Zhou Bing felt that he had never thought about these poems in his life, but he was very good at explaining them. Isn’t this what Princess Pingting’s poems mean when interpreted? Princess Pingting is indeed elegant.
This woman actually thought of going boating on this day. It was so beautiful.
Around him, one after another could not help but laugh out loud. The bolder ones even burst out loudly. Su Zhengkang laughed out loud, not caring at all that the Prime Minister's face was comparable to that of Hei Tan.
He didn't take it seriously at all. Mr. Lu also laughed out loud, and even Mr. Gu and the others twitched their lips slightly.
"Hahahaha..." Lord Lu laughed heartily. The son born to this old guy, the Prime Minister, is really a living treasure. After fighting with him for so many years, this was the first time he felt so happy in front of this old guy. What retribution.
, this is simply retribution! The prime minister has done all kinds of bad things and is very ambitious, but the sons he gave birth to are illiterate and incompetent, even inferior to the children of ordinary families.
The Prime Minister's face turned darker and darker, his big hands were clenched, and his veins were exposed. This disobedient man knew that he would make a fool of himself here, and he would lose all the dignity of the Prime Minister's Palace. Zhou Bing didn't notice anything, and just thought
They were praising him. Zhou Yi sat aside and was so frightened that his legs twitched. He sweated like rain and made his sleeves wet a lot. He wanted to remind Zhou Bing, but Zhou Bing was so proud at the moment.
Will notice these.
Zhou Bing was so proud that he looked at Su Pingting as if he was asking for credit. He didn't even notice the disgust and contempt in Su Pingting's eyes. "Princess Pingting, is this what I meant by your poem?"
Su Pingting didn't dare to get angry, but she was very annoyed in her heart. To her, Zhou Bing's explanation was simply an insult to her poem written by Su Pingting. If she didn't understand, why bother to rush forward and express it?
Now she has become the laughing stock of others. She wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so she could only laugh twice without answering.
Liu Meizhuang couldn't help laughing, and there was a bit of smile in her eyes, completely dispelling the melancholy accumulated in the past two days. In fact, Zhou Bing's explanation was reasonable. The talent that Su Pingting was proud of was just you.
That's all, even Zhou Bing can understand it. But this is probably a great insult to Su Pingting, who has always been conceited.
"Haha, Mr. Tuesday explained it well, that's what it means." The little girl smiled from ear to ear, but she had to hold back her smile and speak. She thought she was someone who couldn't read, but she was taught by the smelly old man.
After working for several years, although I can't write poetry, I still understand some poetry. The meaning of Su Pingting's poem is actually very easy to understand. However, she said that Zhou Bing's explanation was correct. In Su Pingting's poem,
This is indeed the scene. However, Zhou Bing replaced the protagonists in this poem with himself and Su Pingting.
Zhou Bing was even more proud after receiving the little boss's approval, almost squinting at the person. Concubine Zhou was a little bit dumbfounded. She had long heard that her brother's son was unable to bear the heavy responsibility and was not good enough. Now that he met her, the rumors were too little.
It was just like mud that couldn't hold up the wall, and no amount of teaching was useless. She wanted to speak to break the Prime Minister's embarrassment, but she heard Su Zhengkang speak again.
"Young Master Tuesday is really talented, and he even understood the essence of Princess Pingting's poems. So, on a whim, Mr. Su also had a poem that he wanted Young Master Tuesday to explain. What do you think if it's not Young Master Tuesday?"
At this moment, Zhou Bing only felt that he was that handsome and talented man, popular among the ladies present, and very confident. In addition, he was an idiot, and he had no idea that people were waiting to see his jokes and see how he would embarrass the Prime Minister.
With his face raised, he raised his hand towards Su Zhengkang and gave a student salute. "Brother, please tell me."
Su Zhengkang is a person who loves to join in the fun, and he is also someone who plays with the dead without repaying his life. He is the only one who dares to behave like this in public. He is the only one with such courage. His slender fingers passed through the blue and white porcelain quilt, and he looked through the moonlight.
Looking at the pool of lotus flowers that are overflowing with green and green, her slightly sexy red lips whisper softly.
"There are autumn clouds and a little glow, and there are lotus leaves and five blossoms. There is no need to close the door to sleep by the lake, and the cool breeze fills the house every night."
As soon as his poem was finished, there was a burst of boos in the audience. Liu Meizhuang couldn't help but look at Su Zhengkang a few more times. She could feel the ups and downs in this poem, as well as the emotions that could see through the warmth and coldness of the world. All along, what she had seen of Su Zhengkang was
Zhengkang was both cynical and as chic as the wind. But the meaning in this poem was clearly not in line with his usual behavior. Suddenly she remembered the night of the Prime Minister's birthday banquet, when Mr. Gu told her that there was a group of masked people joining in the fun.
They helped each other and took all the blame. The people who coveted the prime minister focused all their attention on this group of mysterious people. Su Zhengkang liked to join in the fun so much, and it was very likely that he was secretly helping. But she didn't understand.
What are the benefits of Su Zhengkang doing this and why?
Similarly, Mr. Gu Sang also looked at Su Zhengkang with a somewhat deep look. But now everyone's attention was on Zhou Bing and Su Zhengkang, so they didn't notice the sly smile flashing in his eyes.
, always feels like a calculation.
Su Pingting was also surprised. The blow to her tonight was too great. First it was Liu Meizhuang, and now even this little businessman's son was so talented. She had asked Liu Fei before, so she asked
Knowing that Su Zhengkang was just a young master from Jiangnan Su Mansion, she never thought that even such a cynical man could be so talented.
"Master Tuesday, could you please explain the meaning of Su's poem?" Su Zhengkang couldn't help but pour a glass of wine, and took time to look at Zhou Bing, who was meditating. The smile on the corner of his mouth, under the moonlight, was unexpectedly bright.
It seems a bit unattainable and noble, as well as cold. The dream-like demeanor makes people unable to see reality, and it is so hazy that it makes people want to explore.
Zhou Yizheng wanted to step forward and pull Zhou Bing away, but he couldn't be rude in front of everyone. He might be able to understand Princess Pingting's poems, but Su Zhengkang's poems made him unable to understand them at all. It seemed that he could not understand them at all.
It is a simple poem, but its meaning is difficult to understand. You must know that the Flower Appreciation Banquet is not only about the understanding of talent, but also about the understanding of the artistic conception and emotion in the poem.
Zhou Bing stood on the spot and paced, and then smiled again. Liu Meizhuang looked at it and felt that she was really stupid, but she listened to him. "This poem is even simpler. In general, it is just a cloud.
There is a cloud of clouds, and there is a large nest of lotus growing underneath. As for the last two sentences, it is easier to explain, that is, the man looked at the lotus and even forgot to close the door when sleeping."