"Brother Six!" Zhu Zhen secretly worried Zhu Jun. Zhu Jun had never written a poem before, and even a five-character poem was not that easy to write.
It's a pity that his literary talent is not good, and he can only write limericks. It is simply impossible to write such a good poem.
Zhu Yu also frowned. This poem was indeed good, but he didn't know if Lao Liu could match it.
Unfortunately, the rules dictate that others cannot speak.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was outside Fengtian Hall, said: "This Yang Ji is really good at poetry."
Wang Gou'er thought to himself, let alone a stick of incense, so what if I gave it to King Wu for a day?
An arrogant guy becomes arrogant after winning two battles.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Zhu Jun walking to the table, picking up a pen and starting to write.
But everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Just because Zhu Jun held the pen in a nondescript manner, it was immediately apparent that he could not write.
Although the written words are not crooked and unreadable, they are not very good either.
Yang Ji looked at Zhu Jun's words and was suddenly extremely disappointed. At this level, he didn't know how he dared to open his mouth to fight with them.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhu Jun threw the pen aside and said, "Okay, let's read it!"
Everyone was stunned again.
So fast?
Isn't it just written indiscriminately?
Wei Guan frowned and stepped forward, looking at Zhu Jun's calligraphy he was speechless for a while, but fortunately, he could also recognize this calligraphy.
After reading silently, his expression changed drastically, and the way he looked at Zhu Jun also changed.
"Scholar Wei, why are you standing there in such a daze? Are you illiterate or unable to read?" Zhu Jun looked at him with a half-smile.
"Yes, Academician Wei, you really want to read it, okay, let us listen!"
"That's right, let us also appreciate King Wu's masterpiece!"
There was sarcasm in these people's eyes, and they simply did not believe that Zhu Jun could write a qualified five-character poem in such a short period of time.
Wei Guan was silent for a while and read loudly: "Looking at the mountains from a distance, the mountains are colorful, but the water is silent when up close. The flowers are still there when spring is gone, and the birds are not surprised when people come."
The sound fell, and the place fell into silence.
Everyone recited Zhu Jun's poems repeatedly, and the expressions on their faces became more and more uncomfortable.
Yang Ji was stroking his beard when his hand suddenly shook and he tore off a few strands. The pain made him grit his teeth and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Zhu Zhen stroked his palms happily, "Okay, what a spring, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come!"
The losers in the main hall all cheered.
Zhu Yu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: "This kid really has something!"
Ma Daguo also looked incredulous, "This, this, is this really a poem written by His Highness King Wu?"
Listening to the cheers of these children, Yang Ji leaned forward and looked at the poem made by Zhu Junzhan. He was suddenly speechless.
"What's the name of this poem?" Wei Guan asked.
"Paint!" Zhu Jun said.
Wei Guan nodded, what a painting, with only two crosses, a beautiful spring painting came to mind.
Everyone present has the ability to appreciate. Although Zhu Jun did not use flowers as metaphors for people, his artistic conception was not inferior to Yang Ji's at all.
"How is it comparable to your poem?" Zhu Jun looked at Yang Ji.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Ji. Yang Ji's lips trembled and he said after a long while: "Comparable!"
This was more than comparable, better than his.
"Since the King of Wu is facing each other, let's ask the King of Wu to write a poem!" Yang Jida said.
Zhu Jun nodded, "Then I will write a five-character poem. If you can match me, I will admit defeat!"
What a loud tone!
After everyone heard it, there was another discussion. It's just a five-character poem. How can you make an eternal quatrain?
This is simply impossible.
Yang Ji snorted, "Let's make it first and then talk about it!"
Zhu Jun smiled faintly, started writing with pen and paper, and ink.
At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang outside Fengtian Hall had already asked Zhu Jun to write out Zhu Jun's "Painting".
"This poem is good. We like it. When the time comes, I will let Li Yanxi copy it and we will frame it!" Zhu Yuanzhang grinned.
Wang Gouer said yes, but his mood was extremely bad.
This damn lunatic actually faced him within a few breaths of time.
No matter how you look at it, it feels fake.
But in front of everyone, no one helped, so it couldn't have been done by someone else.
"I want to see what shocking five-character poem this lunatic can write!"
Although Zhu Yuanzhang did not allow eunuchs to learn how to write, Wang Gouer, as a former emperor, would not relax in private. It was impossible for an illiterate and poor man to be reused.
Only those young eunuchs who work as coolies do not need to read and write.
At this moment, Zhu Jun threw the brush aside and said, "Okay, let's read it!"
"So fast?"
Everyone craned their necks curiously, wanting to see what poem Zhu Jun had written.
Wei Guan stepped forward, looked at the scrawled words, and endured the discomfort to recognize it. He didn't know whether he recognized it or not, and was shocked when he recognized it.
Such scrawled words put together made him feel a chill running through his body.
"Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. I am alone in a boat with a coir raincoat, fishing alone for snow in the cold river!" Wei Guan said bitterly: "The name of the poem: Jiang Xue!"
Zhan Tong savored it carefully, and when he looked at Zhu Jun again, his eyes were extremely complicated.
Zhao Shou took a breath and was speechless.
Song Ke and others appreciated the power of this poem in just a moment.
Song Lian stopped talking. His complicated expression showed that he was extremely disturbed.
Yang Ji froze on the spot, "Don't be alone!"
People in the Hanlin Academy frowned.
"This poem is amazing, it can be called a quatrain!"
"It's not a quatrain, it's a quatrain. Just by reading it a little, you can feel the loneliness and desolation, like the cold river wind blowing against your face."
It was obviously autumn, when autumn tigers were rampant, but they felt a hint of coldness.
The coldness came from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time it gave rise to a sense of sadness.
Zhu Jun sat next to Zhu Yu, crossing his legs, "You still have one more time to burn incense, I am waiting!"
Yang Ji was stunned there, thinking hard. Even if he spent his whole life, he would rarely come across such a quatrain.
It was just time for a cup of tea before he raised his head, gave a wry smile, bowed his hands and said: "The common people are convinced, the King of Wu is a talented poet, the common people are willing to bow down!"
As soon as these words came out, no one reacted. It had only been so long, not long after the stick of incense was lit. Why did you give up?
Everyone had incredible expressions.
You Five-Word Condor Shooter, are you fake?
But Wei Guan, who was closest to Yang Ji, knew very well that Zhu Jun's two poems were both wrong.
Especially this song "Jiang Xue", this million of loneliness depends on a flash of inspiration, and this flash of inspiration is something that a scholar will rarely find in his life.
It is precisely because Yang Ji understands himself that he can admit defeat calmly.
Zhu Jun's butt wasn't even hot yet, so he sighed, "You know yourself well and can afford to lose. Okay, don't waste your time, next one!"
