"Not bad, good."

"Good poems, good poems, deserved to be Xiao Houye."

"..."

As soon as this poem came out, the field was quiet for a long time.

It seems that Xiao Houye can really make poems.

This poem says that the best masterpiece that is rare for a century is a bit worse, but it is also the best.

Whether it is really Xiaohou, or other ways.

But the object is Xiao Houye, one by one to praise.

Someone even gave a detailed evaluation.

At the same time, Du Tian was also stunned, and his eyes widened.

The poem I copied is this song?

If it weren't for his own hands, he would almost believe it.

Some people seem to want to be touched by Du Tian, ​​touting this poem for a while, and then proposed to observe it carefully.

Zhang Rui refused immediately. If this promised, did you not show the stuffing on the spot?

Ning Zhengzhong went to a grateful look for Zhang Ruizhun. Among the people present, what he wanted most was Xiao Houye as his son -in -law.

Followed by Wu Wang Shizi.

But the latter pushed off directly.

Later, a poem was read out.

"Yimen's poor scholars are empty, and Yimen Hao Shi drinks more alcohol.

The sound of the wine is idle, and the sound of the snow is inspiring. "

When Zhang Rui read this poem, she was inexplicably bright, touched the beard, frowned slowly, brewing for a long time, shaking her head and shaking her head: "Good poems, good poems, poems are also paired with Xue Yin wine tonight,

This poem is this poem. "

"Really good poetry, listen to this poem, I seem to be on the gate of the city, talk to my friends with a smile, and describe the snow scene very well."

Many literati tapped the table in front of the hands and nodded slowly.

Xueyin Wine Club.

Yinxue, wine, friends.

All in this poem are described, and it just echoed this Xue Yin Wine.

If this poem is not a head poem, there is no poem to compare.

Wei Congwei's mouth is not easy to detect slightly.

This question was set by him long ago.

And this poem was thought for a few days, and the sculptures were ground out.

Can it be okay?

"Zhang University, this poem can see that the person who writes the poem is extraordinary, and its mood makes me wait for me to be so happy. I don't know who it is done?"

Many Confucian students stared at Zhang Rui indifferently.

Zhang Rui looked at the signature of the poem and drafted, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "Chen Mo?!"

Zhang Rui doesn't know who this person is.

It stands to reason that I can write such poems, I shouldn't know it.

"Chen Mo ..."

The hall was quiet in an instant, and many literati students frowned slightly. Obviously, I have never heard of such a number of characters.

And many ladies and ladies swept away in the man in the corner.

After a while, everyone's eyes moved.

Chen Mo stood up and arched his hands to everyone: "Chen Mo is below."

"Brother Chen can do it, it will not be revealed!" Although Xu Boyuan guessed what was going on, he applauded and touted. After all, the purpose of his coming here was to create momentum for Chen Mo.

And he heard Xu Boyuan's brother Chen.

The people who knew Chen Mo were out of their eyes suddenly.

It seems that Chen Mo is indeed the confidant of the believer.

"He is Chen Mo!"

"Really a talent, romantic."

"..."

After the crowd looked at each other at each other, there were only praise on their faces.

Even Du Tian blinked and looked at Chen Mo.

For a while, all the limelights were captured by Chen Mo.

However, Ning Zhengzhong's face was gloomy as water, and then took the table directly, and said angrily: "Paramoring, others don't know you, do you know the old man, you do n’t know, you do n’t know this poem, this poem

Can you write it? "

Speaking, Ning Zhengzhong arched his hands at the crowd, and said, "Don't be afraid of everyone's jokes. This person was a nursing home of my Ning family. Because of the following crimes, I was driven out of the Ning family.

One clear, this poem is definitely not what he wrote, he is cheating ... "

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was uproar.

There are scenes in the scene, even if you know, you will not disassemble, because it is easy to offend people to death.

What did Chen Mo do this?

Be big as outside Xueyin Pavilion.

Now it is directly to be unveiled on the spot.

Wei Congwen's face was very weird. He raised his hand and laughed: "Guozi, will there be any misunderstanding during this period ... um ..."

Well for a long time, Wei Congwen didn't know what to say to calm down.

And Ning Zhengzhong made a bite: "He hasn't read him much, how can he make a poem, this poem can only be copied, or please write it."

Wei Congwen's eyes flickered, no sound.

Seeing a look at his eyes, Chen Mo frowned and his eyes were calm. He said: "Since the state boss said that this poem was not written by me, you can have evidence.

? "

Seeing that Chen Mo's eyes were not red and unwilling, he was still lingering, Ning Zhengzhong said angrily: "You said you are not cheating, who can prove that this poem is written?"

Suddenly quiet in the hall.

Ning Zhengzhong is quite a kind of bullying. This is your home. Who do you call someone to prove it?

But the next second, Ning Zhengzhong's face changed.

Everyone is also extremely surprised.

I saw Xu Boyuan stand up suddenly and said, "I can prove."

"I can also prove."

"I can."

As Xu Boyuan stood up, there were a number of son -in -law stood up to prove Chen Mo.

These people are either grandson of the six Shangshu, or the son of the Sixth Sales.

And these people do not know Chen Mo.

There is no need to make a pseudo -prove to Chen Mo.

Therefore, as many people proved to Chen Mo, everyone in the hall suddenly dispelled Chen Mo's doubts.

"Interesting." Du Tian pursed the tea, which was understandable that his aunt would not let him not let him come out at the wine club.

Ning Zhengzhong's face is gloomy as water.

But he still didn't believe it. He said: "The old man does not know how you concealed all the sons, but what you have not read much is a fact, how can you write a poem?"

"I taught."

Hua Lan is full of halls, the hall is bustling, and the sound of uproar is one after another, but it is a delicate drink that makes the audience quiet.

Everyone looked up towards the second floor, but saw a cool and gentle beauty broke free from the restraint of the lower person.

"What do you eat, take the young lady in." Ning Zhengzhong looked at Ning Yuelan, his face was all black. Reading 溂

The face was pale, and Ning Yuelan would go back.

"Miss?!"

The crowd stunned, and immediately shocked: "She is the wife of the country?!"

People in the audience, few know Ning Yuelan.

I am very curious about the protagonist of the reception in my heart.

Now seeing a real person, I can't help but amazed: "The Beauty of the City!"
Chapter completed!