[Comprehensive] Male gods don't want to fall in love

Writing poetry and lyrics depends on inspiration and talent.

A quarter of an hour is a bit too long for a talented scholar who has a good work in his heart and writes a poem directly.It is a little too short for those who have no clue, stumble and seldom say a word.

Most of the people in the Qingyage field were writing.Most of them have no inspiration and simply give up their pens and give up, but a few of them have already made up their minds and put all their thoughts on paper.

It is reasonable to say that in general poetry clubs, those who can write poems can write them early, and no one will be delayed until the last moment when the time limit ends.

But Zhang Mingyu is different.

He loves to be in the limelight. When others write poems, he drinks.After everyone else had finished writing and everyone stopped writing, he just stood up from his seat leisurely.It was not until the last centimeter of the incense that symbolized a quarter of an hour was burned, that I waved my sleeves to attract many eyes, and dipped my pen and ink.

"Huh? Who is that kid?"

Xuanjun Wang Tong was attracted, asked a question casually but only glanced at it hastily, and without waiting for the attendants around him to inquire and report back, he withdrew his mind without interest.

The appearance of that Zhang Mingyi is the same as that of his later generations, but he looks too ordinary.

If there is any difference between the current him and the later generations, it is probably the unprecedented self-confidence erupting from him, and the arrogance that does not put other "ancients" in his eyes.

For example, Sun Dasheng, Di Xin asked himself that he liked rebellious people very much.Because he himself admits from the bottom of his heart that he is that kind of person.

But looking at Zhang Mingyu whose eyes are above the top

Di Xin frowned, his body felt numb, and he felt unwell in his heart.

A person can be arrogant or arrogant, but that kind of arrogance should complement that person's own ability.

It's like Monkey King, like Little White Dragon, or himself.

But where is Zhang Mingyu able to far surpass others, worthy of his madness and pride?

All he can rely on is standing on the shoulders of giants and stealing from others.

If you have to say that there is something that Di Xin can find great resonance with ordinary people, it is probably that he, like everyone else, only recognizes the ability of real materials.

But what Zhang Mingyu had was exactly not.

How many swan songs passed down through the ages can an ordinary poet have in his life?

If it wasn't from a noble family, a poem that can be passed down through the ages is actually enough to bring a world-famous reputation to a scholar.

Even if the official career is not going well, there are always dignitaries who indulge in enjoyment and love arty like King Xuanjun, and are willing to pay a lot of money for a poem.

Zhang Mingyu's theft, how can it be just his reputation through the ages?What's more, there are rice bowls for people to survive in the world.

"Master, the time is up, and all the talents have already written their pens. Master, can you collect them all first, and then evaluate them one by one?"

While Di Xin was in a daze, the last centimeter of incense fell, and the attendants beside King Xuan didn't dare to go beyond the rules and asked people to collect the papers in front of the scholars, and just bowed aside, waiting for King Xuan's signal.

"Well"

King Xuanjun pondered for a while, and was about to let the attendant continue to do things as before, when he saw Su Yunzhang suddenly stretched out his head, smiling like a fox, with malicious intent in his eyes

"Why don't the king accept Zhang Mingyi's poems and come over here to read?"

Di Xin and Prince Xuan were startled at the same time

Looking at Su Yunzhang's malicious look, Di Xin could probably guess what he was thinking.

He is not scheming, and unlike himself who has all five senses, he can't see the complacency and arrogance that are almost written on Zhang Mingyu's face that pretends to be calm, just seeing Zhang Mingyu writing so late, he thinks Zhang Mingyi didn't write any good poems, but just made a few nonsense at the last moment, so he simply wanted to make Zhang Mingyu make a fool of himself and vent his anger for his "cousin".

If he hadn't come this far, I'm afraid Su Yunzhang gave Zhang Mingchen another chance to show off.

Di Xin was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he heard King Xuanjun beside him asking

"Who is Zhang Mingyu?"

"Well, it's not there."

Su Yunzhang came from a noble family, and he was used to being arrogant. What's more, he felt that Zhang Mingyi didn't apologize for beating his cousin, which was totally offending the dignity of the nobles of the family, so he didn't bother to show it in front of Zhang Mingyi. Covering up his malice, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhang Mingyu's position.

After pointing, she still did not forget to tease the corner of her mouth at him provocatively.

"Oh, it's that guy just now."

King Xuanjun nodded, but he didn't really care whose poem he read first, so he complied with his request of "forgetting the year" and casually ordered his attendants to raise his chin casually in the direction of Zhang Mingyi. "You go and get the poems written by Zhang Mingyi, and then ask someone to collect other people's poems."

"Yes."

The servant bowed.

When he walked up to Zhang Mingyu and took the paper from the table in front of Zhang Mingyu, Di Xin deliberately took a distracted look at Zhang Mingyu, only to see that there was something on Zhang Mingyu's body that seemed to be like this. The leader of the Fanshi Society is full of ambitions but no one else.

After he handed over the paper with the poems written on it to the attendant, Di Xin was keenly aware of the trace of his glance, so he closed his eyes one step ahead of him, relying only on the last glance before the two eyes intertwined , to guess the meaning in his eyes

A kind of secret excitement, joy and madness.

Suddenly, faintly, Di Xin had a guess in his eyes.

The attendant's movements were quick and without sloppiness.After taking the paper on which the poem was written from Zhang Mingyu, he quickly took the paper back and handed it to King Xuanjun.

"Come on, Huachen boy, let's watch together, you come to help me pinpin."

Xuanjun Wang put the paper on the table and spread it out.

Seeing that Di Xin hadn't moved yet, Su Yunzhang moved his head closer to block his sight, and patted Su Yunzhang's head with puffy eyes, "You brat, should you look first or the king first?" look?"

"Hey, of course the king of the county read it first"

Su Yunzhang shrank his neck and smiled flatteringly.

King Xuanjun gave him a blank look, and he simply didn't want to read it anymore, but directly read the poem on the paper

"It's ridiculous that there is no end to love, and every year is too hasty.

The continuous fragrant grass blows endlessly, and the spring flow is endless everywhere.

At the beginning of the freezing rain, the plains were wide, and the snow clouds suddenly broke through the mountains.

Also steal a thousand strands of the soul under the moon, and make the branches a little red"

All the talented scholars in the audience were waiting for King Xuan to select the leader, so as to win the pearl. In the moment of tense calm, only King Xuan's voice was left echoing in the huge Jingya Pavilion.

"Is this a poem you wrote?"

King Xuanjun raised his eyebrows, his eyes passed through the figures, and he looked at Zhang Mingyu squarely for the first time.

Poetry is good poetry.

Rao is himself fond of romance, and poetry is usually just arty to add fun.But after all, he was born in the royal family and received first-class education.Even if he can't write half a good poem himself, he still knows it is a good poem.

"It's down."

Zhang Mingyu cupped his hands, but did not bow his head.

With a bit of arrogance that he thought he was neither humble nor overbearing, King Xuan couldn't help curling his lips even though he was used to it.In the end, I still read this good poem that seems to be handed down through the ages, so I didn't pursue it.

"This poem is called Dongfeng?"

King Xuanjun asked again.

Zhang Mingyu, on the other hand, was even more complacent. He didn't take King Xuanjun seriously. He put down his hand, raised his jaw, and replied, "Yes."

Frowning, he looked at the poems on the paper, and then at the Zhang Mingyu. King Xuanjun was so excited because he won a first-class masterpiece in his poetry competition. After all, it was because of Zhang Mingyu. The attitude is lighter.

He turned his head, only after seeing Di Xin and Su Yunzhang did he feel better again.

"Hua Chen, tell me, how about this poem?"

Except for Zhang Mingyu himself, once this poem came out, all the other poems became a foil after all.

"Poetry is good poetry."

The voice was as clear and clear as a stream wading through.

Di Xin seldom spoke, but every time he spoke, he caught everyone's ears.

Poetry is good poetry.

He first affirmed the value of this poem.

Glancing in Zhang Mingyu's direction, he felt the excitement in Zhang Mingyu's eyes intensify in an instant.

It is a thrill and excitement to slap you in the face with your poems blatantly, deprive you of your reputation, and require you to express admiration willingly in front of thousands of people.

The poem Zhang Mingchen used was originally written by Xie Huachen.

Xie Huachen's talent is seen by all the world.

What's more, this poem contains all the boldness and ambition of the original body to create a prosperous world.

"It's just that there is no water, no rain, no mountains, and no moon here. I'm curious how Brother Mingyi wrote this poem, and what does this poem mean?"

Di Xin lowered his head and smiled slowly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Mingyu because of his words, and few people noticed the smile on his face that seemed to be broken by a snow cloud.

Zhang Mingyi noticed it, but he just stared wide-eyed, faltering, his mind went blank, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Poets always write poems out of emotion.Otherwise, there would not be so many so-called "touching the scene to create emotion", "melting emotion into the scene" and "blending the scene".

In the past, Zhang Mingyu "wrote" poems, and the quality of the poems alone was enough to shock a lot of people. How could anyone think of asking such a question?

As time went on, the more good poems Zhang Mingyu "wrote", the more people praised him to the altar and believed that he was a real talent and learned, so naturally no one would question him anymore.

But in fact, Zhang Mingyu himself, no matter whether he came to Daqi or after he came to Daqi, studying is just dawdling.To be able to enter the Taixue, it was all due to the honor of Zhang Mingyu before he came, and passed the Juren examination.

Even when he was able to enter the official career later, it was through the young emperor's younger sister, Princess Rongyu, who got into the eyes of the young emperor by a coincidence, and then used the knowledge of later generations to contribute a trick, so that he was able to enter the official career.Such a person, who has just worn it for a short time, does not even have the courage later. Can you expect him to remember how many answers to poetry analysis after four years of college?

"I,"

Zhang Mingyu can almost feel how the eyes of people around him are falling on him, how it starts to become complicated and weird

They began to doubt themselves, and he had to find a way to save himself!

must!

At this time, Zhang Mingyu began to secretly resent himself for being too flamboyant and not cautious enough, and also began to resent Di Xin's relentless aggressiveness.

Is he so unable to see himself as a leader? !

Almost forgetting that he plagiarized the poem of the person in front of him, Zhang Mingyu gritted his teeth, and could only make a final excuse that was not so clever, but there was no second way

"When I write poetry, it has always come naturally. When I want to write, it automatically forms in my mind, so I write it."

The author has something to say: Because this poem is to be written as the original, the author is not willing to use the poems of famous historical figures.

Then I asked my friends to write this Dongfeng, because I waited for a while, so I couldn't update it in time, I hope everyone understands

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