"Since ancient times, writing poems about characters has been the most difficult, not to mention the most difficult thing to write about the appearance of a young man. In such a short time, I'm afraid even Mr. Lu couldn't do it!"
"Haha, do you really think he can write good poetry? I think he may not even recognize all the words!"
"Haha, that's true..."
Everyone immediately gathered together and talked quietly, not daring to let Zhao Xiaole hear.
And their words were mostly ridiculed.
They had never heard of any eunuch who could write a good poem!
Lu Zhilian also had some contempt in his eyes. He was angry at Zhao Xiaole for causing trouble, so he wanted to make him look embarrassed, so he nodded and said: "Please start!"
In the eyes of everyone who were full of ridicule, Zhao Xiaole clapped the folding fan in his hand and chanted: "The old capital is lost in grass, looking at Changhuai, still going around Gucheng."
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhilian suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Those who originally planned to see Zhao Xiaole make a fool of himself were all stunned at this time, with shock on their faces.
Because the first sentence of this poem makes people involuntarily picture a long river meandering under a lonely city thousands of miles away.
Loneliness, desolation, and a heavy historical atmosphere hit our faces!
At this time, Zhao Xiaole's voice suddenly became louder.
"I think of the youth in black clothes, with orchid hair, and swords flying across the clouds. I sit and watch the arrogant soldiers crossing the south, and the boiling waves are terrifying and the whales rush. I look forward to the water flowing eastward and see the success."
"Buzz!"
As soon as this poem came out, Lu Zhilian felt a buzzing in his head, as if the roars of thousands of teenagers were ringing in his ears.
Armed with arms and armor, they roared like a roaring wave and charged towards the enemy regardless of their own safety.
In the blink of an eye, the enemy was defeated, and the broken weapons, broken armor and blood flowed towards the east together!
I don't know why, but when he heard this poem, Lu Zhilian felt like something was flowing through his body, making him feel numb.
At the same time, the blood in the body seems to be getting hotter, and I can’t wait to join the army now!
However, the next second, a feeling of loneliness and desolation came over me.
"At the foot of Bagong Mountain for thousands of years, there are still cliffs and vegetation, and the towering mountains are far away. The clouds and waves are everywhere, and there is nowhere to ask the heroes. Faith and hard work have made the present and the past come true. Come and laugh at me, why are you feeling sad? Dongshan is an old man, it is deplorable.
At the end of the year, I listen to the Huan (Huan) Zheng alone."
Such twists and turns made Lu Zhilian suddenly startled, but he felt a sense of loneliness in his heart for no reason, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.
"well!"
This sigh suddenly woke Lu Zhilian up.
He raised his eyes and realized that everyone around him was just like him, looking lonely and sighing heavily, as if they were reminiscing about their prosperous years, but now they were old and no longer as glorious as they used to be.
Lu Zhilian was completely shocked and looked at Zhao Xiaole with disbelief.
Just one poem can arouse people's emotions to such an extent. Is this poem really something that a playboy can compose?!
After a long time, the others also woke up from their silence and looked at Zhao Xiaole with complicated eyes.
Wang Teng said with a lost look on his face: "No way, this poem cannot be written by you!"
"How old are you, how can you write such a poem that requires decades of life experience?!"
No one spoke.
Because they think so too.
But now, these questions are randomly picked, and the time is limited. Could it be said that he is cheating and plagiarizing other people's poems?
But they read hundreds of poems and books, and none of them were exactly the same or even similar to this one!
Therefore, this poem could only have been composed on the spot by him!
Lu Zhilian opened his mouth, but was speechless.
Based purely on this poem, there is no doubt that Zhao Xiaole is the leader of today's poetry meeting.
He should be given a place to enter Qinglu Academy.
But to let a eunuch, even the second largest dandy in the capital, enter Qinglu Academy...
If this spreads out, others will definitely laugh at them behind their backs.
But if they don't give it, wouldn't outsiders say that Qinglu Academy is unfaithful and goes back on its word?
In the end, Lu Zhilian sighed deeply and decided to give the jade to Zhao Xiaole.
But just as he was about to speak, a figure rushed up to him and roared at him: "Can't you see that he is cheating? Why did you give the Yujue to him? This should be mine!"
Lu Zhilian frowned, a little annoyed.
But thinking that Wang Teng's spot was suddenly snatched away, he felt aggrieved, so he understood a little and sighed: "Wang Teng, I know you feel uncomfortable, but a win is a win and a defeat is a defeat."
"Today's poetry meeting is all based on personal luck and talent, there is absolutely no possibility of cheating!"
Hearing this, Wang Teng became even more angry and shouted: "How is it impossible? It's at the bottom of this paper boat..."
At this point, he stopped abruptly and realized that he had said the wrong thing.
But if he didn't say this, he would really miss this jade, so for a moment his face twisted together, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Lu Zhilian only thought that he was so angry, so he sighed slightly.
But after hearing his words, Zhao Xiaole's eyes lit up and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Master Zhao is indeed outstanding in talent and learning. We were the ones who were offended just now!"
Walking in front of Zhao Xiaole, Lu Zhilian bowed slightly.
The person who can write such a poem deserves my respect!
Zhao Xiaole didn't expect him to be like this, and his affection for him greatly increased, but his face was very casual and he said: "Now that stone is mine?"
"Stone?"
When they heard this, everyone was shocked, and then felt a little angry in their hearts.
What they have been asking for but cannot get turns out to be a stone in the eyes of others, which of course makes them feel uncomfortable.
But Lu Zhilian also knew that Zhao Xiaole's personality was like this, so he was not angry.
"certainly."
Lu Zhilian personally handed the box containing the jade from Qinglu Academy to Zhao Xiaole, "What's inside is the symbol of our Qinglu Academy students."
"If one day Mr. Zhao wants to enter our Qinglu Academy, he can hold this jade to..."
"Oops! Got it, it's really verbose!"
However, before he finished speaking, the box was snatched away by Zhao Xiaole, who threw away the box and placed Yujue in the sun for a closer look.
The emerald green color surprised him and said: "It is indeed a fine piece of jade. Hehe, I can exchange it for a lot of money to buy some rouge and gouache for my little beauties!"
With that said, he pinched Hong Ni's flushed little face, turned back and grinned at Lu Zhilian, "Thank you!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, completely ignoring the extremely angry eyes of everyone and the murderous intention in the corner that was condensed to the point of being almost substantial!
