"Ha, there is no one in the Zheng family, and he actually asked someone from another surname to help. ∷∷,

Well, let you sing the harmony. If you can't sing it, the first game will be that your Zheng family will lose. I want to see what kind of good poems a gang from the desert can sing. Zheng Changyu, I already have this second poem."

After Pan Hua finished speaking, he picked up his pen and prepared to write on the wall.

The children of the Pan family laughed, as if they were full of confidence in Pan Hua.

Yang Shouwen was originally planning to deal with it, but when he heard Pan Hua's rude words, he suddenly felt a little angry.

"Even if I can't do it, it's better than copying the public in one article."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd suddenly caused an uproar.

Pan Hua's face changed, and he suddenly became flustered. The brush in his hand stopped, and the handwriting on the wall was scattered.

"What did you say?"

The Pan family members were furious and pointed at Yang Shouwen and cursed.

However, Yang Shouwen ignored them, picked up his pen and dipped it ink, and wrote the three words "Broken Willow" on the snow-white wall.

"Good word!"

As soon as Yang Shouwen's regular script, which was quite like a singular style of Yan Jin and Liu bones appeared, Zheng Changyu and Zheng Jingsi couldn't help but scream.

This is a font that has never appeared before, but it shows an unspeakable character.

Zheng Changyu couldn't help but whisper: "Third Sister is such a great child... Just relying on this hand, it can be said that he has the greatest success in collecting regular script. Erjiulang, why does God treat you with your sixth wife? There are talented women like the third sister, and now there are people like Yizi. Hehe, no matter how well Yizi's poem is sing, just relying on this hand, you will be invincible."

Zheng Jingsi was also very surprised. After hearing Zheng Changyu's words, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Mo underestimated the talent of my third sister. I have read his poems. They are unique and talented."

"oh?"

"When I go back, I will have someone send you the poem."

"good!"

Zheng Changyu did not say anything more, but turned his mind to the poems written by Yang Shouwen.

"There are many short branches and many short branches. The short branches are many separate. The gift is far away and the climbing and folding, so how can the soft strips droop?

Youth has a fixed period, and separation is not a fixed time. But I am afraid that people will be discontinued and will not complain about it.

Don’t talk about the short branches. There is long lovesickness in it. The red face and green willows are in the separation period... The poem "Erjiulang, the erishizi..."

Zheng Changyu suddenly felt a feeling as he read it.

This is not only a poem about willow branches, but also a poem about separation.

I am about to leave my hometown and go to Xuzhou. Although the journey is not far away, I am also separated from my hometown, which is quite relevant to the scene in front of me. However, the meaning of separation is too sad and there is no sorrow, but after reading it, I feel a little sad.

"Don't worry, there's still something behind."

Zheng Jingsi also frowned, revealing a look of doubt.

Yang Shouwen continued to write: The spring breeze above the building passes, and the willows sing in front of the wind. The branches are sparse and the fate is bitter, and the song is full of years.

Flowers shock the swallows and snow on the ground, leaves reflect the waves on the Chu pond, who can stand apart, and the battle is in Jiaohe."

"this……"

When Yang Shouwen stopped writing, Zheng Jingsi was stunned.

Before he could ask, Yang Shouwen said: "This is a poem written by me when I parted with my father in Changping last year. Maybe it's not the right time, but it's better than some people who do the writings and cannot do it well."

This is the second time that Yang Shouwen mentioned Wen Copying.

Before, Zheng Jingsi and others didn't care, but now when Yang Shouwen mentioned it again, he suddenly felt a little confused.

"Yizi, what do you mean?"

"The jade is made up into a tree. Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down..." Yang Shouwen put down his pen, walked to the poem about the willows written by Pan Hua before, and sneered: "If I remember correctly, this should be the poem by He Jizhen and Dr. He."

Pan Hua was in a state of confusion at this moment. When he heard Yang Shouwen's words, he immediately turned his head and shouted, "You are talking nonsense!"

"Is it nonsense? Just send someone to Chang'an for advice and you will know.

If I remember well, He Jizhen seems to be a doctor of the fourth sect of the Imperial College. It just so happened that the adoptive father of Erlang was the Imperial College Supervisor. He only needs to let Erlang write a letter to him and he will know it. As for the reason why I know this poem, I also heard it from Chen Zi'ang and Chen Boyu. Although I don't know why everyone knows this poem, I believe that there is always someone who knows it."

Yang Shouwen first raised Gao Rui, indicating that I have a backstage.

Then he mentioned Chen Zi'ang, which was further used to prove that he did not lie.

Chen Zi'ang is now far away in Bashu, so it is naturally a bit difficult to find him to prove it. But just mentioning his name is enough to convince everyone. After all, with a poem that recites the leisure of heaven and earth, Chen Zi'ang is enough to lead the poetry world.

In an instant, the eyes of the Zheng family and the Pan family fell on Pan Hua.

He Jizhen, also known as He Zhizhang, was a Jinshi in the first year of the founding of the throne and is now a doctor of the fourth sect of the Imperial College.

This poem of Liu is also one of He Zhizhang's representative works and has been widely circulated in later generations. Although Yang Shouwen didn't know why this poem was known to him, he was sure that this poem was written by He Zhizhang and was definitely not written by Pan Hua.

"Kyuro, is this kid's saying true?"

A child of the Pan family stood up and asked sternly.

In these days, it is not a glorious thing to do as a copywriter. If a noble family or a noble family happens to such a thing, he will inevitably be despised by others.

It is not unreasonable that Yang Shouwen said that Pan Hua could not even copy the man.

He Zhizhang!

You dare to copy his poems to the future Siming Kuangke? The most important thing is that these Siming Kuangke are still alive and have many literary friends.

Yang Shouwen was also a copywriter, and he copied Meng Jiao's poems.

But Meng Jiao has not been born yet, so he will not cause any trouble...

"You..." Pan Hua suddenly became confused and his face turned pale. He was only half of the poem, but he could no longer write it.

He bit his lip and suddenly said after a while: "How can you prove that your poem is your poem?"

Ha, do you also have the logic of "you have to prove that you are you" in this year?

"Pan Hua, you..."

Zheng Changyu slapped the table and said angrily: "You have become a literary thief yourself, but you have to falsely accuse others of you.

Huangmentang is so depraved, how dare you be called a famous family? I, Zheng, Xingyang, don’t want to be with you, a literary thief…”

Not only the children of the Zheng family, but also the children of the Pan family showed disgust.

"Uncle Sanyi, don't worry, since this young master Pan suspects me, I should prove it."

After Yang Shouwen finished speaking, he walked to the window and overlooked the beautiful scenery of Donglin Lake.

After a while, he suddenly turned around and came to the wall and picked up the brush.

Zheng Qian was extremely clever at this time and hurriedly ran over and held the inkstone in front of Yang Shouwen. He picked up his pen, dipped it in the ink, and wrote the words "Mid-Spring" on the wall.

At this time, there was a silence in Guanshui Pavilion.

Whether it was the Zheng family, the Pan family, or the diners in the building, they all looked at Yang Shouwen with breath.

For those diners, today's big drama is simply amazing!

Pan and Zheng fought, and Pan Hua made a big splash; the Zheng family launched a son with a different surname, which sang wonderfully. There were also literary copying and improvisation poems. The repeated flips made everyone dazzled. If it weren't for the face of the Pan family's children, there would have been people cheering loudly. However, even so, it would take less than a day for Yang Shouwen's famous general to spread throughout Xingyang.

"Twenty miles west of Xingyang City, there are thousands of willows in the cave forest. If you pass by this road again now, the old Banqiao 16 years ago.

I once had a goodbye on the Yuyan Bridge, and I regretted that there was no news until now."

As Zheng Jingsi read, his eyes suddenly turned red and he said softly: "I never thought that Brother Wenxuan and his third sister were so affectionate." (To be continued.)

ps: Starting today, I will check in to the Dahe Jinjiang Hotel, followed by the four-day training class of Henan Writers Association. There may be some fluctuations in the update, so please forgive me.
Chapter completed!