System: Counterattack from Iron Man

Chapter 420 A Poem Becomes Famous

"Hmph, since Mr. Fan thinks this poem is a bit insignificant, then He will make a fool of himself, Mr. Guo, please!"

"Well, Mr. He, you must teach this kid a lesson, and frustrate his arrogance!"

Guo Baokun over there, holding his own calligraphy, whispered to He Zongwei,
It's just that Rowan, if you hear it, it's like you haven't heard it,
Elephants don't care about what the ants are thinking,
And he, as a 'Land Immortal' and the like, how could he care about the threat these two people would pose to him?

"Everyone, Your Royal Highness, when He left his old hometown and went to the capital with full ambitions, he also wrote a poem. Although it is simple, it also carries the thoughts in his heart."

This kid doesn't have the guts to be straightforward at all.
Wherever I go, I feel that he is deliberately 'showing' the same?

"Young Master He, you should read the poem first, my time is actually very precious!"

Uh, this guy, why do you always like to interrupt others so much?
"Okay, then He Mouke will start,"

Boom, boom, boom,
Taking heroic steps, he raised his sleeves and began to brew the emotions in his chest,

"Looking at the cloudy bank in the east, wearing white clothes in the frost and cold, Mo Dao is alone far away, and there are green mountains to see you off!"

Keng will be powerful, full of strong feelings and lofty ambitions,
As for He Zongwei's five character poem, Luo Wen also thought it was pretty good.

wow,
slap, slap,
"Good, good, good!"

"This poem is really well written. Whether it is the artistic conception or the words, it is extremely careful,"

"There are green mountains to see you off, wonderful!"

Even for limericks like Guo Baokun's, some people would come forward to hold their feet,

This talented He Zongwei won thunderous applause from the audience,

Even the woman behind the veil on the opposite side was also Yingying Yanyan, and there was a sweet and greasy sound of commotion and applause.

"Fan has learned Mr. He's literary talents. I don't know if you still have excellent works. Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you a chance?"

Forehead..,

He Zongwei, who had just sat down with his fists in salute, didn't even have time to thank the people present for their praise.

Unexpectedly, that annoying Fan Xian interrupted him again!
"Who can't speak big words, if you have the ability, you can write it, Mr. Fan, we are not the kind of reckless people who use power to overwhelm others, what do you think?"

Heh, this He Zongwei actually has something in his words, with a gun and a stick to point out,
Sure enough, the mouth and the pen in the hand of a literati are the sharpest 'weapons' in the world. The ancients did not deceive me!

"Of course, Fan Mou thinks so, His Royal Highness, everyone, you are making a fool of yourself!"

Tap, tap,
Luo Wenwen was not far from the desk where the poem was written, and at this time, he didn't have the advantage of talking anymore.
Get up, take three steps and make two steps,
Kneeling quietly in front of the case,

Picking up the pen, he looked at the size of the paper in front of him.

call,
The pen is like a dragon and a snake, with a dignified face,

Although Luo Wen said that he was doing the act of "copying the public", but the minimum respect for the literati in the main world,
He still has to uphold, at least, write other people's poems with decent handwriting,
Be respectful and serious!

hiss~
Fan Xian's body seemed to be integrated with the whole world,
The aura of floating in the dust on his body is like a fairy descending to earth,

The back view of the serious writing makes those girls who are separated by the veil involuntarily look crazy!

And Li Hongcheng, who was sitting at the top, also knew that the highlight of today's poetry meeting was coming,

The point is, if Fan Xian writes with the help of God, although calligraphy is not of any school or school, it is a neat confrontation, which makes people feel as if he is trapped in it and cannot extricate himself. Like showing calligraphy in person?
Boom, boom, boom,
Standing up hastily, Prince Jing walked up behind Fan Xian with a respectful expression on his face.

The body bowed slightly, as if he was upholding the etiquette of a disciple, and when he looked at the white paper with his head full, he was afraid that his movements would interfere with the creation of the 'master'. keep going.

Forehead.?

This is?

clap la la,
The abnormal behavior of Prince Jing's son aroused curiosity from everyone present.

Those ladies who were hiding behind the veil with hazy figures came out with lotus steps at this time,

And those young talents, also disregarding admiring the beautiful scenery, also quickly walked to the empty place surrounded by a circle of people,
They all stretched their heads, anxiously looking inside!
Boom, boom, boom,
"Report, this is the masterpiece of Mr. Fan Xian sent by the villain of the world,"

"read,"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

Hiss~ Is this a poem written by Fan Xian?
As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any,

And Luo Wen in the living room chose the same seven-character quatrains as "Fan Xian" in the original play for no reason,

However, that Fan Xian was trying to find a girl to be handsome, and the handwriting he wrote was even more horrible, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him!

At this time, Luo Wen experienced several different planes of time and space,
A worker at the bottom of society has become the "protagonist" of today,
Undoubtedly, he had a more thorough understanding of Du Fu's Ascent, and it was more in line with Luo Wen's true portrayal of himself at this time!
"Report,"

"Hurry up!"

Write a sentence, and a servant will pass it on to the backyard,

And that handsome, casual young man had already looked crazy at this time, like a poetry idiot thirsty for writing,
Of course, in terms of book fans, he should be called a poetry fan!

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

This..., wonderful, wonderful,

"Report,"

"Don't talk nonsense, read quickly,"

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

It’s a good sentence. Thousands of miles of sorrow and autumn are often guests, and they have been on the stage alone for a hundred years of illness. Why are these amazing and talented people able to appear in the world today?
It's a pity, it's a pity, if I can find out sooner!

"Report,"

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass stops when you're down and out."

call,
Feeling unfulfilled, feeling lost,

Without waiting for the nobleman in the water pavilion to urge, the servant began to recite very cleverly,
But that young man let out a sigh of satisfaction, as if his entire body and heart had been washed from the outside to the inside, as if he had been soaked in a strong atmosphere of calligraphy and ink!
Whirring whirring,
Boom, boom, boom,
Except for the breathing movements that were deliberately suppressed, all that remained was blushing, and endless admiration and admiration were overflowing!

The poem is extremely beautiful, has gone through vicissitudes, and is full of heroism and ambition,
The words are beautiful, with one stroke and one stroke, like the best engraver in the world, using chisels and hammers to engrave in the hearts of everyone. The key point is that everyone doesn't know if it is their own illusion, but they always feel that the paper , there is a layer of immortal energy lingering around,

Then it slowly merged into the font, and every word seemed to come alive, with a breath of dust and agility!

Not to mention, Fan Xian, holding his breath and concentrating on it, had shocked all the ladies present as heavenly beings.

The back view of writing the peerless poem seriously just now made them sink into it even more, wishing they could promise each other with their bodies, full of infinite reverie.!

At this time, the field was quiet and peaceful, and the complex crowd of dozens of people,

In addition to breathing, there is only heartbeat. If an embroidery needle falls on the ground at this time,
I'm afraid everyone will feel dissatisfied and feel that it is too noisy, which destroys this beautiful atmosphere and artistic conception!

Swah,
"What I said before still counts. As long as someone can surpass me in this ascent, Fan Xian will never write again. Of course, Mr. Guo, Mr. He, if you can have better ones, I will do it myself." I will kneel and kowtow at the door!"

Anyone, any voice, just show up,
will cause displeasure to those present,
However, there is one exception,
That is the 'everyone' Fan Xian that everyone believes in!
hiss~
This.?

"Your Highness, today's poetry meeting, I have already experienced it. I don't know if there will be lunch at noon, otherwise I will leave and go home!"

"Of course, of course, I invited the imperial cook from the palace, and I will definitely satisfy Brother Fan. The masterpiece handed down from generation to generation was actually created by Brother Fan, and it was born in my mansion. Hongcheng will have no regrets in this life, haha!"

Forehead.,

Prince Jing's madness, and the twinkling eyes of those girls,
Luo Wen only felt that he was a little 'excessive',
Or did you just accidentally write a trace of spiritual power through the tip of the pen into the text, which further intensified the madness of these people?

(End of this chapter)