A quarter of an hour later, Meng Chunhui and Ding Haishi stopped writing one after another and had finished writing the poem "Yong Mei". They both wiped the sweat from their foreheads and breathed a sigh of relief.
After racking their brains, I finally wrote it down. At this moment, the two of them didn't care about elaborating. It was a good thing to be able to communicate.
Meng Xing glanced at it, "There are no amazing words or sentences, it's very ordinary, a little uneven, barely passable."
A student from Qingfeng College immediately read it out, and immediately dozens of students from Qingfeng College applauded, each one in awe.
The same goes for the students of the Imperial College. Each one of them tried their best to praise their students and applauded Ding Haishi warmly.
It seems that these two people have become peerless talents, full of talents and outstanding talents and wisdom.
Princess Yangping still looked cold and dignified. She glanced at Meng Xing and said, "Mr. Meng, please compose a lyric too."
Meng Xing was slightly startled, why is this involving me again? Isn't this trying to trick me? If I were not a time traveler and had a thicker skin, I would be embarrassed to death here today.
Meng Xing pretended not to hear.
Everyone was also stunned, and they couldn't understand why Princess Yangping asked someone around her to compose a song. Isn't this person the princess's bodyguard?
Everyone looked at Meng Xing and saw that he was wearing a blue suit, but it was not the uniform of a guard. He looked handsome, handsome and talented.
The stunning woman next to him was about the same appearance as the princess, but she had a more ethereal aura, like a fairy, as if she could not eat the fireworks of the world, and was less aggressive.
Zhuo Lingyan pushed Meng Xing: "I'm calling you, don't pretend to be deaf."
Meng Xing said: "I'm not a scholar, I'm just a martial arts practitioner and I can't write poetry."
The scholars present saw that Zhuo Lingyan and Meng Xing seemed to be very familiar with each other, and they all felt envious and jealous. How could such vulgar martial arts be favored by fairies?
"If you are asked to write, just write. Don't be so mother-in-law." Zhuo Lingyan said.
Meng Xing glanced at the cool and beautiful princess, and saw that she was glaring at him, as if she was going to eat him if he didn't write. Wasn't this forcing me to show my dignity in front of others?
If I had known this, I would not admit that I wrote that poem. No, if I didn't admit it, how could I explain that my revisions were the same as that plagiarism dog Ding Haishi? What happened today was too coincidental.
Meng Xing remained calm, "I am a porter, not a plagiarist, because the poems I wrote are not available in this world, and I have not plagiarized poems and articles written by scholars in this world."
"Princess, this person is not a scholar, nor is he a student from our two universities. If he competes with us in poetry, isn't this an insult to students from our universities?" A student from the Imperial College glanced at Ding Hai, jumped out, and handed over his hand.
said.
"Yes! Yes! Let a vulgar person who is uneducated in writing write poetry is an insult to us students who have studied hard for ten years. Poetry and writing are the way of sages and are extremely sacred. How can we let such a person
Come to humiliate me?" A student from Qingfeng Academy also said.
"Yes! Yes! How can such a person write poetry?"
"Princess, look, this person has a troubled face. He looks like a mother-in-law. It's obvious that he doesn't have any ink in his stomach. How can he write?"
"Princess, you have been deceived by this person. He has a traitorous look on his face and is obviously not a good person."
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Students from the two universities jumped out immediately and sprayed Meng Xing with insults, making him useless.
Just now, people from the two universities wanted to tear each other's people into pieces, but now they are unanimous in speaking out, obviously seeing Meng Xing's threat.
This man came at the same time as the princess just now, and he was accompanied by a beautiful woman. He obviously had something to do with the princess, otherwise how could he go with the princess?
It's too much! I haven't even slapped you in the face, but you jumped out and made me useless. I eat your food, and you suppress me like this? If a tiger doesn't show its power, you just treat it like a tiger.
Am I a sick cat? Meng Xing complained in his heart.
He walked to the desk, picked up his pen and meditated, thinking about what words to write in praise of Mei.
Many students present sneered. They were not scholars and wanted to write poems, but it was useless even if they tried.
Poetry, articles, and the teachings of sages are so sacred, how can a cat or a dog write them?
Many students made "hiss" sounds.
Zhuo Lingyan looked a little nervous. Although he saw Meng Xing compose a poem just now, he was worried that he was a blind cat and a dead rat. He happened to have written a poem like this before.
Now that everyone is watching, I have become a little nervous. It is much more difficult to come up with new poems all at once.
If one is not good, it may make the magnanimous people laugh.
Princess Yangping, on the other hand, has a cold and noble look, and the expression on her face makes it difficult to see her inner thoughts.
On the other side, Zhou Jingyun and Xu Linfeng had recognized Meng Xing and looked surprised. They didn't expect that he would come to the capital. When did this happen?
Moreover, he climbed up to and got to know the princess as soon as he arrived. This method is really powerful.
Even those of them who have been in the capital for many years have no chance to behave in front of the princess, let alone get to know her.
No wonder that when he was asked to come to Goulan in the capital to listen to music, he was too lazy to come. It turned out that with such a reserve army, there was no need to worry about his future.
Also, why is there another beautiful woman next to him? She is so beautiful, either a senior sister or a younger sister, or another beautiful woman.
At Yuanwu Villa, there are also many beauties waiting for him.
At this time, Meng Xing had already begun to write, dipped in ink and swiped the brush on the rice paper, and the brush moved quickly and swiftly.
"Business Master, Yong Mei."
The five thin gold fonts are like paintings, elegant and elegant, unique and eye-catching.
"Huh! So what if you can write well? There are many people who can write well, but not everyone can write poetry." A student said sourly.
No one agreed with him. Everyone watched nervously as Meng Xing continued to write, and the atmosphere around him became a little stagnant.
"Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches."
The straightforward sentences describe the scenery vividly. It seems as if wind, rain and snow are appearing in front of you. The breath of spring is coming. The cliffs hundreds of feet have been frozen, but the plum blossoms are still blooming proud of the snow, and are pretty and tall.
The students present suddenly felt a sudden surge in their hearts and had an unpleasant feeling. They looked at each other in confusion as they recited these words.
Meng Chunhuai and Ding Haishi raised their foreheads and stretched out their sleeves to wipe away the sweat. Their eyes were fixed on the familiar handwriting on the rice paper, and they felt a little trembling in their hearts.
"Quiet doesn't fight for spring, she only repays it when it comes. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes."
Many students present felt as if there was a huge roar of thunder above their heads, and they were all stunned.
"...When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes." This personified sentence describes the plum blossoms so vividly, as if there is a stunning beauty, not afraid of the cold, standing unyieldingly in front of everyone, showing off
A bright smile.
"This...this..." Many students were dumbfounded, thinking that this poem was extremely well written and was simply a masterpiece.
Compared with what Meng Chunhui and Ding Hai wrote, it is completely different. What those two students wrote is just the same.