Lu Zheng continued to walk forward, Ying'er held the lamp, and everyone's eyes were looking at him.

When he reached the position of the screen wall, Lu Zheng had to take a step forward and he would leave everyone's sight. At this moment, Ying'er stopped.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Lu Zheng frowned slightly: "Why don't you leave?"

Ying'er stopped and stared at Lu Zheng, as if she had made a great determination, and plucked up the courage and said, "Young Master...Young Master, why don't you write a poem?"

Faced with such a situation, Lu Zheng could be very calm, but Ying'er felt uncomfortable, especially when she saw that Lu Zheng was so popular when she first came, so many people were following him, but now, these people's attitudes have all gone to another extreme.

Ying'er didn't believe that Lu Zheng could not write poetry. In her opinion, Lu Zheng did it on purpose. She didn't want Lu Zheng to leave just like this, because if he left like this, I don't know how many rumors would arise outside tomorrow! Lu Zheng was walking on thin ice, but now he really couldn't withstand too many waves.

Lu Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Ying'er. This girl was stubborn and she really couldn't leave!

He smiled softly and said, "Ying'er, you just saw it. I can't write the title given by Lord Song. If I could write a poem, today is a great day for my second uncle. How can I not give my elders the face?"

"If you know what you know, you know what you don't know. If you can't do it, you can't complain without any illness, and you can't cut your feet and put your shoes on your feet."

Ying'er stared at Lu Zheng. Lu Zheng said these words very sincerely without any sign of fakery. Ying'er was stunned for a moment. Can't she really write poems? How is this possible?

Ying'er immediately thought of Lu Zheng's study in the past six months. Indeed, Lu Zheng has devoted all his energy to the imperial examinations and has never written poetry.

Besides, the title given by Lord Song is indeed difficult, and Ying'er himself feels that she can't write a poem. Perhaps Lu Zheng really can't write it, so that's also possible.

But Ying'er was still unwilling to give up. She didn't think that the talents present were better than Lu Zheng. In her heart, Lu Zheng was the most powerful.

Not only are the talents in front of you who are not as good as Lu Zheng, but even the adults present today, including the second master and Butler Cui, may not be as good as Lu Zheng.

She pondered for a moment and said, "Young Master, in fact, Lord Song has put forward many questions today. Before we came, Lord Song's earliest question was "Snow" without limiting rhyme, and later "Plum" was released, without limiting rhyme. These questions can be written as poems!"

Ying'er spoke very seriously, and at this time everyone focused their attention on their master and servant. Lu Zheng and Ying'er asked and answered questions and answers. Ying'er was smart and spiritual, while Lu Zheng was dull but kind, completely different from his cold attitude just now.

From Lu Zheng's tone, everyone could feel his love and love for this girl.

"I feel uncomfortable today. I don't want to write poetry, okay?" Lu Zheng said.

"No! You must write poetry today, otherwise others will gossip, say you are seeking fame, or say you are making a fuss, and it will be very unfavorable to you!"

"What they said doesn't count. No one came today, and all the people who came were white-bodied without fame. If all the talents in Yangzhou were decided by them, there would be no talents in Yangzhou!" Lu Zheng's tone was very relaxed and calm, but as soon as he said this, it caused a stir.

Many people feel unhappy when they hear such words, but if they think about Lu Zheng's words carefully, they cannot argue. Indeed, the so-called students from the three counties who came to the three counties today are all white-haired without fame and fortune. As their identities, they cannot enter the literary world of Yangzhou. They are all beginners. Whether Lu Zheng has talent or not, their words are nothing.

"But there are so many adults today. Lord Song, Lord Ma and others have great words, and Lord Nie is also there. If you leave like this, Lord Nie will not be happy..." Ying'er said again.

Both the master and the servant were facing away from the yard, and they didn't care behind them at all. At this time, everyone was listening to the conversation between their master and the servant!

Lu Zheng sighed and said, "But, I just write poetry. Without paper and pen, how can I write poetry?"

Ying'er was overjoyed and clapped her hands and said, "As long as you are willing to write poems, paper and pen are not a matter. Not only paper and pen are nothing, I have helped you invite everyone Qilan. Everyone is willing to play the piano for you!"

Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment. He stared at Ying'er. It turned out that Ying'er had already prepared?

Ying'er laughed and was so happy that she was about to jump up. She suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone Qilan, where are you?"

She shouted, and the curtain in the side hall was lifted open. A young girl walked out slowly. Behind her were several maids, one maid holding a piano, and the other maids carried the table. The table was placed in the yard outside the main hall. Rice paper was immediately laid, and the pen and ink were quickly prepared.

The scene suddenly became noisy, and the main hall was in chaos, and everyone became turbulent. In the side hall, Duanmu Wanrong had just returned to the side hall. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but exclaim and suddenly stood up.

Qilan and everyone bowed to Lu Zheng and said, "I know that the young master is going to write a poem, Qilan rushed over all the way, almost one step late. It's a sin.

Young Master, everything is ready for you. Even if you write poems, Qilan will be with you!"

Lu Zheng stared at Qilan, looked at Ying'er again, and suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed and quickly walked to the front of the desk, saying, "You two girls are really scheming! Well, I'll play with you!"

He walked to the desk, took the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and shouted: "Ying'er, what topic did you just talk about?"

Ying'er shouted: "Mr. Song's first question is 'Snow'!"

Lu Zheng held the pen and pondered for a moment, then immediately buried his head in writing. Everyone in the hall stood up, it was a little cold outside, but at this time everyone didn't care and rushed into the yard.

Including Song Jin, Ma Xuewang, Nie Yong, Zhang Chengxi and others all walked out of the main hall.

However, in the yard, around Lu Zheng's several cases, there were people standing around, and four women protected Lu Zheng, and everyone could not flock to Lu Zheng.

As Lu Zheng wrote a crazy cursive script, everyone could not see the poem. Gradually, the noise became louder and louder, and some even prepared to start scolding and questioning Lu Zheng's pretentiousness.

I have experienced a lot today, and now everyone seems to have less patience. At this moment, Qilan's piano sounded.

In the wonderful sound of the piano, Qilan's beautiful and melodious voice sang: "Green Ants Fresh Wine, Red Mud Small Fireworks.

It’s snowing in the evening, can you drink a cup of wine?”

A five-character poem, Qilan's beautiful voice sings, and the artistic conception is extremely lofty. Lu Zheng's poem, after just a few words, wrote the artistic conception of the snowy night in a very warm and leisurely way, making people feel particularly comfortable.

"Good poem!" Zhang Chengxi's eyes suddenly opened wide and he shouted for a good poem. He had already issued a ban on himself, but he couldn't help but say this sentence.

Needless to say, everyone could feel the artistic conception of this poem, and the audience was shocked. Just a poem titled "Snow", no one can compare to this poem tonight!

Everyone was immersed in the wonderful realm of this poem, but listened to Qilan's song change, and his voice became clearer. He sang: "Thousands of birds fly away from the mountains, thousands of paths are gone, and the old man in a straw hat is alone, and he fishes alone in the snow in the cold river."

"boom!"

The whole audience caused a huge commotion. My God is another five-character quatrain. This poem is not weaker than the first one, but its artistic conception is completely different. It is also a top masterpiece, but each has its own advantages and is wonderful.

There are all scholars on the scene, and their ability to appreciate poetry is not weak. What’s more important is that as long as it is a top-notch good poem, it actually does not require much appreciation ability. The poem written by Lu Zheng is so good that people don’t know how to describe it in words.

The two poems are like two paintings. One is full of warmth, and the other is full of solemn atmosphere. The artistic conception is extremely lofty. The beauty penetrates everyone's heart, which makes people breathtaking and can't help but applaud.

Lu Zheng was still at his desk, and he seemed to have never heard of the amazement around him. Someone could no longer recognize him and came closer. He only saw him write, "The wind and snow send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring..."

The man had just read these two sentences, but heard Ying'er shouting: "Young Master, the second question is 'Plum', you don't have to write poems with snow anymore."

"ah?"

Lu Zheng came to his senses, frowned slightly, stared at the white paper in front of him, pondered for a while, and wrote again.

I saw him writing, Qilan changed a song and sang:

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post, lonely blooming without a master. It was already dusk and sorrow, and the wind and rain were even more filled with the spring. I had no intention of fighting for the spring, and letting the flowers be jealous. Stones fell into mud and dust, and only the fragrance was as good as before."

After Qilan finished singing this lyrics, the scene instantly set off an unprecedented climax, and the audience was filled with excitement. Lu Zheng was a lyric, but the poems were not limited to rhyme, and they could be picked up at will.

When Lu Zheng writes poems, he doesn't need to think too much. The things he writes can shock everyone. If such a poem was not seen with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe.

Can't he write Song Jin's propositional poems for top poets like Lu Zheng? I'm afraid no one in the audience would believe this when he said this.

Lu Zheng would not write, but just disdained it. Looking at the poems he wrote, and then looking at the so-called talents, even those poems written by Duanmu Wanrong, were not on the same level at all. It can be said that it is compared with rubble.

Without saying anything, Lu Zheng slapped everyone in the face with these three poems. Didn’t so many people attack him just now? Didn’t so many people say that he was seeking fame and gaining fame? Now, when these people see these three poems, who has the courage to stand up again?
Chapter completed!