"Ten miles across the flat lake, the sky is covered with frost, and every inch of blue hair is filled with worry about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals..." Yun Wanqing lightly opened her red lips and recited word by word.
, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of intoxication. This poem is extremely wonderful in terms of artistic conception and rhythm. No matter who you are, you will be deeply attracted after listening to it.
Yun Wanqing pursed her red lips, and her beautiful spring-like eyes were as polished as a mirror. As she looked around, she glanced at Zhu Ziming quietly and murmured: "Where did this person learn his poetry talent?
It’s really shocking.”
He has a playful and smiling face every day, and looks like a disciple, but his talents are unparalleled. What kind of person he is, Yun Wanqing can't see through him.
The whole poetry meeting was as quiet as dead water. At this moment, Fang Junyi's old face was slightly red, and his eyes when looking at Zhu Ziming also changed. This person will become a great person in the future!
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Fang Junyi broke the silence. However, he no longer knew what words to use to describe this poem that shocked the past and present. He just shouted three good words excitedly, and each of these good words
They all weigh as much as a thousand catties. I highly appreciate Zhu Ziming!
The other academicians and referees all nodded secretly, it was really not easy!
Zhu Ziming clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for the compliment." He said nothing more - it's time to keep a low profile...
Everyone slowly came back to their senses and looked at Zhu Ziming with even more admiration. This Master Zhu is simply a dragon among men. He will surely rise to great heights in the future!
And the identity of this son-in-law is only temporary. No one dares to look down on Zhu Ziming anymore, and many people are trying to win over him...
The young ladies outside the venue were all blushing. They were young and in love, and when they heard this poem, they were astonished and their hearts were filled with excitement. They were like a pair of mandarin ducks and were like gods in heaven...
.....The ladies looked forward to it, their faces getting even hotter.
The eyes looking at Zhu Ziming were full of spring. Although Zhu Ziming couldn't see it, he seemed to feel an uncomfortable feeling, as if he was the prey targeted by a hunter...
"I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals..." Shen Bixin muttered softly, two blushes rose on her cold face, and her whole person looked even more delicate and charming. She glanced at Zhu Ziming with her beautiful eyes,
He said softly: "Is that what he thinks?"
When the little maid Lan'er heard her uncle's poem, her face flushed with excitement and she said loudly: "Miss, my uncle is really amazing."
Shen Bixin's face was still slightly red, and she said angrily: "He loves to show off, let him show off enough today..."
"Miss Shen's words are not kind," Zhu Ziming turned around and said seriously: "I am fighting for the reputation of our Ling Yun. Why do I act like a powerful person? Why do I work so hard for it? Is it easy for me?
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"Pfft..." Lan'er laughed so hard that her branches trembled, and whispered: "Miss, my uncle heard what we said."
To put it bluntly, Shen Bixin glared at the little girl, looking at the righteous and indignant look on this precious baby, she was like a living treasure, and said softly: "Isn't it difficult for you?"
The admiring gazes of everyone would make any noble gentleman feel a little swaying, not to mention that Zhu Ziming was a layman, and his heart was filled with excitement. His future wife's words were undoubtedly to the point.
It is not easy to think of poems even if you use the memory of your previous life. It is really embarrassing for yourself. Zhu Ziming was dumbfounded for a moment, and he laughed twice: "My dear wife, you are still wise."
Shen Bixin had never heard him address her so affectionately before. Her pretty face blushed and turned a little hot. She pretended to have a straight face and said: "Who is your wife? You are so shameless."
The title "wife" means "lady" and has existed since the previous dynasty. However, few people would use this title to refer to their daughter-in-law. In Zhu Ziming's view, this title is much more affectionate. After all, it is universal in his world.
Seeing the uncle and the young lady noisy like a young couple, Lan'er covered her mouth and hid and snickered. The young lady is like this, even if she is shy at heart, she still has to pretend to be fierce.
"Brother, pay attention to the occasion, the poetry meeting is not over yet," Chen Jinhu whispered.
Zhu Ziming was about to say something, but he immediately stopped. He felt as if he couldn't laugh or cry. Who would be in the way of saying a few words to his future wife? However, he knew in his heart that Chen Jin wanted him to concentrate on dealing with the poetry meeting. Distracted..
Chen Jin and other old gentlemen were already used to being surprised by Zhu Ziming's performance. They all knew that Zhu Ziming was a genius. However, in their ecstasy, they hoped that Zhu Ziming's next performance would be even better. Therefore, Chen Jin Advise him to deal with the poetry meeting wholeheartedly.
The area around the talented people in the capital was still deserted. Wei Dongcheng was so angry that his butt was almost smoking. He was defeated again. Could it be that this guy is a victorious general?
Even if he is a victorious general, I have to pull him off his horse. Wei Dongcheng knew how much he weighed, and there was no way he could defeat Zhu Ziming at the height of his power. He glanced at the young master beside him and secretly made up his mind. Come.
At this moment, Shangguan Feng's face was still calm, and he said calmly: "Master Zhu, your literary talent is indeed extraordinary, I admire you!"
The sincere words of the prince of the capital, Shangguan Feng, let everyone know that the capital had once again fallen behind Lingyun City, and Shangguan Feng's gentlemanly conduct had won the praise of countless people.
Mr. Hu from Wushuang City did not show the slightest hint of discouragement, and said quickly: "It is really a great joy in life to be able to compete with my little friend today. With your talent, little friend, I am afraid that you will not be the best in Yan State." No one of the younger generation can compare with me!"
"Haha..." Mr. Hu then laughed a few times. His generosity suddenly infected everyone, and everyone laughed a few times too. Mr. Hu is indeed an old scholar, and he doesn't care about winning or losing at all. .
Zhu Ziming was slightly embarrassed. He always boasted about himself. When did others boast about himself? After a while of shame, Zhu Ziming smiled and said: "Mr. Hu flattered me too much. I just happened to do it." Just two good poems."
Fortunately, no one in the younger generation can compare with me. If it were the whole world, it would be okay...
Mr. Hu smiled: "My dear friend, you don't have to be humble. Just by reading these two poems, you can know your amazing talent!"
Now that the words have come to this point, whatever Zhu Ziming says is just pretentious. He can only pretend to be stupid and laugh a few times.
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ps: Some book friends said that the use of poetry is not very good. Lao Xue writes based on his feelings. The feeling is okay. What do you think?