Everyone's eyes are focused on Zhang Lang. Some people are curious, some are looking forward to it, and some are sneering, waiting for Zhang Lang to make a fool of himself!

Zhang Lang, on the other hand, smiled bitterly in his heart and thought to himself: Dad, you really think highly of me! If there is no restriction on subject matter, just memorize a Tang poem and a Song lyric, but now you actually give me a poem with a limited military theme, what do you think of me?

Complete?

As soon as I thought of this, I felt very embarrassed and my brows were furrowed unconsciously.

When Yuan Xi and others saw this scene, they all cheered up, thinking that this time Zhang Lang was finally in trouble. Mrs. Liu was smiling, but she was sneering in her heart.

Cai Yan, the instigator, stared at the frowning Zhang Lang and couldn't help but secretly thought: 'Could the rumors be true? In fact, he has no real talent and knowledge, he just uses other people's poems to win praise! If so, then

Disgraceful!

But the truth will soon be known.’

Cai Yan believes that this kind of poems and poems with the theme of military expeditions have been very rare from ancient times to the present. Except for the sad poems and poems written by the overlord of Western Chu when he committed suicide by the Wujiang River, and the Great Wind Song of Emperor Gaozu, they are almost non-existent.

among the classics.

Therefore, Cai Yan believed that unless Zhang Lang really had a talent for literary talent, he would not be able to write a poem that would make people sigh this time.

The entire hall was quiet, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Lang. As time passed, more and more people felt that Zhang Lang couldn't do it.

Seeing this scene, Xu Cheng wanted to smooth things over for Zhang Lang, so he smiled and clasped his fists at Yuan Shao and said, "Prime Minister, the festival is festive now, and I'm afraid Brother Yuan is not in the mood to write conquest poems, so why not change the subject?"

Yuan Shao also felt that Zhang Lang couldn't do it anymore and wanted to find a step for him to step down. When he heard Xu Cheng's words, he felt that it was exactly what he wanted and he wanted to agree.

However, at this moment, Mrs. Liu smiled and said: "Mr. Xu underestimated Mai'er! I see that Mai'er is thinking about it, and it must have been completed by now. Let's just wait for a while!"

When Yuan Shao saw Mrs. Liu say this, he couldn't help swallowing the words that came to his lips. He just felt that it was hard for him to contradict his wife. He couldn't help but frowned and looked at Zhang Lang, secretly saying: Mai'er, this time under the public gaze.

, you must not disappoint your father!

Those who wanted Zhang Lang to make a fool of himself all looked at Zhang Lang with gloating eyes. Zhang Hairen taunted in a low voice: "It seems that the rumors are true. This Fourth Young Master has no real material at all. I'm afraid he will be in trouble this time."

Shame on you!"

Sima Qingyi on the side frowned slightly, unable to tell what he was thinking.

Time passed by unconsciously, and many people were impatient with waiting. Yuan Xi couldn't help but raised his voice: "Fourth brother, even if you can't admit it, no one will really laugh at you!"

Bai Qian, a scholar from Luoyang, said with a smile: "If the Fourth Young Master wants to linger, we will naturally have no objection. It's just that it's a bit rude to delay the Prime Minister's banquet like this!"

Yuan Shao felt a little disappointed in his heart. He felt that the rumors were untrue after all. Maier was well versed in the art of battle formations and was a warrior on the battlefield. How could he be proficient in poetry?

With this thought in mind, I prepared to smooth things over for Zhang Lang and give him a way out.

"I'm sorry, Dad! It took me so long!..." Zhang Lang suddenly said.

Yuan Xi sneered and said: "Since you know that you have wasted your father's time, why don't you go back to your place quickly." Bai Qian and others also sneered, with a look of contempt in their eyes.

Zhang Lang smiled and said to Yuan Xi: "Second brother, don't be anxious. It won't be too late to return to your seat after I finish reciting this poem for my father."

As soon as these words came out, everyone showed expressions of disbelief. Yuan Xi's face darkened and he stared at Zhang Lang. Bai Qian, a talented man from Luoyang, still looked at Zhang Lang with a sneer, as if he didn't believe it.

I think Zhang Lang is just insisting on his words at this moment.

Yuan Shao couldn't help but urge: "Since Mai'er has made a poem, recite it quickly!" There was a hint of expectation in his tone. Mrs. Liu on the side frowned and turned her eyes to Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang organized his thoughts, acted like a poet, and read out the Tang poem that he had racked his brains to come up with:

"Qinghai is covered by long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city overlooks Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never return it until it is broken!"

As Zhang Lang recited it, he felt as if he had returned to the tragic battlefields of ancient and modern times. The iron-blooded and tragic aura that had penetrated into his bones could not help but emit, making this Tang poem particularly shocking!

The scene was completely silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

Sima Qingyi looked at Zhang Lang with wide eyes, his eyes full of disbelief. Unconsciously, his palms loosened and the wine glass in his hand fell down and fell to the ground with a bang.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses, and the scene suddenly became commotion. General Yan Liang laughed loudly and said: "What a yellow sand, wearing golden armor in a hundred battles, and I swear I will not return it until Loulan is broken!"

Although I don’t know much about writing, these two sentences made my blood boil!”

All the generals present agreed and looked very excited.

Yuan Shao couldn't help but feel excited. He slapped his thigh and praised: "Maier's poem, although the words are concise, fully demonstrates the pride of our generation! A man should have such iron-blooded pride when he is alive!"

As the instigator, Cai Yan's beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhang Lang, filled with indescribable excitement. His expression was as if he had been looking for something he desired for many years and suddenly found it at this moment.

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The beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and she was obviously suppressing her emotions.

Yuan Xi, Bai Qian, Zhang Hairen and others looked pale, as if they were dead, especially Bai Qian and Zhang Hairen. Their pride as talented men was completely shattered at this moment.

The only bit of support I had was gone at this moment. Facing Zhang Lang, who was smiling and attracting everyone's attention, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of myself.

As for Mrs. Liu, there was a cold light in her beautiful eyes, and the murderous intention in it was extremely shocking. But at this moment, no one else noticed it.

Yuan Shao deliberately smiled and asked Cai Yong, who showed infinite admiration for Zhang Lang: "Grand Master, how do you like the poems and poems I have made?"

Cai Yong sighed, then clasped his fists and said: "The vast atmosphere, the iron-blooded pride! Although there are only a few words, even in the entire "Book of Songs", I am afraid there is no comparable one! It can be called a masterpiece, and it is enough."

It can be passed down through the ages!

The talents of the Fourth Young Master are astonishing in ancient times and today, and I am ashamed to say that I am so talented!"

Yuan Shao laughed loudly and said: "The Grand Scholar is too much of a prize! If the Grand Scholar doesn't give up, I would like to ask Maier to become the Grand Master's disciple. I wonder if the Grand Master is willing to accept it?"

Zhang Lang was stunned for a moment, and said depressedly: Okay! There is another teacher inexplicably!!

Cai Yong glanced at Zhang Lang, his eyes full of fondness, and said to Yuan Shao with a smile: "If the Fourth Young Master doesn't object, I really want it!"

"In that case, the matter is settled. Mai'er, why don't you come and see the teacher soon!"

Everyone present, especially Mrs. Liu, showed surprise, because including Mrs. Liu, they had hoped to give their children to Cai Yong as his disciples, but Cai Yong politely refused. He did not expect that he would agree today.

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