Behind the screen, Xiaohuan, with tears on his face, heard Wu Jie's likable poem, wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare, and his face turned red.

Tang Mi next to him smiled, then looked worried again, murmured: "This Wu Jie is too inappropriate. Maybe you are really not good at poetry, so why do you have to practice yourself?"

Just as several scholars were about to rush up to twist Wu Jie out, Wu Lun stopped them and bowed to Master Tang: "Uncle Tang, since Brother Jie is going to write a limerick, let's make it complete for the sake of his nephew's face."

"Yes, yes, let Mr. Wu Jie finish his lyrics, so that we can see his peerless talent." Everyone immediately came to their senses. Wu Lun was really arrogant and thought that Wu Jie was not ugly enough and continued to play tricks.

Mr. Wu Lun won the first place in the two poems, and became famous. He was already vaguely like a young scholar in Shu. If he walks on the scene in the future, he will inevitably have to deal with him more. It is appropriate to carry people in a sedan chair and sell him a favor.

Besides, teasing Wu Jie, a big fool, is also an interesting thing, so why not do it?

Mr. Tang didn't expect Wu Lun to plead for Wu Jie. He was stunned and said angrily: "Nephew, I always feel that the hall is so turbid today. It turns out that such a bastard has been infiltrated. Even if he asked him to write, he would just make a few nonsense nicknames, which would have defamed our ears. What good things would you say for him?"

Wu Lun resisted his smug smile: "Uncle Tang, since Wu Jie received an invitation from the Tang Mansion to attend this poetry meeting, according to the rules, he can write the poems he wants to write. We can laugh at him for not writing well and scold him for being bullied, but we must not let him make his own voice. Do you think this is the reason?"

Mr. Tang was still angry, but next to him, Wen Tongzhi suddenly spoke slowly: "That's true, Wu Lun is the one who insists on the truth."

"Yes, let him write." Everyone laughed again.

Since Lord Wen was talking, Mr. Tang couldn't refute it. He snorted and sat on the chair, his chest fluttering because of anger.

Looking at the laughing crowd, Wu Jie sneered and started to his heart: Laugh, let’s have a carnival, let’s see what Song Ci is and what is the pinnacle of Chinese classical literature.

He pretended to be a foolish smile and bowed to Mr. Tang: "Master Taishan, do you really want your son-in-law to write lyrics?"

As soon as the words "Old Master Taishan" came out, everyone was stunned. Tang Mi behind the screen was so shocked that she blushed and couldn't help but say "ah".

"You..." Mr. Tang's face turned into a pig's liver, and he waved his hand: "Write quickly, and you'll get out after you finish writing!"

"Haha, you and others actually commented on Wu Lun's lyrics as the first. According to Wu Jie's opinion, the lyrics are outdated. If such a work can be ranked first and spread, wouldn't it make people laugh at me for being no one in Sichuan?" Wu Jie slowly straightened his body, and his thin body suddenly became energetic. It was like a sword that was deshewn, no longer as vulgar as before.

He picked up another cup of mellow Jiannan Shaochun and drank it all. He waved his long sleeves and walked towards the window with his clothes flutteringly. While walking, he chanted loudly:

"The tower is high and locked after the dream,

The curtains were hung low.

But when his spring hatred came... "

These three sentences are strictly just one and a half. They mean that when they wake up from their dream, they only saw the high towers, pavilions and pavilions locked, and the wine was gone, but the curtains were hanging heavily, and the hatred that caused him in the spring of the year came to bother me again.

The words and sentences are ordinary and even a little dull. In addition, Wu Jie is slow to recite, so everyone is impatient and doesn't think there is anything surprising.

However, people who know the goods still feel a stern heart. I have to say that these three sentences are correct in rhythm and tone, and they also write the spring night and the melancholy thoughts in the hazy wine, laying the foundation to a very good foundation.

This is not something a fool can do.

Although there were still strange laughter from the scholars in the hall, the laughter was obviously smaller.

When he walked to the window, Wu Jie stopped, turned his head and looked deep at the screen, but he didn't see Tang Mi.

On the contrary, Caiyun looked up and handed him an encouragement smile.

Wu Jie was a little disappointed, raised his voice and continued to chant: "The fallen flowers are the ones, and the two swifts fly in the rain."

At this point, the first half of the film "Linjiangxian" has been read.

The Tang family was holding the wine glass in anger and drinking. When he heard these two small words, his hands trembled and the wine dripped down. He felt like a cold wind was blowing from the back of his neck, causing the hair to rise up.

The smile on Caiyun's face disappeared, and the right hand placed on the pipa also shook slightly, unable to help but hook it like a spasm, and then lift it, and a soft and melancholy music flowed in the hall.

With this sound of the pipa, everyone seemed to see a pale-faced boy in white looking in the light rain in the spring, looking at the flowers with his hands behind his back. In the dreamy rain curtain, swallows flew back and forth, like the passing years.

No one spoke anymore, except for the music in the hall, it was so quiet that the sound of the needle falling to the ground.

The ridicule on everyone's face was replaced by being fascinated and couldn't help but sit upright.

...

"The fallen flower is the only one who is flying, and the two swifts are flying."

After the screen, Tang Mi recited these two sentences repeatedly in his mind, and there was a crystal clear water vapor in his eyes.

Just as he was about to immerse himself in this heartbreaking and beautiful atmosphere again, Wu Jie suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed open the two flower windows.

"Peng!" With a sound of "Peng", the breeze filled the room, and the boundless moonlight instantly poured into the hall.

The milky white moonlight seemed to have come alive, water flowing among the crowd, and the tables and chairs.

Waving his sleeves again, Wu Jie looked like a monstrous immortal in the clouds and mist.

There was only one gaze that was hot and hot, and it still looked at the screen, as if it was about to see through it.

"I remember seeing Xiaopin for the first time,

Two-center-like character Luoyi.

The lovesickness is said on the strings of the pipa.

The bright moon was there at that time.

I once returned with a colorful cloud.”

...

"I remember the first meeting of Xiaopin, the word "Luyi" is a two-centered character."

Tang Mi looked down at the dark red shirt on her body, and tears finally dripped down unscrupulously, and was swallowed by the moonlight in a blink of an eye: "Xiaopin, isn't Xiaopin me?"

"I vaguely remember the situation when Xiaopin and I met in the afternoon. She was wearing a shirt embroidered with the word "center". At this moment, someone plucked the strings of the pipa to express the taste of homesickness, just as bright as jade as the moonlight at this time, but she was like a colorful cloud floating away, with no news."

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