Three Kingdoms: From Hulaoguan to Global Hegemony

Chapter 451 Three Impromptu Poems

When Lu Kang announced the start of the competition, Xu Qian from Beihai County was the first to stand up.

"Nian and Jun are farewell, each in the sky. The good meeting is not yet due, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be destroyed and hurt..."

Let go of the first song, and Kong Rong, who is also from Beihai County, applauds for the fellow.

"Although there is no moon in the poem, it is full of thoughts, which makes people feel empathy after listening to it. Wei Chang is quick and quick, and he is worthy of being the chief scholar of Beihai County."

Kong Rong was optimistic, and Lu Kang and Chen Lin also nodded in praise.

Ruan Yu will come out next, and he is also going to present a poem.

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Everyone in the hall presented their works one by one, and Zhen Luo in the private room listened mesmerized, but the performance of Liu Yu and the others made her a little emotional.

"My husband, don't you like these beautiful lines?"

Zhen Luo looked at Liu Yu and the others very puzzled, and found that they were eating pastries and snacks with great relish, and were amused from time to time. It seemed that they didn't take the competition in the hall seriously.

Zhen Luo has loved reading since she was a child, so she also had the idea of ​​going outside to compete with those talented scholars, but she didn't think of the poems for the occasion for a while, and was interrupted by the laughter of Liu Yu and others, which made her a little dissatisfied .

Liu Yu's proposal to come to Wenchang Hall was mainly to fulfill his promise to Cai Yan, and Cai Yan liked rhythm more. She had already been glamorous in the Chunlan Hall just now, so naturally she was not concerned about the poetry competition in the hall at the moment.

As for Zhao Yu, Dong Bai, and Huangfu Ying, they were not interested in poetry and songs at all, so they were all listening to Liu Yu telling jokes at the moment.

Perhaps Zhuge Jin was the only one in the private room who was still listening intently.

Seeing that Zhen Luo was upset, Cai Yan hurried forward to explain.

"Sister Luoer, don't be angry, let's just keep our voices down, but the verses of those people in the hall outside are really not exciting enough. If you really like poetry, why don't you ask your husband to make a few for you, and then take it outside to talk to those so-called Would it be better to have a talent test?"

The summer nights were extremely hot, Liu Yu often accompanied Cai Yan in the backyard to cool off, and showed off his literary talents when he had nothing to do, but over time he made Cai Yan's taste tricky.

But it was the first time Zhen Luo heard that her husband Liu Yu had this specialty, and an expression of disbelief immediately appeared on his face.

"My husband can also compose poetry?"

Liu Yu shrugged indifferently, "The weather was hot in the past few months, but I made a few songs for Yan'er, and I should relieve my boredom."

What Liu Yu said seemed to be as simple as he picked it up at random, which made both Zhen Luo and Zhuge Jin not believe it, but after thinking about it, maybe Liu Yu's poems are short sentences that are relatively simple and easy to understand, doggerel and the like .

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Cai Yan stepped forward and explained: "My husband's poems are definitely a hundred times better than those outside! I have listened to a lot before, so I have no feeling for the poems of those outside."

Zhen Luo knew that Cai Yan never lied, so she became even more curious. Could it be that her husband really knows how to compose poems?

"Tonight's theme is the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, may my husband come up with an impromptu song?"

"How difficult is this!"

In his previous life, Liu Yu was a science student. Liu Yu didn't know many of the three hundred Tang poems, and he didn't even know the ones describing the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round in the southeast. No one will meet when the wind blows yesterday, and the light is as clear as in previous years tonight."

"Ten rounds of frost and shadows turn to the courtyard, and this evening detains people alone. It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, and the jade toad is cold and lonely."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people."

"How about it, Luoer thinks these three songs are suitable for the occasion?"

Liu Yu wrote three poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival in a row, and Zhen Luo was dumbfounded at that time.

"I thought my husband only knew how to kill enemies on the battlefield, but I didn't expect to have such a high attainment in poetry!"

"Compared in this way, the poems written by my husband have more charm than the poems of those people outside, and the words are more neatly arranged. It can really be called a masterpiece in the world!"

Zhen Luo was so excited that he quickly found a pen and ink to write down all the three poems just now.

Zhuge Jin was also shocked at this time. Although he is not good at poetry and poetry, he also knows that any literary thing cannot be achieved overnight, but Liu Yu wrote three sentences in a row in a row.

This ability is not necessarily comparable to the world's great Confucianism.

"Could it be that this Wen Dao is a master of poetry in Luoyang City?"

Thinking of Liu Yu's wives, they are either princesses or the daughters of Daru, even Zhen Luo, Zhao Yu, and Huangfu Ying are all stunning in the world.So Zhuge Jin felt that he must have not guessed that this Wendao should be like a genius in poetry and poetry, which is why he is favored by so many beauties.

Zhuge Jin had just reached the crown, and due to his poor appearance, the marriage had been delayed, so when he saw all the beauties calling Liu Yu's husband, he was as shocked as if he could stay in Luoyang as an official.

Zhen Luo quickly finished writing, and raised her head to ask Liu Yu.

"Can I take it outside and show those people?"

"No problem, Luo Er just use it to compete with them!"

Zhen Luo happily rushed out of the private room, and when he opened the door, Liu Yu happened to see a middle-aged strong man with suspicious behavior.

"That man is tall and tall, with a murderous look on his brows. At first glance, he looks like a battle-hardened general. Martial arts practitioners dislike gatherings among scholars and scribes the most. It is a bit out of place for this man to appear here!"

Liu Yu saw that the person was Han Meng, and he was ordered to check the situation in the private room, but after asking around, no one knew who was inside.

At this time, a look at the door made him look straight.

A young son was sitting in the main seat, accompanied by several beautiful beauties on both sides, and a young scholar was standing beside him.Such a match looks like the style of a dude going out to play.

So Han Meng sneered a few times and turned his head back.

"Reporting, my lord, that private room looks like a greasy-haired and powder-faced son, and his clothes don't look like the empress of an official!"

Although rich people are rich and powerful, they are still incomparable with officials. There are strict regulations on clothing alone.

Today, Liu Yu's family deliberately dressed up as a wealthy businessman's family in order not to be recognized by others.

When Yuan Shang heard that it was just a rich family, his eyes lit up immediately, and he had some unreasonable thoughts in his heart.

Everyone in the hall was in full swing, but saw a stunning beauty walking over.

"Little Girl has three masterpieces here, and three judges are invited to comment on them."

Zhen Luo behaved generously and had a dignified appearance. The three of Kong Rong couldn't guess each other's identity and dared not neglect him.

After all, there are too many relatives of princes and ministers in the capital.

"Since the girl has a good work, let the old man take a look!"

Lu Kang was the first to receive it. Originally, he also thought that Zhen Luo was a relative of some prince or minister, and the poems he sent were just superficial works, but after just a few glances, he was shocked on the spot.

"This... is the poem written by the girl?"

(End of this chapter)