Why is it him again?
Didn't you just knock him out in the first round?
Li Er looked back at the judges' seat with a strange face, and then turned his head to look at Cheng Motou who was holding the small wine jar.At this time, Li Er was speechless and speechless, and he finally prepared to personally appreciate the first place of the second question on a whim, now it's good, acquaintances don't say it, this quality must make people unable to comment on it, the water that was spilled, although the boss was reluctant, but Li Er still took the answer sheet, and the eyes of the martial arts were all focused on the emperor's side, and even the audience not far away stretched their necks to look here, after all, it was the first to hand in the second question, and now there is only such a poem to watch."
Hehe, Xiao Mo has grown up, this time it's still a five-character poem."
Li Er joked to Cheng Yanjin with a smile, but after seeing the content clearly, he didn't speak, but opened his eyes wide and looked again.The officials are very puzzled, what?
What exactly is the content, is it so shocking?
The emperor was dumbfounded?
Need to read it twice?"
Your Majesty, what did my boy write?
If he dares to write again, see if I don't pick his skin. ”Cheng Yanjin couldn't help but ask.Li Er laughed, casually handed the test paper to the eldest grandson Wuji beside him, and then opened his mouth and ordered: "Come on, pass the order to go down, and send a snack to each boat, I think these children are hungry." ”What's the situation, everyone has speculated, what is written in it, and the emperor has added food?
At this time, the eldest grandson Wuji next to him couldn't help but laugh along, and then read out the poem aloud: "The moon is round in the sky, I look like meat naan."
It is a full moon when it comes out of the oven, and it is a crescent moon when it is bitten.It's a pity that on the ground, the hands are not long enough.If I am in heaven, I will pluck the moon and make naan. ”Everyone was watching this poem, and after listening to it, they all fell silent for two seconds, and then burst out laughing, how hungry they are, wanting to go to the sky and eat the moon.Including the queen's female dependents, they couldn't help but cover their mouths, Xiao Xuanxuan and her son were almost full, hearing someone talking about meat naan, Xiao Xuanxuan looked up a little innocently and recalled: "I have eaten meat naan at Master's house, it is delicious." ”Seeing his son being ridiculed all over the house, Cheng bit the gold face and red ears, this time he really couldn't interrupt anymore, he secretly scolded this bastard boy in his heart, knowing that he couldn't pick it, he didn't know how to learn smarter, hide in it and don't come out, what answer sheet do you have to hand in?"
Bastard Cheng Chumo, what kind of poem did you write for Lao Tzu to get out?"
Cheng Yanjin, who was very angry, put down the wine jar, strode to the shore and shouted.But Cheng Chumo didn't come out, and hid in the cabin and responded: "Dad, that poem was not written by a child, I didn't hand it in." ”At this moment, there was a person shouting good poems, and everyone looked at it, it turned out to be the military general Chi Jingde sitting next to Cheng Yanjin, this black general is notoriously untransformed, what is it called at this time?
Cheng Yanjin couldn't help but turn around and give the other party a roll of his eyes and scolded: "You old black, those poor people just laugh at my son, and you also bully juniors?"
Do you need me to fight you for 300 rounds?
”Wei Chi Gonghun didn't care, picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all, "Lao Cheng, I really applaud."
Your Da Lang's poem is easy to understand and not to say, and it is extremely courageous, I don't care about anything else, this last sentence, the courage of the sky to pick the moon, I'm afraid few people dare to say that, this child is good, he will definitely have great ability in the future. ”Cheng Yanjin was speechless, this is a foodie who is very hungry and dares to say anything, what kind of boldness does he have?"
Yes, although this poem is a work of oil, but there are also commendable points, the old man thinks that what General Wei Chi said is extremely true, Cheng Chumo is good at martial arts, and it is well known that military generals write poems regardless of elegance, they must have a momentum."
This was said by Yu Shinan, and the great Confucian opened his mouth to praise it, so this time it is not a mockery, Cheng Yanjin's face is also good-looking, and he thinks that in the end, he still wants people to comment on the great Confucian, how good is this evaluation?
If you change the poor acid around, you will see the shortcomings."
Hahahaha, thank you Mr.
Bosch for your kind words, it's just a dog graffiti, what kind of courage can a child have, see and smile."
Cheng Yanjin hurriedly saluted Yu Shinan.Then he bowed to the emperor and said: "Your Majesty, today's poetry meeting is a place for talented people to show, our group of boys have studied martial arts in that time on weekdays, I'm afraid it will be difficult for these boys to let them dance and play ink, and the children are also hungry, so it's better to let them come up and be an audience." ”Before the emperor could speak, Xu Jingzong next to him laughed again: "General Cheng, Ling Gongzi's poetic spirit is not small, it is much stronger than the previous poem of catching fish and eating shrimp, it can be seen that he has just entered the best situation, why do you have to withdraw it?"
”Cheng Yanjin turned his head and feigned anger: "Lao Xu, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute, and it will be a lot of things." ”Everyone laughed, and Li Er nodded: "What Zhijie said is very good, then call these children up and leave those who are willing to persevere." ”Cheng Motou strode to the edge of Qujiang Pond with satisfaction, and shouted inside: "Bastard boy, why don't you come up quickly?"
Let you participate in it again, and make a third song, I'm afraid that your father and my face will make you lose your face, see if I go back and don't clean you up. ”"Dad, I really didn't do that, I didn't hand in the paper at all.""
Nonsense, who are you with No. 8?""
Really, the child is No. 18, not No. 8."
Oh?
Cheng Yanjin looked back at Emperor Li Er, Li Er turned his head to look at the eldest grandson Wuji who was holding the test paper next to him, and the old fox looked down, "Heh, it's really a mistake, No. 8, the name here is Yu Chi Baolin." ”When Xu Jingzong heard this, he hurriedly apologized: "Ahem, that was my mistake before." ”Who?
Yu Chi Baolin?
The child of the old black family?
Cheng Yanjin laughed, pointed at Wei Chigong and said with a smile: "Lao Hei, it's the boss of your family, sure enough, he is more daring than my son, and he wants to go to the sky to eat the moon." ”Surrounded by everyone in the center and ridiculed, Wei Chigong's face turned black and red, and he said angrily: "What kind of bullshit poetry did this bastard make?"
See if I don't peel him!
”Yes, just said that Cheng Chu did it silently, don't you still praise others for their courage?
Now it's bullshit poetry to change to your own son?
Wei Chigong is a person who attaches great importance to face, so he stood up and wanted to go over to find his son to educate him, and everyone hurriedly grabbed it, the poetry will be fun, what do you recognize?
Emperor Li Er persuaded everyone, "Okay, don't make trouble, let's not affect the mood of other students to compose poems." ”Also, this time is not short, and people are starting to submit papers one after another."
Huh?
This Du Shaoming, who was born in a poor family, is also so talented?
The old man actually got his answer sheet again. ”Lu Deming, the assistant teacher of Guozijian, was surprised, and then directly read out the poem written by Wu Zhao in his hand: "When the treasure mirror rises in the sky, the immortal sound among the clouds is silent; The equinox is full of colors, and the clouds are bright for a long time. ”Good, good poetry, good spirit!
This compliment was not issued by Lu Deming, but Wei Zheng, who was sitting not far away, shouted first, and this applause directly woke up the eldest grandson Chong, who was composing poems in the cabin not far away, from the artistic conception, and the pen shook and wrote a wrong word.