Chapter 491 Fake

Zhang Xinlin was the fourth one to get up. He took a piece of calligraphy from the staff, and then introduced to everyone: "This is a treasure that I have collected for many years. It is called "Yuanlong Sticker", and it was written by Master Wang Yinghan. , It has been preserved for more than ten years, and it is still quite valuable for collection. Everyone knows that Master Wang Yinghan is a man with a bold personality, unrestrained and unrestrained, and he is happy to drink on weekdays, so I will use the word "drinking" as the title. Poetry is fine."

Everyone listened.

All eyes lit up.

To know.

The topic of drinking is still relatively popular.

On weekdays, they dabble.

Even if you can't think of it right now.

There is also a lot of inventory in the mind.

It is not difficult to write it out.

The rare thing is how to stand out from the crowd.

Not long.

Some people began to use their pens to polish their rhetoric.

Some people stepped forward and read it directly after sorting out their minds.

Zhang Qi is not in a hurry.

While paying attention to the works of other literati.

While polishing his own verses.

About ten minutes.

When you feel confident to win the championship.

He just stepped forward.

"I hope Master Zhang will like the song "Drunk Among the Flowers" written by a student." Zhang Qi said loudly immediately.

"Okay, read it."

Zhang Xinlin nodded with a smile.

At this time.

Many people's eyes quickly gathered over.

The corners of Zhang Qi's mouth raised.

After taking a breath.

Then start playing.

"Eastern City Gradually Feels the Wind"

"Crackling."

"Dongcheng Gradually"

"Crackling."

"East"

"Crackling."

Fuck!

Say it loudly.

Still he is pinching his own rhythm.

Zhang Qi's entire face was instantly pulled down.

Black ones won't work.

He turned his head and looked towards the window.

I saw that the guy who peeled the walnuts had hazelnuts in his hands this time.

It's called an effort to smash it.

Even more irritating.

He smashed it and didn't eat it by himself.

Instead, feed it to the woman opposite.

This is poetry!

Very serious poetry meeting!

What are you two doing here?

"I said, if the two of you like eating so much, go out to eat, okay? Can you not influence others here?"

I got angry after being interrupted for a while.

Now Zhang Qi is even more angry.

Didn't shy away from people either.

Just throw out such a sentence.

Look at the two young people in front of you.

He only regarded the other party as a family member brought in by someone.

So there is no fear of offending people.

As soon as Zhang Qi said this.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin instantly became the focus of the audience.

Everyone looked at them in unison.

beside.

Father Yu's complexion changed first.

He knew that Zhang Qi was Yuan Dajun's disciple.

Identity is here.

It's not good to have conflicts.

So he hurried forward to act as a peacemaker.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I've bothered you, and I apologize for the children." Dad Yu said with a haha.

"Uncle, I don't mean anything else."

Zhang Qi's expression softened slightly: "You two family members have made all kinds of noises since they came in, it really makes people unable to concentrate, I hope they pay attention."

This is a bit of an exaggeration.

Just the movement of Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin eating.

Basically no one noticed.

After all, my mind is on writing poetry.

What's more, the voice of raving and reading is not small.

Who cares.

However, Zhang Qi is more sensitive.

Usually quiet.

In addition, Lin Hao is not very pleasing to the eye.

That's when it exploded.

"Okay, okay."

Father Yu smiled and agreed.

Lin Hao frowned.

I wanted to refute.

You can see the old man winking at him.

Think about it.

Still pressed down.

But the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

Zhang Xinlin said with a smile at this time: "Little brother has been eating since he came here, but he hasn't participated in the competition very much. Do you want me to try this question?"

As soon as this word came out.

Everyone is a little confused.

no.

Who is this person?

Why did Master Zhang take the initiative to invite him?

And Zhang Qi.

Also looked suspicious.

A bit unclear so.

Only the few people who entered the room at the end showed no change in expression.

Start to think about it.

for this invitation.

Lin Hao originally didn't want to agree.

Be a spectator.

Nothing bad.

But he looked at Zhang Qi, who was finding fault, and thought of the scene of the old man apologizing just now, but nodded his head: "Then try it, let him read it first."

Let him finish reading first?

heard the words.

Zhang Qi couldn't help sneering inwardly.

There's nothing wrong with this guy's mind.

If you join the team and show off first, you might win some applause.

Poems can be written behind him.

Then it can only be lost with everyone.

"It seems that the little brother has an idea."

Zhang Xinlin smiled, then looked at Zhang Qi and said, "Then let's continue first."

"Okay, Master Zhang."

Zhang Qi regrouped.

He began to introduce his poems slowly.

Dongcheng is getting better

Corrugated welcoming flag

Green poplar smoke outside Xiao Han light

Red apricot branches in spring

Floating growth hates little entertainment

Ken Ai Qianjin smiled lightly

Holding wine for the king to persuade the setting sun

And stay in the evening photos among the flowers

This poem comes out.

Another round of applause.

Zhang Xinlin also had to nod in praise.

The purpose of the whole article is to drink alcohol.

The environment that can be expanded is really beautiful.

The first film starts from swimming in the lake.

Acura spring.

Paint a vibrant and colorful picture of early spring

The next film is contrary to the strong artistic conception of the previous film.

Talk about drinking.

It is said that life is like a dream.

Carpe Diem.

"good!"

"This poem is wonderful."

"Zhang Qi is probably going to make another move."

"The ability is too strong."

"Killing crazy."

"I'm afraid there's no need to compare in the future, can I still lose?"

The strong images in the poems are sensed.

All the people present were amazed by it.

If Zhang Qi in front gave them the impression that he was only strong.

That is ridiculously strong now.

This poem comes out.

There is simply no way to fight.

The road to the people behind is cut off.

"Good guy, your apprentice is much stronger than last year."

The judges here.

Zhao Qinglong couldn't help but commented: "The writing is getting more and more detailed."

Yuan Dajun smiled and explained: "This child is born with a relatively high understanding of ancient poetry, plus he usually works hard enough, so it is not surprising that he has this level."

"Mr. Yuan, you can't hold back the corners of your mouth, it's not surprising." Zhou Tingyun said directly to expose him.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou, others can say this, but you can't."

Yuan Dajun said: "I think your granddaughter's level is also strong."

"Peiwen is still lacking in poetry compared to Zhang Qi." Zhou Tingyun said truthfully.

"It also depends on how well you perform on the spot. Don't praise this kid. You can't be proud now. I'm afraid you will be even more proud later." Yuan Dajun said hastily.

"What's wrong with the arrogance, this kid Zhang Qi has the confidence to be arrogant."

Wang Xuehai interrupted and said: "In other words, people call it self-confidence, they have no skills, and they can't be proud even if they want to."

"You guys"

Yuan Dajun shook his head with a broken smile.

But the approval of the lover in the eyes.

But it couldn't be hidden.

field.

Zhang Qi finished reading.

He stood aside and looked at Lin Hao contemptuously.

The corner of the mouth with a faint smile seemed to say: "I'm done with the show, it's your turn."

To this.

Lin Hao wasn't afraid either.

Even when walking over.

Neither looked at each other.

Just ignored it.

No intention to pretend to be forced.

Qunfang was jealous.

A good life is always so involuntary.

No way.

Since you are feeling uncomfortable all over, find someone to abuse you.

Come on then.

"Master Zhang, my poem is called "Will Enter the Wine"."

Lin Hao stood still.

Introduced slowly.

"Okay, let's get started. I'm really looking forward to the little brother's work."

What Zhang Xinlin said was not adulterated at all.

At the last literary meeting.

He has liked the few poems written by Lin Hao for quite a long time.

Especially "Shui Tuo Ge Tou".

It is not an exaggeration to say.

That is the existence of the ceiling in Mid-Autumn Ci.

Everyone present counts as one.

Absolutely.

But what they don't know is.

The author is here now.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning"

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening"

Take a deep breath.

Lin Hao began to read out.

His voice is not loud.

It's like a simple statement.

But even so.

Everyone still heard it.

Not only heard.

Their expressions are slightly stiff because of these two lines of poetry.

The same is true for Zhang Qi.

He originally thought that the other party was an idiot who didn't understand anything.

But this starts.

There is still something.

However, no one thought of it.

Even more terrifying literature ravages are quietly unfolding.

To be happy in life is to be happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon

I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink, don't stop drinking

A song with Junge, please listen to me

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I will not wake up after being drunk

The ancient sages are all lonely, but the drinkers leave their names

When Chen Wang was in the old days, he feasted in peace and joy, and fought with thousands of people to have fun.

Why does the master say that if you have less money, you have to sell it to the king

Five-flowered horse, Qianjinqiu

Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you

Lin Hao recited it eloquently.

But the expressions of the entire scene, from the judges to the contestants, suddenly became interesting.

As time progresses.

Their facial morphology is constantly changing.

At the end.

It was like seeing a ghost.

He looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief.

"Oh My God."

"This poem."

"Absolutely."

"How can it be"

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"There are other poems like this?"

"I heard something."

The literati were stunned.

Father Yu and the others were stunned.

Zhang Xinlin and several other judges were also shocked.

Look at Zhang Qi again.

The whole person is already listening to the distraught.

The originally ruddy face suddenly turned pale.

"Impossible, how is it possible, how can you write such a poem."

Lost.

Zhang Qi muttered to himself.

Full of unbelievable.

What the hell is this joke.

He is a leader of the younger generation.

How could it be defeated by a random guy?

And this guy is not very old.

Fake!

It must be fake!