There was an uproar in the building, and many eyes were wandering around, waiting for Mr. Zeng's opponent to appear. Literature loves elegance and even more like to make fun of it. Don't look at them talking about poetry, books, rituals and music seriously, but when they encounter such a thing, they will reveal their true colors.

"Young Master Zeng is right. Since that person dares to boast about it, isn't he responsible?" A young man sitting next to Zeng Sui'an was helping him. Everyone recognizes this person, and he is also one of the four young masters of Bianjing, who is always inseparable from Young Master Zeng.

Cough cough... It was indeed a public anger. Chen Ao coughed lowly, and scolded the group of grandsons who spread rumors in their hearts for being despicable and shameless. He clearly said he wanted to attend a poetry meeting, but how could he be named and challenged Zeng Sui'an and turned into a scholar who looked down on Bian Jing?

Chen Ao smiled slightly and finally stood up. When things came, he was not afraid. Isn’t it just about Shi? This young master Zeng is a powerful opponent. Since he has come, he has no reason to retreat. Who is afraid of whom?

"Are you just saying that Mr. Zeng is right?" Chen Ao smiled purely and innocently.

Zeng Sui'an and everyone's eyes came over, and there was an uproar again. Someone said, "Isn't this the one who has just made a sigh?"

"It's him, hehe, you dare to provoke Mr. Zeng at such a level. It's really ignorant of the world."

Someone said, "Look at right and wrong first. This person followed Mr. Chen downstairs just now, and maybe he is an old son and nephew with Mr. Chen."

The person who was speaking was not loud or small. He just heard it to the person who should have heard it. Many people agreed. When the words reached Chen Ji's ears, Chen Ji's lungs were furious. It was outrageous, it was outrageous. Is this bastard following me downstairs to have something to do with me?

Wow, I really have no future with this kid. I sighed the words just now and then I knew that Chen Ao didn’t know what kind of poems he wrote, and his level was limited. Isn’t it embarrassing to spread it then?

Chen Ji regretted it, it was very unfair. It was like being deceived by someone and boarded a pirate ship. It was difficult to get off the tiger.

Zeng Sui'an sneered, pursed his thin lips and slapped his white scent and said, "It's great, I don't know my brother's name." He said politely, but his tone was neither salty nor light, and he looked like he didn't take Chen Ao seriously at all.

Of course, Chen Ao cannot show weakness, and said, "Chen Ao."

Zeng Sui'an smiled even colder: "Sorry Zeng's knowledge is shallow, Shen Ao... haha, I seem to have never heard of it."

"Haha..." Several young men who were at the same table as Zeng Sui'an were already laughing out loud.

Chen Ao smiled innocently: "Maybe Mr. Zeng will hear about it later, maybe it may not be necessary."

It was so cool that everyone here applauded Chen Ao’s words, naked provocation, what they wanted was this effect. If Chen Ao admits defeat and apologizes pitifully, everyone still looks down on him, and there will be no good show to watch. The stronger the smell of gunpowder, the more you can enjoy the eyes.

Zeng Sui'an closed the little white fan and pursed his lips coldly and arrogantly: "Then let's compare, let's compare poetry first." He walked to the open space in the venue gracefully, clasped his fists: "Please give me advice from Brother Chen."

Zhou Heng next to Chen Ao poked his waist, suggesting that he was careful. Chen Ao took a slight head, then stepped up and replied, "Prince Zeng, please."

Zeng Sui'an said coldly: "Just just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, why not just use the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme?"

Chen Ao nodded: "Young Master Zeng took his own wishes."

Zeng Suian pondered for a moment, then raised his head and stared at the beams gracefully, as if thinking.

Chen Ao raised his eyes and went to see the beam of the house. Who wouldn't be able to show off? But what is the purpose of looking at the beam of the house? Could it be that there are flowers on the beam of the house? Wow, Mr. Zeng is so unkind, and he doesn't know how to appreciate the flowers of the house. It's too selfish.

Zeng Sui'an didn't know that Chen Ao was whispering to him. After pondering for a while, he suddenly said, "I have it." He slowly waved the paper fan with a vigorous spirit and said slowly, "Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the courtyard, and this evening, the person is alone in the corner. Su'e may not be regretful, the jade toad is cold and lonely osmanthus."

"Good poem..." Everyone applauded. The rhythm of this poem was taken from Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon. It was written on the basis of the Mid-Autumn Moon. Although it was old-fashioned, the tone was very rigorous. The general meaning was that ten years had passed. On this night, the passengers faced the corner alone. Chang'e might not have no melancholy and resentment. The palace was cold and the osmanthus flowers were lonely.

On the surface, there is no intention in the poem. The beauty is that Zeng Sui'an specifically mentioned a passenger who faced the corner of the wall one night. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the passengers could not return to their hometown to reunite with their families. They could only face the wall alone and express their feelings. This kind of melancholy and meticulous feeling is already considered a masterpiece.

What poetry does not require is the gorgeousness of the lyrics. No matter how gorgeous the lyrics are, they cannot produce good sentences. The important thing is to express feelings, use scenery, events, and things to create emotions, so that people can move.

There were also many wanderers present who were far away from their hometowns. Some were studying in Bianjing to study and prepare for the next year's scientific examination. At this moment, many people were already in tears.

The young master named San Ge in the corner lit up his eyes and said to Ziheng: "The head of the four young masters of Bian Jing is indeed well-known."

Ziheng's pink face couldn't raise any interest, so he yawned and said, "Third brother, what's so good about writing poetry? With this time, I would rather go back and copy the Ruihe Tu." As he said that, he clenched his pink fist indignantly: "I must not lose to him, teach him to laugh at me."

The third brother laughed and said, "Zi Heng doesn't even know who he is, do you just hold a grudge against him?"

Zi Heng blushed and said angrily: "There is no place for people to hate him. It's too late to admire him. But the more they admire him, the less they want to be looked down upon by him, and they are so embarrassed."

The third brother smiled and said, "What's so shameful? Maybe he is a 70-year-old man with white hair and beard. He has been painting for sixty years. He has been immersed in so many years and has such a style."

Ziheng tilted his head and curled his lips, "No, I think he is at most thirty years old, as young as Mr. Zeng. If he is a 70-year-old man, he will not even be able to hold the pen holder." As he said that, his face turned his face red, and he said in his heart, "Oh, how could I say these things to my third brother?" He secretly looked at his third brother with embarrassment. Seeing that he turned his attention to Dou Shi, he felt relieved and then continued to read Dou Shi, but he was thinking about his thoughts in a daze.

Mr. Zeng received a good review and proudly nodded at Chen Aonu, saying in a provocative tone: "Mr. Chen, it's your turn."

Chen Ao understands poetry, but he doesn't know how to write poetry. Fortunately, he still vaguely remembers some poems from the Northern Song Dynasty in his mind, which can be used to fill the scenes. As for plagiarism and pirated versions, he doesn't care at all. Poetry is the same as copyright, first come first served. Today, Chen Ao plans to register a few poems first and let the original creators cry a hundred years later.

He raised his head and went to see the beam of the house. Grandma's. It turned out that he was a talented man. Chen Ao had the experience. When he raised his head, his neck became a little numb. Chen Ao sighed in his heart: "It seems that talented man is not easy to be a talented man. He will sooner or later have a crooked occupational disease."

Seeing that he was silent, Mr. Zeng thought he was poor and sneered and urged: "What else can Brother Chen delay? Is it just that talented man in Bianjing? "

Chen Ao said, "It's going to be fine soon, wait a little longer." He pretended to be in deep thought, and paced back and forth with his head held high.

When Ziheng saw this, she said to her third brother: "This man is so strange. Why do you stare at the beam of the room with your eyes and look up?"

The third brother smiled with his lips and shook his head without saying a word.

In fact, Chen Ao is a talented man, but although Zeng Sui'an raised his head, he closed his eyes, looking intoxicated. However, Chen Ao stared at the beam of the house with his eyes. Although it was only a slight difference, the effect was completely different.

"With it." Chen Ao finally returned to his normal appearance and said slowly to Zeng Suian's gaze: "The osmanthus flowers float on jade, the streets of the first month are covered with the sky, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind blows and the eyebrows are cold and the bones are cold. People are in the crystal palace. The dragon is sloping, the palace is rugged, the sings are eclipsed, and the sings are boiling. The frost is everywhere, and I want to fly across the colorful clouds. I remember that last year, the wine stream pavilion, the light moon clouds come and go. The dream of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains is not right yesterday, but the autumn light is like this in a blink of an eye. The green bird comes here, Chang'e reports to me, saying that the good time is approaching. I send a message to my friends, don't let Guanghan be intoxicated."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone said, "Good, good words."

Poetry is not divided, but no one says that the lyrics written by Chen Ao are inconsistent with the title. This lyrics was written by Wen Zhengming. I feel sorry for those guys who were one of the four great talents in Jiangnan hundreds of years later. Before they were born, Chen Ao plagiarized nakedly.

The talented men in the building chewed and savored the poem. First, some people applauded, and then some people criticized it. Speaking of which, it is much more difficult to write lyrics in a short period of time than to poetry, because the rhythm of the lyrics is more stringent, and every word needs a long time to ponder. It is not easy for Chen Ao to write a long lyric in a moment, not to mention that the artistic conception of this poem is not inferior to that of Mr. Zeng.

Someone stood up and shook his head and said, "This word is strange and romantic, and the word is romantic. The upper part is "I want to fly across the colorful clouds", there is a super vulgar idea, and the lower part is "Don't let down the cold and intoxicated", and it is also sad. In the ups and downs, the contradictory mentality is exuded. It is indeed wonderful and very good."

Someone said, "This is a dilemma. Who is the better poem?"

So someone argued, saying, "Of course it is good for Mr. Zeng. Mr. Zeng's poems are profound and touching."

Someone objected: "I think Mr. Chen's words are good. If you can make such good words in a short time, who can do it?"

Someone said: "What are we fighting for? With Chen Ji and Chen, I have my own judgment. Let's see what Mr. Chen said first?"

Chen Ji finally stood up embarrassedly at this moment. He could not have imagined that Chen Ao actually wrote a good lyric, but now he is in a dilemma again. These two poems are equally matched, each with their own characteristics, and it is difficult to judge the quality.

If you say that Zeng Sui'an's poems are good, it is obviously unfair to Chen Ao. But if you say that Chen Ao's poems are good, someone will definitely guess that you have a close relationship with Chen Ao and prefer Chen Ao.
Chapter completed!