zhu Pingan glanced at everyone and nodded.Everyone is staring at themselves, and if they refuse, it will be too ignorant to praise.Moreover, looking at Zhou Xuezheng's black face, if he doesn't write a poem that will satisfy him this time, I'm afraid that he will kill the chicken and show it to monkeys this time, so don't think about it in the future.This is not what I want to see, everything is inferior, only reading is high, but I want to go a long way on this road.

"That being bitten by a snake and smelling a bird is a joke version of Shili Changting Pavilion. There is a serious version here. Well, that's it."

As Zhu Ping'an spoke, he splashed ink and left a poem on the white rice paper.

Master Hongyi, I'm sorry, if you see this word in modern times hundreds of years later, please scold me less.

After Zhu Ping'an finished writing, he blew the ink slightly, and then handed the rice paper full of words to the student who came forward.

With a mocking smile on his face, the student didn't expect anything from the poems Zhu Ping'an handed over at all. Just now, Zhu Ping'an's gesture of splashing ink was considered as a last resort and bluff.

The student looked at Zhu Ping'an's poems with ridicule, thinking to see what kind of ridiculous poems this "talent" who was bitten by snakes and heard birds was forced by himself.

however

just a glance

The ridicule on the student's face withered away, and he looked constipated.
What's going on? Everyone is very curious, why is this expression on? Could it be that the poems written by that "great talent" are really so unsightly?
So everyone couldn't help but be curious, laughed and asked.

The student couldn't say a word, just handed the rice paper in his hand to everyone, and everyone looked constipated.

When the rice paper was passed to Zhou Xuezheng, the rice paper was already wrinkled by everyone, but the characters on it became more and more clearly visible:
Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green.The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, and the half of friends.A scoop of turbid wine is more than joy, don't dream of cold tonight.

Zhou Xuezheng couldn't take his eyes off the rice paper for a long time
The atmosphere of the Jingxian Poetry Club became very strange at this time. From the beginning of the Poetry Club, everyone was laughing and laughing. Even when they laughed at Zhu Ping'an, it was very lively, but at this moment, the atmosphere was strangely quiet. When a poem is written, someone will comment on it, but at the moment no one speaks out, and everyone looks constipated.

(The third update is over, the number of words in this chapter is not too small, everyone will reluctantly encourage collection and recommend it)
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