"Cough, write poetry? It''s not impossible... But... Childe Lu knows the rules."

    Jiang Fan grinned on his finger.

    Lu Zhaoling didn''t understand Jiang Fan for the first time, but he soon recalled that his face as black as the bottom of the pot couldn''t help but turn a little red.

    He took a deep breath again and said in a deep voice like a gambler who lost his eyes: "as long as the poem made by brother can be recognized by several masters as better than mine, I will lose to brother Baiguan! On the contrary, brother will lose to me Baiguan!"

    "Oh, that''s so funny. It''s too vulgar for scholars of our generation to talk about money. But since childe Lu is so sincere, wouldn''t I look down on you if I didn''t agree? That''s no good. I''m a person with principles and bottom line! It has nothing to do with Baiguan! I just love childe Lu so much, poetry, I must do it!"

    Jiang Fan changed into a dignified face again.

    Lin Wanqing looked up at the moon. He really had an impulse to change his position and distance himself from Jiang Fan.

    Prince Wu''s son twitched at the corners of his mouth and began to doubt whether his decision to invite Jiang Fan to the poetry meeting was right or wrong.

    On the contrary, the cloud everyone looked at Jiang Fan with a smile and interest.

    "Please write a poem, brother. Don''t say anything else that doesn''t matter!"

    Lu Zhaoling said with a black face.

    "OK! OK, write poetry, let me think about it."

    Jiang Fan agreed with a smile, and then began to close his eyes and recall the classic works of those ancient poems he had recited.

    The audience suddenly calmed down. They were quite conscious not to disturb Jiang Fan''s thinking. They were not afraid to affect Jiang Fan''s thinking, but simply wanted to make a good impression in front of the prince of Wu.

    In just a few seconds, Jiang Fan opened his eyes.

    Because I thought of Yang Wanli''s masterpiece in the "four masters of the Southern Song Dynasty", which is just suitable for this environment!

    "After all, the scenery of Fujiang is different from that of the four seasons in August. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are very red."

    The voice fell, and the cloud suddenly brightened their eyes.

    The prince of Wu couldn''t help but directly said, "good poetry! In the way of line drawing, the combination of reality and reality complement each other. The last two sentences are both hardness and softness. Obviously, they are soft things such as lotus leaves and lotus, but they can use powerful words such as'' connecting heaven ''and'' infinity ''to describe the magnificent and magnificent realm. It''s really memorable!"

    "Your Highness is right. Maybe this poem can''t compare with Childe Jiang''s previous works in artistic conception, but it is still a rare masterpiece because it is better than the occasion and the road is simple."

    The master who likes to appreciate poems most has finally regained his interest after a whole night of depression.

    From the beginning of this poetry meeting to now, the master spoke for the first time.

    Before, no matter who made the poems, it was only a few other masters who were tasting them. The master had been fighting with his eyelids, as if he were going to sleep.

    Therefore, such a sudden opening really attracted a lot of attention.

    In addition, the prince of Wu couldn''t help expressing his appreciation, and other talents participating in the poetry fair echoed it one after another. For a moment, the venue was full of all kinds of praise and praise.

    "Hey, Mr. Lu, it seems that my poem is generally better than yours. Although a poem has won a hundred times, I''m a little embarrassed. But you, Mr. Lu, spit and nail! You always have nine words, which I know. And I''m a person with principles and bottom line! How can you eat your words and get fat? So even if it''s not good It means that I have to accept this hundred passes! "

    Jiang Fan said with a general appearance of heroic death.

    Lu Zhaoling, with a black face, said in his heart, let me eat my words and get fat. What do you know?! Do I know you well?!

    But these words can''t be publicized. When so many people around him look at it, he has to try to squeeze out a very reluctant smile on the surface.

    Embarrassed, he said: "I naturally keep my word. My poems are not as good as you. I''m willing to admit defeat. I''m sure I''ll give you a hundred passes, but... I don''t have ready-made money tickets now..."

    "It doesn''t matter! You can write an IOU! I can trust you, Mr. Lu. Besides, there is the prince of Wu as a witness. As long as you write an IOU, I think the Lu family can''t refuse even for the sake of the prince of Wu''s face?"

    Jiang Fan answered without any hesitation.

    Lu Zhaoling''s already dark face stiffened again. Before he could figure out what new excuse to use, he saw that Jiang Fan didn''t know where to find a paper and pen, and then left the table.

    He put the pen and paper in front of him in front of everyone.

    A shy smile appeared on his face. He looked rather shy and said, "Mr. Lu, please."

    All the eyes of the audience focused on Lu Zhaoling.

    Lu Zhaoling vowed that he had never been so ashamed since he was sensible!

    Staring at Jiang Fan, Lu Zhaoling would have strangled Jiang Fan''s heart if it weren''t for such an occasion.

    "Cough, since you''re willing to gamble and admit defeat, write it. I''ll make this witness. Brother Jiang doesn''t have to worry. The Lu family in the south of the city is a scholarly family. There''s still some credibility."

    The prince of Wu was inexplicably involved, but he was not angry. He just coughed a little embarrassed. Between his words, there was an obvious change in the name of Jiang Fan.

    Even the son of God spoke. Lu Zhaoling could hardly ride a tiger. Obviously, this IOU must be written.

    After taking a deep breath, his right hand picked up the brush very heavily, as if the brush weighed a thousand kilograms.

    He looked up at Jiang Fan again and found that Jiang Fan was still sincere. Lu Zhaoling felt flustered in his heart, but he suddenly had a flash in his mind.

    You can write poetry!

    How about you let me write words!

    People who can write poetry may not be able to write words! Even if the word is poetic, the format and rhyme are completely different!

    And because CI is more than poetry, many masters of poetry writing are not good at writing Ci at all.

    I don''t want to spend energy on studying and thinking!

    Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoling put down his brush, squeezed out a smile with the same efforts, and said: "I suddenly thought that it is rare to let everyone cloud move here today. If it is just writing poetry, it will disappoint everyone cloud. After all, we all know that everyone cloud prefers words suitable for music arrangement to poetry."

    "But there are basically no people sitting here who are really good at writing words. Since you are so elegant and can write poetry to such a lofty realm, it must be difficult for you to write words. Why not write a word and cheer up the Yunda family, at least it''s worth the trip?"