After the poem was sung, the whole audience was in an uproar.
"What a poem!" Someone stood up and applauded.
"There is no word "month" in the whole article, but the word "month" is everywhere. Such a masterpiece is really rare!"
“Famous teachers produce great disciples, this statement is true!”
"Brother Lu Heng has taught a good apprentice!"
For a time, the entire poetry meeting was filled with praises for Lu Junda.
After Zhu Ben heard this, he couldn't help but murmured a little.
He pushed Li Changkong and asked in a low voice: "Old Li, are his poems really so great?"
When Li Changkong heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head and said, "No!"
"The artistic conception and wording of his poem are quite satisfactory, and indeed there are some qualities that are remarkable."
"But those present are either young talents or great scholars, and they are not enough to cheer for such an article."
"If my prediction is good, it's probably because of Lu Heng's face."
"If you say that, I'll be relieved." Zhu Ben grinned and smiled.
"What do you want to do?" Li Changkong was a little surprised.
"Stand back, I'm going to start showing off in front of people!"
As soon as he said this, Zhu Ben stood up without any hindrance and said: "I think I am a masterpiece of nouns. No one can imagine it, but it is nothing more than that."
As soon as these words came out, the cheers from the audience suddenly stopped.
Everyone looked at Zhu Ben and frowned involuntarily when they saw that it was the rude person just now.
Lu Junda frowned even more and angrily said, "Who are you? Why do you say that my poetry is nothing more than this?"
"Why? Just because my poems are ten times and a hundred times better than yours!"
hiss!
As soon as this statement came out, there was another uproar.
The smile on Lu Heng's lips disappeared, and he said in a low tone: "It's good for young people to be a little arrogant, but don't rely on your talents to be arrogant and arrogant."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid it will hurt others and myself."
Zhu Ben turned a deaf ear and said directly: "Give me time to write a poem. After I finish reciting it, if you think your poem can surpass mine, then I will apologize to you on the spot."
"On the contrary, how you came up is how you came up!"
"Today is a poetry meeting held by Her Royal Highness the Princess. It's just a mediocre work. Don't bring it out again to embarrass yourself."
Lu Junda was so angry that his face turned red, and he said angrily: "Then you can recite it, and I want to see what kind of poem it is that gives you such courage!"
"Listen up!" Zhu Ben was not afraid and directly raised his voice and said: "
The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately if you want to drink Pipa.
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times! "
After reciting a short poem of four sentences and twenty-eight characters, Lu Junda, who was furious just now, was completely silent now.
His face turned even redder, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't hold back even a single word.
Is it possible that you are really speaking out of conscience and saying that this poem is not good?
If this poem is not good, the one he wrote is really bullshit.
In addition, among so many people present, who is not a poet?
For the sake of the teacher, they may show off their favors and flatter them.
But if I want to confuse right and wrong, I'm afraid it won't be that easy.
"Tell me, what do you think of my poem?" Zhu Ben saw the red faces up and down the high platform, and immediately realized that Lao Li was still very good!
A casual poem is enough to scorn these so-called young talents.
"Royal brother, this man is quite talented, but he is too arrogant. Which family is he from?" Princess Huaiqing asked Liu Yu while sitting on the stage.
Who would have thought that when Liu Yu heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched and he was speechless.
Zhu Ben, a rough and tumble guy, is also quite talented?
Pooh!
If he is talented in literature, then I will be the reincarnation of the literary star!
But when Princess Huaiqing asked a question, he, as his younger brother, couldn't help but refuse to answer, so he had to say truthfully: "Zhu Ben is the eldest son of the Yangcheng Hou Mansion!"
Princess Huaiqing took a panoramic view of Liu Yu's face and nodded calmly.
If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll have some fun today.
On the high platform, Lu Junda was so angry with Zhu Ben that he couldn't get off the stage. He was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to kill himself on the spot.
But at the critical moment, Lu Heng took action.
"This little friend's poem is indeed good, but...is it a little off topic?"
"A side question?" Upon hearing this, Zhu Ben suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and asked in surprise: "What a side topic?"
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. When the moon is full, it is natural to use either autumn or the moon as the theme."
"The frontier poem just now is good, but it is inevitably a bit inconsistent with today's theme."
"Since Mr. Zhu is so talented, why not write another one that fits the theme, so that it can open our eyes." There was deep sarcasm hidden in the depths of Lu Heng's eyes.
How can you guys not know what your level is as a noble son?
If you just keep being a shrinking bastard, that's all. But if you have to jump out and pretend to be disgusting, that's your fault.
In this case, I don't mind peeling off the skin of your turtle.
As expected, when Zhu Ben heard this, he froze in place. After hesitating for a long time, he squeezed out one or two words: "This poem is about inspiration."
"Inspiration is something you all know. You are all literati. It's mysterious and extraordinary. You can't just talk about it."
"I am lucky enough to be able to compose this frontier poem. It is absolutely impossible to compose another poem about the moon in a short period of time."
Listening to Zhu Ben's serious explanation, Lu Heng smiled: "Since Mr. Zhu only has the ability to write a poem, can you tell me?"
"Why do you write poems about frontier fortresses instead of poems about the moon or autumn that can answer the title?"
"This, you know, inspiration!"
When Lu Heng heard this, he smiled again: "We do have inspiration when we write poetry."
"But Mr. Zhu, could you tell me, what was it about the poetry meeting held by Her Royal Highness the Princess that made you think of the frontier fortress filled with smoke?"
"Is it possible that the poetry meeting was not done well? It was not to Mr. Zhu's taste?"
"Or am I waiting here to eat, drink, and brag, and disgrace the soldiers stationed on the border?"
Zhu Ben is just reckless, but he is not stupid.
As soon as Lu Heng said these words, it would lead him to be the opposite of Princess Huaiqing. As soon as he opened his mouth and answered the words, it would be over!
It’s hard to save the gods!
But if you don't speak, doesn't that mean you copied the poem yourself?
Zhu Ben froze on the spot for a moment, whether he said it or not, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
Good guy, he failed to appear holy in front of others, but instead let people conquer an army.
Zhu Ben looked at Lu Heng, who had a smile on his face, and his teeth itched with anger.
At this moment, many talented people and poets in the audience also saw the clues. I am afraid that the previous poem was probably not written by this Mr. Zhu.
But if you say it out loud, it will inevitably hurt people, and it will kill people.
So most of the people chose to sit back and watch, but Lu Junda smiled and asked: "If Yong Yue's poem cannot be completed, then the frontier fortress poem earlier was copied by Mr. Zhu, right?"
