"Old ancestors are so charming that they are still as good as they were back then!" Everyone praised.
Murong Qiu waved his hand and said, "I'll start with a likable poem, don't laugh at me."
An old man in Zhongshan suit said: "There are snow and bamboo in the poem, which are close to the theme, and are full of profound meaning and lofty minds. If this is a limerick, then other poems are not even as good as water."
Murong Qiu laughed and said, "Brother Zhiwen is still so exaggerated. Your Lu family is a famous scholarly family in Shen Hai. How about you? "
Lu Zhiwen smiled and said, "Okay, then I will write a poem..." He pondered slightly and said, "Pine, bamboo, green and glaze, the sun is late and the mountains are dusk. There is no one alone in the quiet path, so who can I tell you about this hatred? It is like the plum blossoms together.
There is still a friend who seeks the fragrance. He is willing to smell it when he is interested, and the fragrance is in a place without any intention."
Everyone applauded, and Murong Qiu praised: "The poems just now include plum, bamboo, orchid, which account for three of the four gentlemen. It is true that they are the masters of everyone's style."
"Don't dare, don't dare." Lu Zhiwen sat down modestly.
When the two of them started together, many people were excited, and the poems on the birthday party would reach climax again.
Murong Qiu was very happy, "Young people should also actively participate. What are your masterpieces, Nephew Nangong?" This old lady has always paid attention to Nangong Jian and wanted to make him more outstanding and add more to Murong Ningxue's face.
Point of light.
Nangong Jian had already thought about it and stood up, "I have learned a little bitch, and I hope my seniors will give me more advice." He slowly recited: "Old friends are sad and helpless on the stream, and the smoke is covered with moon trees. A trickle of spring water
When it was dusk, there was no pause. I missed my lovesickness. I once agreed to my heart deeply. I dreamed of hard work and poetry. I heard that the east wind was also affectionate, and was kept by the bamboo, and the fragrance was kept."
Everyone applauded and praised Murong Qiu smiled happily, and even Murong Ningxue nodded slightly.
Murong Qiu nodded and praised: "Although there is no plum blossom, there is a chanting of plum blossoms everywhere. There are bamboos and plums, which should be in line with the bamboo and plum scenery in our courtyard. It implies the man's lovesickness and bitter love for women.
I am the same state of mind as my nephew now. It is really affectionate and beautiful, and it is amazing. It is indeed very talented!"
"Xie Lao Changxing praised her." Nangong Jian looked at Murong Ningxue's eyes. His words actually expressed his love for Murong Ningxue for many years, and he had a kind of trouble of falling flowers and flowing water. I wonder if Murong Ningxue could feel it.
To his admiration?
It seems that there are results now, but Nangong Jian is becoming more and more worried...
Murong Qiu smiled and said, "Nangong's wife has made a good start again, and other young people must also keep up."
Someone said: "The second young master's poem is so excellent, we dare not show any more ugly things."
"Yes, pearls and jade are ahead..."
Not only young children, but also those literary heroes also felt that Nangong Jian’s poem was the limit of this poem, and no one came out to recite it again.
Of course, everyone also had the idea of applauding Nangong Jian as the leader of this poetry scene.
First of all, he is a child of a noble family. Since he wants to show off, it is best for others not to compete with him. He cannot leave a good impression on him, but he must not have a bad impression on him.
Secondly, they all saw that the old birthday star Murong Qiu wanted to let Nangong Jian stand out, so how could it be fulfilled?
However, Murong Qiu didn't seem to have enough fun and looked at Murong Ningxue, "Xiaoxue, you should be the one who is good at it."
When Murong Ningxue heard about herself, she stood up and smiled and said, "Auntie, I was ashamed when I heard Mr. Long Fei's poems just now. I felt that I was not as good as him. It was indeed a big vague place in the city. I think Mr. Long Fei should write again.
A poem.”
Lin Fei was stunned. What does Murong Ningxue mean?
Did she recognize herself?
Or was she a fan of herself? Didn’t she just fallen under her talent and singing back then?
But with her current state of mind, she probably won’t be able to do it?
Then why?
When everyone heard Murong Ningxue recommending Lin Fei, they were all wondering. Even though Lin Fei performed brilliantly enough tonight, it would not be so respected by a lady from a noble family?
Xu Zixuan whispered to Xu Qian beside him: "Look, you are a pretentious uncle, you have attracted Murong Ningxue's attention. You can no longer describe my admiration for him in words."
At this time, Nangong Jian's eyes were covered with clouds, but his expression was still calm. "Ningxue has always loved talents, and there are many talented people in his family. I think Ningxue loves talents for Mr. Long Fei.
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"Master Long, my niece and Nangong nephew both highly respect you. It seems that you are going to write another poem."
Forget it, this time I will introduce the selected poems from my previous life. Let’s also have an ancient poem. Lin Fei smiled and said, “Then I will be ugly.” He whispered:
Mei Xue is competing for spring but is willing to surrender, and the money is paid for the Sao Renge.
The plum is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum.
There is no spirit without snow, and there is no poetry without snow.
The poems are all the time when the sun is dusk, and the plum blossoms are full of spring.
This poem evaluates snow and plum blossoms very well. When welcoming spring, the two things have their own advantages. Although the plum blossoms are beautiful, they are not as white as snow. Although the snowflakes are white, they lose the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Only when the two complement each other can the time when the cold winter is about to fade is more beautiful.
"What a poem! What a poem!" Murong Qiu couldn't help but applaud, and everyone praised it.
"It's true that this poem is very talented. It tells the characteristics of plum blossoms and snow, and is catchy and catchy, making people applaud and awesome. It's a masterpiece!"
Once this poem is published, no one dares to do it anymore. This time, no one dares to show off his ugly face.
But you have to judge the pros and cons, Murong Qiu has a great success.
Nangong Jian’s poems are also very good, but they are definitely not as good as Lin Fei.
However, Nangong Jian’s reputation is that the children of aristocratic families cannot save him, so it is said that the two are equally matched.
Even so, Nangong Jian's expression had begun to control himself, and his face began to turn blue. He thought to himself that Lin Fei was indeed extremely annoying.
"Since both poems are excellent, I have a little difficulty in choosing. I wonder which poem do you think is better?" Murong Qiu didn't expect that Master Long was so talented, and she couldn't say that Nangong Jian was not as good as him, so she also
Hesitated.
"Why not like this, what if they want to write another song?" Zhu Huaiyuan said.
"This proposal is very good, just for them to show their talents more." Murong Qiu thought that this was the only way to go.
"I wish my grandfather's proposal is good, but I have a better proposal." The person who spoke was a young man sitting at the same table with Nangong Jian, Murong Ningxue and others. Ran Tianyang, the son of the second son of the Ran family. After he finished speaking, he said to him.
He winked at Nangong Jian.
"Oh? Let's talk about it." Murong Qiu said.
"Poetry is just a form of expression of the culture inherited by China. Since both of them are talented, it is better to compare other abilities to see which one is more comprehensive?" It turns out that Ran Tianyang and Nangong Jian were originally friends.
Nangong Jian was actually suppressed by a chef, so he naturally didn't want to, so he wanted to stand out for Nangong Jian. He knew that Nangong Jian had a wide range of knowledge and was outstanding, so he came up with this idea.
"So great!" Murong Qiu looked at Zhu Huaiyuan with a smile, "It would be better for Mr. Zhu to give a competition."
Zhu Huaiyuan stroked his beard, "Today there are poems and lyrics, and if there are a few more paintings, it will be more complementary."
"Okay, just draw!" Just like Murong Qiu's intention, she loved poetry, calligraphy and painting the most, and of course she agreed with it very much.
Murong Ningxue was slightly stunned. Drawing? Didn’t see Lin Fei painting? Will he do it?
Murong Qiu looked at Lin Fei with a smile, "Master Long Fei, I wonder if you understand painting?"
"I understand a little bit, I can only be considered a layman."
"If Master Long is really embarrassed, it's better not to draw. Anyway, Master Long is already outstanding enough today." At this time, Chu Nanfeng, who had never spoken, suddenly stood up and said.
Lin Fei thought to himself that Brother Chu might have recognized him and wanted to help him.
"Nephew Chu is right. Even if Master Long doesn't do paintings, I will give you a big lottery." Murong Qiu was naturally willing to withdraw, especially Lin Fei.
"Okay, I don't have to show my shame." Lin Fei didn't want to draw either. He didn't use a paintbrush again when he became a soldier in his previous life. His level is definitely not good. This thing needs to be practiced all day long.
"It's a cook! Just cook good dishes. How can you do this? You cook is very tactful." Ran Tianyang said disdainfully.
"That's right, I don't even look at my own weight, and I dare to do some writing here..." Ran Mengru certainly did not miss this opportunity to tease Lin Fei.
The young people here are basically looking at them, "That's right, maybe he knows the old birthday star's preferences, and prepares poems to celebrate the birthday in advance..."
"It must be ulterior motives and taking advantage of the situation..."
"It is very likely that I copied someone else's poems..."
In fact, it’s not their fault that they say that. Of course, the chefs in a small noodle restaurant are eye-catching and professional, but it’s incredible to be able to recite poems and write poems.
The key is that they slapped the faces of these top-level young men and ladies. The chefs in the underworld in a small restaurant are so popular. How can they feel?
This made them unite together and resist this ignorant chef.
Shen Tong stood up, "You can't compare to others, just say he is taking advantage of the situation. What's the reason?"
Xu Qian also said angrily: "Have you heard of the poem he wrote just now? This is obviously his own original work!"
Lin Fei didn't expect that Shen Tong and Xu Qian supported him so much. Shen Tong was fine. He knew them and was also a daughter of a famous family. But Xu Qian was different. Her status was different from them, and she also brought her today.
With the mission in hand, and Lin Fei had already completed the mission, even if she was ridiculed by someone, she could choose to remain silent at this time. She was really unexpected for her to stand up and speak for Lin Fei.
"That's right. I've read almost all the Chinese poetry collections. I have never seen two poems written by Master Long Fei anywhere. Even if it's not improvised on the spot, it must be his own poem, even for the sake of longevity.
The banquet is not prepared, but others can't write two outstanding verses like the one just now." It was Murong Ningxue who spoke.