Not to mention the pavilion, two old men over fifty years old were "jealous" for a girl.

Outside the pavilion, a group of well-educated people were quite polite and grinding and writing poems, and the venue became quiet for a moment.

"Teacher, I won't write anymore. I will be ridiculed when I write so many well-educated people."

In another corner of the venue, Qiao Linglong stood beside a middle-aged woman with a respectful attitude.

"Yes." The middle-aged woman frowned and was thinking hard. As a teacher in the literature department of Beijing University, although Li Bing is a daughter, her teaching career for more than 30 years has also provided many talented people to society.

"Qingling, although you are outstanding among your peers, everyone present at the poetry meeting is a well-read person. If you want to write poetry, you can do it, but show it to me first." Li Bing held the wolf's hair in his hand and dripped ink, and said to Qiao Linglong while writing.

Qingling is Qiao Linglong's word, and Qiao Hansheng gave her.

"Okay." Qiao Linglong frowned slightly. Although she felt a little unhappy, she also knew that the teacher's words were absolutely correct. She really overestimated her ability and insisted on writing a poem. If she really won't get any benefits at that time, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

Not to mention winning the favor of Mr. Fieldman.

It would be better to read it to the teacher after writing it.

To be honest, Qiao Linglong has never seen Peony several times in her life. How did she write it?

But it may not be that I will write if I see too many peonies.

Qiao Linglong was feeling excited!

Slowly, Qiao Linglong calmed down, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and then opened her eyes suddenly, with a hint of joy in her eyes, and she had it!

It is really hard to say when something like inspiration will come to you.

On the other hand, when Zhang Yuan heard Tian Zhenhua’s title of Peony, hundreds of verses about Peony suddenly appeared in his mind.

I feel at ease and don’t panic at all, but just savoring tea with a smile, not arrogant or impatient.

But Liu Zhonglei on the other side was different. He coughed slightly and winked at Zhang Yuan.

When Zhang Yuan received the message, he smiled and gave him a reassuring look. Then he sat there, closed his eyes and pretended to be meditating.

As the saying goes, you must be careful of others. Zhang Yuan understands very well that the interval between writing poems by himself must be well grasped, not too fast or too slow.

If Liu Zhonglei knew that he would come out when he wrote a poem, he would close his eyes and open his eyes, he might have something to do, so he must make him anxious and not make him feel that living a poem is easy.

When Liu Zhonglei saw Zhang Yuan closing his eyes and pondering, he didn't dare to disturb him, but when he waited, he felt something was wrong, because someone had already started calling the servant to prepare to hand over the paper.

At this time, Zhang Yuan was still thinking. Liu Zhonglei was a little anxious.

But the more this time he dared to disturb Zhang Yuan, and could only wait silently until the two of them were still writing around him, and he was already sweating slightly on his head.

I can't wait anymore, Liu Zhonglei was a little confused. He was almost out of time! Why is this kid still thinking?!

Until the two people around him handed the written poem to the servant, Liu Zhonglei stomped his feet and was about to ask Zhang Yuan what was going on.

But at this moment, Zhang Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, and the smile on his face was confident and elegant.

Nodding at Liu Zhonglei, Zhang Yuan took out his cell phone, opened Liu Zhonglei's dialog box, entered silently, and then clicked Send.

After doing this, Zhang Yuan closed his eyes again and remained silent.

Liu Zhonglei seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw at this moment. Without saying a word, he saw that no one was paying attention to him everywhere. He quickly took out his cell phone and looked at it with a fixed eye, and then his face showed ecstasy.

This poem...is really unique!!

God, how does this kid's head grow?! In just a moment, a peerless poem rushed out of the sky!

Things are absolutely stable today! If Mr. Wu Wei sees this poem, he will come to me to talk to you. Hehe, then he will definitely not be worthy of his reputation as the second hero in the capital!

Even though he was ecstatic, Liu Zhonglei still kept his mind rationally. He picked up his brush, dipped it in a little bit of ink, and then splashed the ink directly.

According to the words on his phone, he slowly wrote: Appreciating peonies...

After writing, Liu Zhonglei stood up immediately, with no hurricane on his face anymore. He looked at Zhang Yuan, who was closed his eyes and resting, with a rare look of admiration on his face.

This kid, the world's literary master, is not as fast as him!

Sure enough, Mr. Wang Dai said nothing wrong with that a hundred years ago. The wind in front blew the wind in the back, and the wind in the back surging all things.

The wind blowing later was indeed stronger than the previous wind!

After moving his wrists, Liu Zhonglei slowly placed the brush on the pen holder, waved to the servant, and handed over the written verses.

The servant had a cold face, and he was not as polite as accepting other people's poems. He just took them, and didn't laugh at Liu Zhonglei for a moment, and turned around and left.

Liu Zhonglei is used to it. People in the literary circle look down on the entertainment industry, even if this person is a dog in the literary circle, even if he is famous in the entertainment industry.

Liu Zhonglei was very open about this, just to make a living, but if you look down on people, it doesn’t mean that people look down on people.

Some people are not allowed to go to the table, and they are just dogs for the rest of their lives, right?

Liu Zhonglei took out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped his hands little by little...

On the other side, the servant came to the pavilion with a stack of papers full of poetry respectfully, lifted up a little bit of bead curtain, and walked in softly.

"Mr. Tian, ​​Mr. Wu, Miss." After finishing the editing of the three, the servant handed over the paper in his hands, "At this time, the work written by the guests in the hall was written."

Tian Zhenhua took it expressionlessly and waved his hand casually: "Go down."

"Yes." The servant bowed and slowly retreated.

When Tian Zhenhua saw the servant leave, he stared at Wu Wei and threw a stack of poems in his hand on Wu Wei's table with anger, "I've commented!"

"Dad!" Tian Jieqiong frowned and shouted to Tian Zhenhua.

Tian Zhenhua calmed down, but his face was still not very good-looking. He sat on the futon, no matter Wu Wei was holding those poems and reading them casually, and said to Tian Jieqiong: "Qiong'er, go down first, and the pearl curtain will be lifted later. It will be inappropriate for you to show up, and you can see clearly on the side pavilion."

"Well, you are not allowed to cause trouble again." Tian Jieqiong also knew the severity of the matter. He looked at Wu Wei and then Tian Zhenhua, for fear that his father would make trouble again.

"I know." Tian Zhenhua tried hard to calm down his mood.

Until Tian Jieqiong left, Wu Wei looked at Tian Zhenhua provocatively. Seeing that he just snorted coldly, he suddenly felt bored, so he threw his eyes on the poem in his hand, pulled out a brush, and made corrections.

After several revisions, Wu Wei's eyes showed a look of disappointment, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with the quality of these things.

Until he opened a piece, his eyes could no longer move away. He stared at the contents on the paper, and his hands holding the pen trembled slightly.

I saw that it was written on the paper

Appreciate peonies

Liu Zhonglei

"The peony in front of the courtyard has no character, and the young man on the pool is pure and affection."
Chapter completed!