Zhang Yang glanced at everyone with a very arrogant expression. He let you feel your talent well, but I’m afraid you won’t dare to write after listening to it!

"Get wine!"

Zhang Yang said to Lu Rui beside him. The little girl was very worried at this time. She really didn't know what poems her cynical young master would write. Now that she saw everyone's eyes gathered on Zhang Yang, she was very worried about Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang gave her a look of peace of mind. It seems that the brainwashing of this little girl is not thorough enough. She will still doubt her words. It is really a failure. Shouldn't she blindly believe everything she said, and always thinks that this young master is.

The best, the best, is omnipotent?

Although he was very suspicious, Lu Rui still walked to the tableside and picked up the wine pot. At this time, no matter what Zhang Yang had to do, he could not drag him down.

Zhang Yang reached out to take it, bowed the wine pot to the bright moon in the sky, whispered to the head, drank it hard, and snatched it, smashed the wine pot to the ground, walked to the side where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed for everyone to write, and picked it up

The brush is made in one go.

He threw the pen, Zhang Yang looked up at everyone, took Lu Rui through the crowd, and came to the lakeside.

Just now, I drank a big pot of wine to show my heroism. Although the amount of wine at this time was not high, it was equivalent to beer in later generations, but the amount of alcohol that Zhang Ying did not drink from later generations was not brought along with the passage of time.

Come here, it has to be said to be a pity. Now the alcohol tolerance of this body makes Zhang Yang ashamed. Even a girl can drink him at home!

"Haha, it's because I can't write down my shame and leave!"

"At such a young age, I'm so timid now!"

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Du Pengfei was very happy and hurriedly concealed his front teeth that were too happy and opened his mouth wide. He walked to the front several days ago, "I will read this masterpiece for everyone to appreciate it!"

"Haha, Brother Du, why don't you recite it quickly, we can't wait!"

Everyone burst into laughter, watching other people's fun is often the most joyful. Now that they have the opportunity to participate, how can they not be dedicated to it? It seems that seeing other people's jokes will be of great help to themselves.

Du Pengfei picked up Zhang Yang's poem with both hands, his face was smiling, but when he touched the words on the paper, his pupils suddenly shrank, Zhang Yang deliberately wanted to shake these people, and when he was writing, he deliberately used the practice method, and by chance

Opportunity, Zhang Yang found that if he was writing while using his mind while writing, the effect would be hard for him to believe.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, as if the emperors were flying dragons. He came like thunder and frightened, and as if the rivers and seas were condensed in clear light.

In Du Pengfei's eyes, the flamboyant words were like sword dancing, shattering his pride into pieces. It was like a duck trampling on his neck, unable to make a sound.

When reading the poem written by Zhang Yang, Du Pengfei felt a sense of grimace on his face, smiled bitterly, and sighed and turned around and left.

Everyone was still waiting for him to recite poems to have some fun. Who knew that he would have this expression after reading the poems. He turned around and left without saying anything. Everyone was even more curious about what kind of killing weapon Zhang Yang wrote?

He was able to kill Du Pengfei, the always proud young master Du speechlessly!

"When will the moon come in the sky? I will stop drinking and ask:

People cannot get the bright moon, but the moon is following people?

As bright as a flying mirror approaches the Dan Palace, the green smoke disappears and the clear light is shining?

But when I saw Xiao coming from the sea, I knew that it was not right in the clouds?

The white rabbit pounds medicine and falls back to spring. Who is Chang'e's neighbor?

People today do not see the moon in ancient times, but the moon once shines on the ancients.

The ancients and modern people were like flowing water, and they all looked at the bright moon.

I only wish that when singing and drinking, the moonlight shines in the golden cup."

Finally, someone couldn't help but pick up the Changyang poem and started to read it, but after reading it, he was stunned. This, this, this, this, this, what was written by that person just now?

I looked up and wanted to verify it from everyone, but their performance was not as good as myself, and they were immersed in this poem and were not yet awake.

I don't know how long it took, everyone woke up, their eyes full of shame. They were really disappointed. How could they not write poetry? If this is considered to be the category of not being able to write poetry, then what would they be considered

Woolen cloth?

For a moment, it was silent around here and there was no one talking!

"Haha, I knew you are a talented man!"

Li Yi came out of nowhere, and after coming to Furong Garden, the two separated. Now they slapped Zhang Yang on the shoulder as soon as they appeared. The force was so strong that even with Zhang Yang's bearing, they couldn't help frowning. This was intentional.

Yes!

"Hehe, your poems are being recited all over the garden. Alas, since I heard what you wrote, how many talented men are sighing and regret not taking action earlier. Now, after listening to you, it is difficult to realize it and embarrass you.

Now!"

ah!

Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide, and he really didn't expect that such a thing would happen. Just now, he was just angry at the aggressiveness of the flower rooster, so he used Li Bai's poem to kill him as a pride. Who would have thought that there would be these chain reactions?

How did this make him feel so conscious? Zhang Dashao became shy. He didn't intend to steal the title of Li Bai's immortal. Is this really appropriate? Zhang Dashao's eyes turned, in order to improve the level of poetry in the early Tang Dynasty as soon as possible and accelerate culture

Even if I have made it to pieces, I have just learned from it in advance. Anyway, the immortal doesn’t care about these drizzles.

After thinking through these, Chang Yang's head suddenly became thrust. He is a literary porter who contributes to the improvement of his poetry level. Thinking of this, I am really great!

"Grandpa, something strange happened today."

The woman in the palace dress quickly walked into the room in the pleasure boat and said to an old man with gray hair and beard. She felt a little excited on her face, as if something was still playing. This woman was Kong Qingyun.

The old man looked up and looked a little helpless. He was an 18-year-old girl and was still as unqualified as a child. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't want to move.

"grandfather!"

Seeing the old man indifferent, Kong Qingyun pouted her mouth, her voice was sweet and greasy, making Kong Yingda not bit her tongue. The girl's lethality was getting stronger and stronger.

"What makes you so excited that you don't even talk about the rules?"

Kong Yingda's face was so deep that he was just a granddaughter. He was so petty at a young age. After he grew up, he realized the harm. He didn't follow the rules at all, which made Lord Kong very troubled. He was so old, he was an old girl, even a woman in the family.

No, what to do in the future

"Grandpa, this is a poem published in the poetry club tonight!"

Kong Qingyun put a few thin pieces of paper in front of Kong Yingda and looked at him with a smile.

"Well, this should be the masterpiece of this poetry meeting!"

Kong Yingda reached out to touch the lace beard, picked up the first piece of paper and prepared to appreciate it.

"This, what's the writing!"

Old Man Kong was originally sitting there with the old god, but when he saw the first article, he successfully broke his skills.

"The moon is in the sky, and the water is deep in the middle. The waves of the rocks rise, and the moon shadows break into the sky."

Old Man Kong's eyes were so angry that his eyes turned red. What is this logic? What is it written? Change another one.

"The fairy in the moon came down to the mortal world and stole a boy's heart. She died in a spring dream under the peony flowers, and she was a romantic man without regrets."
Chapter completed!