The cool breeze pounced on Liu Nong from the pond along the finger of the young man in the green robe, raising his crown belt. Everyone once again focused their eyes here.

Liu Nong was in the eyes of everyone looking at him, his mouth raised lightly, brushed his robe, and he slightly lowered his head toward Mrs. Wei, and wanted to get up. But he sighed in his heart: Oh, Wang Xizhi, Wang Xizhi, you are Yu Tu, I am Tiger Head, everyone has the same nicknames, why are you too anxious to fight each other?

Wang Xizhi, whose courtesy name is Yishao, was nicknamed Yu Tu.

Director Wang looked at the little husband opposite the pond. His moon-white robe was clear and clean. His eyes were like black beads, and he knelt upright, neither shocked nor stagnant, and he had a lot of magic. When he looked at the nephew beside him, he suddenly felt that the two of them were like lotus flowers blooming in one place, one was a white lotus and the other was a green lotus.

Xi Jian saw Wang Dao's expression fall at a glance. Seeing that he wanted to ask, he smiled and said about Liu Nong. His voice was slender, like a stream of water. Wang Dao nodded slowly and said in his heart: Before Wei Shubao arrived, Mrs. Wei came. It is not said that Wei was deliberately neglecting me. Today I want to serve my king, and revitalize the hearts of the northern family. This Wei family is the pillar of the northern family, so we should not ignore it. Well, if Liu Xiaolangjun really has something to do, what if he gave him an aristocratic status? Everything is important!

For ten months, he deliberately suppressed the children of several major families in the northern region without evaluating them, so he just waited for today.

Having made up his mind, he smiled at his nephew, "Yu Tu, how do you know that young man is younger than you?"

The young man in green robe replied, "I can speak for myself when I am young." His voice was crisp and vague, but his eyes kept chasing Liu Nong.

It was true that Qingyan was everywhere, and he only had two little kids, so of course he had to fight each other.

"oh……"

Director Wang smiled, looked at Xi Jian, and laughed and said, "Since that's the case, please ask the young man opposite him, how old is Yixu?"

"Elder? Can you guy..." Liu Nong was about to get up, but Mrs. Wei didn't say anything, and he really couldn't tell her temperament, so he had to ask again.

Mrs. Wei still did not answer, but raised her lips and looked at Zhu Tao with a glance. Zhu Tao seemed to have figured out her feelings. She stood up and looked at the stone in front of the pond, bowed and smiled: "Prince, I have a good poem. I am just trying to comment on the prince and all the elegant people. I don't know if I can present it first to consult the nature of the wine!"

The Zhu family in Jiangdong was also an unattainable object that Director Wang tried his best to win over.

Seeing him come out, Wang Dao smiled and said, "Since Churen has good poems, why don't you present them quickly? Could it be that you want to hide them and plant them under the plum tree again?"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

Zhu Tao loved plum blossoms and once received a poem when he was young. He recited it back and forth, and deeply felt that this poem was the best he wrote, so he wanted to find a place to treasure it. He hid it all over the place, on the beams, under the bed, and in the deep cabinet, and always felt that it was not appropriate. Finally, he saw the old plum blossoms in the courtyard stretching out branches to the sky, like a palm, and wanted to ask for the manuscript of the poem in his hand. He was very happy, so he ordered someone to plant the poem under the plum tree, then lay a blanket on it, and lingered on it all day long.

"hey-hey!"

Zhu Tao smiled and looked at the laughter as if it had not been heard. He raised his body and came out of the seat, walked to the edge of the pond, and chanted loudly at the autumn water all over the pond: "This body is in the ice and snow forest, and it is not mixed with the fragrance of peaches and plums; suddenly, the fragrance spreads overnight, and it spreads into the world and the spring of thousands of miles."

His voice was loud and clanging. Although it was not Luo Shengyong, he had a kind of aura of a big bell. Liu Nong was both ashamed and astonished: he was worthy of being Zhu Yiyang, the future commander of the Western Barbarians, the governor of Yizhou. The founding of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and even Wang Dun's rebellion, and dozens of wars were fought in every scene. He was almost always there.

The sound chased the water, and the wind blew and waves, swept out one by one. The children of aristocratic families in the pool were all taken by their poems, their momentum and their sound.

Huan Yi suddenly stood up and asked with his hips, "Is the Zhu family in Yiyang a man?"

Although the Zhu family in Yiyang and Zhu family in Jiangdong were separated by two places and had branches in the same clan, they had been in contact with each other since the Han Dynasty. Zhu Tao had followed his father since childhood, avoiding the rebellion of the Eight Kings and crossing the Yangtze River, and lived in the Zhu family in Jiangdong. Therefore, Hengyi had this question.

Zhu Tao stood up and replied, "That's right!"

Then he seemed to find out that he was a little too much. In a blink of an eye, he saw Mrs. Wei's long eyelashes puffing, and his eyes were a little unkind. He quickly made a joke, smiled awkwardly, and asked loudly: "What's this poem?"

"How wonderful!"

Huan Yi was also a romantic figure. He first took the sound of Zhu Tao, and then he thought about poetry and clapped his hands to praise him. After he opened his head, the people in the pool shook their heads and chanted, and the praises continued.

After carefully savoring the poem with Xi Jian, he smiled and said, "This poem has a very good idea. Although it is covered with ice and snow, how can the world be hidden? When the wind blows, it will be fragrant thousands of miles away. Well, Mr. Xi, how many ratings can you evaluate?"

Xi Jian said: "If you talk about words, you can be the second grade. If you talk about meaning and rhyme, you can get the first grade."

Director Wang also nodded and said yes.

Zhu Tao laughed loudly, took another step, and the wooden clogs were about to wade in the water, and said in the wind: "Wang Gong, Duke Xi, can you tell who wrote this poem?"

Wang Daoqi said: "Oh, isn't it just Chu Ren?"

Zhu Tao slowly shook his head, walked to the Wei family's children with a shocked and suspicious look, and helped the young man who was pressing his knees and frowned, and held hands out. Before he reached the pool, he turned around and entered the desk and drank it with a cup. His expression between his eyebrows was quite satisfying.

Could it be that he? Such a child can write this poem?

Quiet! Then there was an uproar and no one dared to believe it!

When the sound of buzzing ants sounded, Liu Nong was no longer embarrassed. He stood beside the autumn pond, letting the autumn wind robe, and letting his eyes look like a knife. The small green crown is the moonlight robe; the clear water is as deep as a lake, and the little man's eye socket is the same, unfathomable. The orchid jade on his waist dances with the robe; the jade, which shines with smoke, is exiled to the mortal world by the mountains and rivers.

I don’t know who it was, but exclaimed: “This is the immortal of the pure spirit, and we are all dirty!”

After hearing this, Mrs. Wei finally showed a little smile on her lips. However, Wang Dao and Xi Jian's faces were different, and the young man in the green robe had his eyes as bright as a blazing one, and his light was shining.

Xi Jian said again: "Maohong knows who is the person with fins on the cliff?"

Director Wang smiled and said, "That's this son!"

"It's ridiculous, it's extremely ridiculous!"

At this moment, a cold voice came out through the water, and a person walked out of the deep willow, waving his white hair into everyone's sight.

As expected, he was a petty figure, so he couldn't help but come out! Liu Nong's face did not change his expression, but he smiled coldly in his heart, and turned slightly to see what he would do. When doing things, when he acted, he would do something and not do anything! At this time, anyone who wanted to block his way forward would draw his sword and push forward.

Yu Liang put his hands on the white hair mattress, bowed to the huge rock, and then glanced at the mattress, and said lazily: "As far as I know, this young man is the grandson of Liu Ling, Zhulin. Liu Ling has been fond of wine all his life, and he is foolish all his son. If he is foolish, how can he be so wise? Could it be that he copied the work of a great wise man and named it for this sensational?"

If this statement is to be punished, if he confirms that Liu Nong is such a person. Such virtues are detrimental and he will definitely not be able to enter the elegant hall. Don’t talk about the gentry, even those common people will not be able to obtain it.

Mrs. Wei was furious and looked sideways. Wei Tong was indeed not in his position. But deep in the willow forest, a corner of the robe appeared. Someone was shocked to look at each other. Who would have come if it wasn't Wei Tong? He cursed secretly: "Idiot! He actually made a sword for others!"

Director Wang frowned and looked at Liu Nong, and everyone was also surprised to see each other. The silence was so quiet that the autumn wind could be heard vaguely. Even the sound of fish swimming through the water in the pool seemed to be in my ears.

It’s better to deceive a gentleman than to mess with villains!

Liu Nong's chest was filled with anger as if he was like a wave. At this point, no one could help him. If he was clear, he could only rely on others in everything. If he was straight, he would like to make a sound.

Xi Jian said loudly: "I also have a poem that I can share with you."

He said this very timely, and the ice layer was broken, and the atmosphere was relieved. Everyone was inexplicably relieved. Wang Daoxin had deep hills and valleys, and he was unwilling to be disappointed by this matter. He quickly laughed and said, "It's wonderful. If you can get Xi Gong to recite poems, you will be blessed people here!"

Xi Jian is different from others. He has military power and guards a dangerous place, but is not lazy in Jiangdong. He is a hot-handed person. Even Sima Rui treats him like an elder, and wins him over with all his heart. How dare these Nantou families be negligent and speak out to accompany him.

Xi Jian rose up long, swayed to the tip of the huge rock, and faced Liu Nongnong far away. He looked deeply and saw that although Liu Nong was in danger, he was not shocked or afraid, but his face was high. He was extremely happy, and his face was filled with a smile. He faced the wind of the pool and said, "Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a line of egrets went into the blue sky; the window contained the snow in the West Ridge for thousands of years, and the door was moored by the ships of Dongwu thousands of miles."

He is Luo Shengyong, every word is like a drum, and aroused like an ice edict. After a poem is finished, he stood on the stone with his hands behind his back, looking at Liu Nong without saying a word.

"How wonderful!"

Director Wang slapped the table and praised it, stood up, and said loudly: "This poem by Mr. Xi is wonderful, its meaning is like Cang Cang, its spirit is like a daze, and every word is really a good person to write in heaven. How wonderful!"

Xi Jian turned around and smiled and said, "Maohong knows, who wrote this poem?"

"Um?"

Director Wang narrowed his eyes, leaned back slightly, looked at the smile in his eyes, was startled and blurted out: "Will this Liu Xiaolangjun do it again?"

Seeing that Xi Jian was smiling strongly, he sucked his palm and sighed, "Is it strange that these two poems have the same style. Well, the sentences are hidden in the beauty, and this boy is not ordinary."

Having said that, he walked out around the desk and worked with Xi Jian. He said to Liu Nong at the other end of the pond, "Since Mr. Xi has made you clear, you should be as clear as jade. How can you not appreciate such a beautiful son? I have known all your affairs. After the gathering, I will go with Mr. Maoyi."

Liu Nong took a deep breath, bowed a long time and said, "Liu Nong, thank you for your prince." He raised his tribute to Xi Jian for a short half of a moment, and then bowed to the pond water, and then retreated silently, without even looking at Yu Liang, as if he was ignoring it.

When he retreated, he heard Director Wang say "Poetry, a rating!"

Yu Liang's face turned slightly red and she shook her head away. When she reached nowhere, she stared at Liu Nong fiercely.

As soon as Liu Nong sat down after the case, Zhu Tao came over and said, "Tiger head, you need to be careful. That guy is not a good guy at first glance. It is common sense that you are beautiful in the forest now and are jealous of others. Such a person... If you meet him in the future, you can avoid him and you don't have to see him like him!"

Liu Nong felt warm in his heart, pressed his knees and lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu, who is young, has all his behavior inappropriately. If he makes him hate him, he can only feel uneasy and be cautious in the future."

As he said that, he bowed deeply to Mrs. Wei again and said, "Thank you, elder!"

At this time, he knew that the reason why Mrs. Wei did not let him have a case at that time but asked Zhu Tao to come forward first was because he was afraid that he would not be able to write a better poem again for a while. Such thoughts were already a sincere love, so how could he thank him without being courteous?

Mrs. Wei said coldly: "You don't need to thank me, I have never helped you. Since Mr. Xi appreciated you, why do you come to my Wei family? Shubao..."

Liu Nong was anxious and said, "Elder..."

Mrs. Wei had a thin eyebrows and looked straight at her. She was not happy when she was interrupted by him, but she saw that her forehead was covered with sweat. She rarely showed her emotions on weekdays, and she was very anxious when she was doing this. She couldn't help but soften and said in a loud voice: "Forget it, I have never falsely said anything. I will definitely give you an explanation for Weitong."

Before Liu Nong could speak, she was already straight and looked straight ahead. Liu Nong poured wine for her, and she counted her breaths silently, carried the cup and sipped it lightly.

At this time, Wei Xie was still painting and didn't care about anything outside. Yu Liang didn't know where he was hiding. Guo Pu was left alone under the willow tree. Someone invited him to drink with him, but he held a willow leaf and smiled and refused. A big white fish flew out of the pond, raising the water, and her white body was above the water surface, pulling out the water curtain like a bead curtain, and it disappeared as soon as it came out, which shocked everyone.

"How wonderful!"

Someone praised it, and the person beside him immediately asked, "What's the wonder?"

The man touched his head and couldn't answer it. Guo Pu's eyes shrank quietly, and he folded his finger in his hand, replacing: "The wonder is that it cannot be exhausted to words, and things cannot be exhausted to the pen!"

"This is amazing!"

Everyone thought about it carefully and deeply. When they were looking for it, it was so wonderful. When they looked at Guo Pu again, they saw him turn around and hide in the depths of the willows and left quietly.

Wang Dao and Xi Jian returned together. Seeing that their nephew's eyes were blurred, they were wondering what they were thinking. They patted his shoulder gently and said with a smile: "Yu Tu, Liu Xiaolangjun has already presented two good poems in a row. It's your turn!"

The young man in green robe woke up in shock, muttering something in his mouth, wandering for several degrees. The lying silkworm frowned and relaxed, pointed at Liu Nong, and shouted: "If you talk about poetry, today, I am not as good as you!"

Even though they were young, they were still very embarrassed. However, these poems were not written by themselves, so they were a little ashamed.

Liu Nong stood up and bowed to the young man in the green robe on the huge stone, saying, "Mr. Wang, too good!"

The young man in the green robe suddenly appeared between his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I can't compare to you with poetry, but you may not be able to surpass me in my calligraphy. Come on the pen!"

When he reached out, a follower offered his hair and began to put on the paper. He picked up the pen and smiled: "Today, I will write these two seven-character poems you wrote!"

Here comes Mrs. Wei!
Chapter completed!