After Chu Tianxiu finished the question, he looked at Xie Lingyun with a smile and asked him to start first.

In the inn hall, Xie Lingyun began to ponder and walk and write poems.

On today's day of the big happy list, Xiao Hunhou actually used the title of sorrow and directly destroyed the celebration poems he had prepared for the palace examination.

The little marquis gave a limited range of poems.

It should be as consistent as possible. The experience of Xiaohunhou falling into the street at the winter night should also be titled "sorrow", and the word "wine" should be included in the poem.

Xie Lingyun took seven steps and had already made up his mind.

He immediately chanted slowly: "Xie Lingyun gave Xiao Hunhou a song to "Drunk and Sorrow": When you get it, you sing and stop when you lose it, you will be sad and sad. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow."

"good!"

"Seven steps into poetry is worthy of being the best poetic master in Jinling! Xie Lingyun is sad, wine, complacent, frustration, singing, and sorrow. There is wine today, and the worry tomorrow is better!"

"Brother Xie is famous again, it's worth a drink!"

The "medium" students immediately praised each other and shouted happily.

"In a hurry, a poem is mys!"

Xie Lingyun was quite proud and bowed to Chu Tianxiu, "Please give me advice!"

In the hall, Dong Xianliang, Chao Fangzheng and ten "high-end" students savored it carefully, and they all smiled and nodded, and they also thought it was very good.

Being able to write such a high-level poem within a short time of breath is definitely the first-class master in poetry and essays.

Most of the students in the hall were difficult to do.

It seems that Xie Lingyun is going to win the first game of this poem.

...

Next, it was Xiaohunhou's turn to write poems, comparing the differences between the two people's poems.

Those who lose will be punished with a jar of wine.

Chu Tianxiu stood up and said lightly: "Come on two plaques that can be hung on the side of the door and erected!"

The disciples were puzzled.

Isn't it satisfying to use bamboo slips?

Do you actually have to use super-large signs to write poems and hang them for people to see?

Since the establishment of the Hongmen Inn, there have been many famous masters of all dynasties, including the three dukes and nine ministers, hanging on bamboo slips for future generations to admire.

But these are all famous works that can withstand the test of later generations and the long years. How could ordinary scholars dare to hang their poems in Hongmen Inn, not to be afraid of embarrassing!

Even though Xie Lingyun is known as the best poet and essay master in youth, his fame has not yet reached such a famous scholar in the world. He dare not hang his poems on the wall and let future generations comment.

Soon, Li Gannian ran out and brought two blank vertical plaques.

There are many literati and poets in this inn, so the brush and ink are naturally a common thing.

The disciples surrounded him, curious about what Xiaohunhou wanted to write.

Chu Tianxiu picked up his pen and waved it on two plaques.

Joey said in a gentle voice:

"The little husband Chu Tianxiu is wandering in Changle Street, two copper coins and a glass of cold wine, and is given to Hongmen Inn: "Singing Slowly·Searching and Searching"!"

"Search and search, cold and deserted, miserable and miserable. When it is still cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can it be against him? The wind comes at night! The geese pass by, but they are sad, but they are acquaintances in the old days."

"The yellow flowers are piled up on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? How can you grow black by guarding the window alone? The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it is bit by bit by bit. This time, how can you say sorrow!"

There are two plaques on the left and right, and one line of poems on each.

Chu Tianxiu closed his pen and finished writing.

In the hall of Hongmen Inn, there were many scholars and Confucian scholars around him, surrounded by a mess, dumbfounded and silent.

This is not a poem.

Not a fu, either.

It is a new style that has never been seen before.

This new style is not a random fabrication, it is obviously very rhythmic.

This rhythm is unprecedented, and it is constantly superimposed with momentum and has an amazing impact.

Just the beginning sentence.

"Search and search, cold and deserted, miserable and miserable."

Through repeated repetitions, everyone was instantly brought to a desolate situation where they were, and they felt cold all over their bodies.

"When it's still cold, it's hard to calm down."

This is clearly the little Hunhou, who was wandering between the warm inns on the cold streets, and was extremely anxious and could not get a portrayal of a moment of rest.

"How can three cups and two light wine be against him? The wind comes in the evening!"

Xiao Hunhou was at Hongmen Inn, wanting to have a glass of cold wine to warm up, but he was deeply trapped in the Jedi who was demoted to be a son-in-law. He ran out of the inn amid the hilarious humiliation of the Confucian scholars and fell into the biting cold wind again.

How desolate this is.

This sentence only shows "light wine", but does not see the word "sorrow", but uses "how to resist the wind coming late" to express "sorrow" to the fullest.

Whether it is an appropriate description of the scene at that time or the artistic conception displayed, every word is like a knife and every sentence is so painful.

Finally, the ending was with "How can you be sad this time!"

Throughout the article, every word is filled with Xiao Hunhou's blood and tears, and it is heart-wrenching.

"Son-in-law~!"

As Joo was chanting, a sore feeling at the tip of her nose, and she burst into tears.

She never thought that on the night of the winter solstice, she would be so hurtful to her son-in-law on the street and ask for a glass of wine in the inn.

It turned out that my son-in-law was in such pain, but no one could tell him about it.

Until today, she realized that her son-in-law had suffered so much in her heart.

Xie Lingyun widened his eyes, couldn't believe it, and fell to the bench in a daze.

He fought with Xiaohunhou for poetry, which was a temporary idea, and Xiaohunhou could not have any preparation in advance.

Let’s not talk about the content of this poem, whether it is well written.

Just by Xiao Hunhou's stroke, he created an unprecedented new style of writing.

This difficulty is not comparable to writing a seven-character poem!

Xiao Hunhou's literary level is so high that it is more than one great level than him.

Let’s talk about the content of this new poem.

He was so sad that he felt sad that he felt so sad that he was so incredible.

...

The Lord Father Yan kept reciting this "New Style Poem" repeatedly in his heart, which was deeply shocked.

Poetry does not necessarily follow a fixed old format. It is also a matter of success when it is broken and new.

This poem obviously greatly breaks through the format constraints of poetry and enters a new literary and artistic realm.

In contrast, although Xie Lingyun's poems are good, they are too simple and do not have much chewyness or in-depth experience.

But Xiao Hunhou's new style poem is extremely stunning. Even if he has been savoring it for three or five years, it is still full of flavor.

This new poem is written more than just Xiao Hunhou himself.

In a trance, the Lord's Father Yan recalled the poverty and arduous relationship he was when he was young. He was still wandering around in the cold winter, lonely and helpless.

"How can three cups and two light wine be against him? The wind comes in the evening!"

How empathy is this kind of desolation!

I'm afraid in the future, as long as he thinks of the hardships of the past, he will think of this new poem.

This poem is probably the famous works hanging in the entire Hongmen Inn are eclipsed.

The disciples were shocked and immersed in a dead silence that could be lowered by needles. They all were immersed in the shock brought by this new poem.

...

Chu Tianxiu put down his pen, clapped his hands, and said lightly:

"Hang these two plaques on both sides of the gate of Hongmen Inn and nail them up. This is the "Hunhou New Word" by this little marquis, so I will give it to Hongmen Inn as a treasure of the store! Xiang Dashang, this little marquis's handwriting treasure, you must keep it carefully! This little marquis often comes to see it."

"Little Marquis..."

When the shopkeeper Xiang Da was about to burst into tears after hearing this.

This clearly means nailing Hongmen Inn to the shameful frame, which will be passed down through the ages!

From now on, I'm afraid everyone in Jinling City knows the sad story of Xiao Hunhou exchanging two copper coins at Hongmen Inn for a glass of cold wine.

He, the shopkeeper Xiang Da, is the sarcastic and vicious villain in the story, bullying the miserable and miserable little marquis.

This plaque must be hung at the entrance of the inn for passers-by to admire, point fingers and stick the backbone.

Oh my God!

What should I do!
Chapter completed!