Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 258 Poppies.

When Hwarang looked at Sun Yiwen, Sun Yiwen was also looking at Hwarang.

This made Hua Lang not expect that, Hua Lang glanced at Gongsun Ce from the corner of his eye, and found that when Gongsun Ce was chatting with the woman, he would look at them from time to time. Sun Yiwen hated Gongsun Ce, so he naturally observed Gongsun Ce all the time. , and Gongsun Ce looked towards Hwarang and the others, and Sun Yiwen naturally understood that Gongsun Ce and Hwarang were in the same group.

And at this time, Sun Yiwen's hatred for Gongsun Ce was put on Hwarang and the others.

But Hwarang is not afraid, not only not afraid, but also staring at Sun Yiwen all the time, he just wants to piss off Sun Yiwen, the best thing is to quarrel with himself, so that he has an excuse to drag Sun Yiwen to the county government It's justified, and as long as he goes to the county government, Sun Yiwen will still have a reason to say.

In this kind of confrontation, some scholars have already written their own wounded works. Of course, many of them are said to be new works, but many of them should have been done for a long time. The words of spring are not easy.

Everyone rushed to submit their own poems, and then one of Du Ruobai's attendants recited them. After more than a dozen poems, they could pick out a few acceptable poems, but there were no amazing poems.

Hwarang confronted Sun Yiwen here, Gongsun Ce couldn't get away chatting with that girl, but Wen Meng couldn't control it, she thought that Hwarang was so talented, she had to write a good word that hurts the spring no matter what. Shock the audience, at this moment, Wen Meng really likes that feeling.

It's just that she hinted to Hwarang many times to make a song quickly, but Hwarang just looked at Sun Yiwen as if he didn't hear or see it.

Wen Meng had no choice but to give up.

But at this moment, Sun Yiwen suddenly didn't look at Hua Lang, but came to a table and wrote vigorously. After finishing writing, he wrote his name with a big stroke of the pen, and handed over the poem.

Du Ruobai's entourage took over and read a few sentences, and then read a few more sentences. During these few sentences, he paused many times. When he finished reading, the audience was already shouting, applauding the poem. And many scholars ran to Sun Yiwen, yelling "Brother Sun" one after another.

This enthusiasm lasted for a long time, and during this period, no one dared to write anymore.

Because you can't surpass Sun Yiwen's words, writing it will only make you more embarrassing, so it's better not to write it, who knows how well you write it.

Therefore, some people who only wrote the upper column secretly kicked the paper into their arms, and then shouted and shouted with a group of people.

In the end, no one was willing to write any more. Seeing this, Du Ruobai said, "Judging from everyone's reactions, we can already know that tonight, brother Sun Yiwen is the best one who wrote the sad spring poems. If no one is willing to write Ci, then our solicitation of lyrics this time is over!"

After hearing this, everyone is not unhappy. After all, there is nothing first in literature. Writing a poem that hurts spring is good, but it does not mean that other poems are good, so scholars like to deceive themselves. In other words, more I want to comfort myself.

Just when the call for lyrics was about to end, Sun Yiwen suddenly stood up, walked up to Hwarang, and said loudly: "This brother has been sitting here for a long time, and his face is full of disdain. Do you feel that you are writing well, and those of us are writing poor poems!"

As soon as these words came out, those scholars turned their gazes to Hwarang in unison, Hwarang frowned slightly, thinking that Sun Yiwen's move was really cruel, he wanted me to arouse public anger.

But Hwarang was not afraid, he got up slightly, looked at Sun Yiwen and said with a smile: "No, no, I didn't say that other people's words are not in class, it's clearly from your mouth, I don't care." Admit it!"

Sun Yiwen smiled coldly: "But from your expression, we have already seen your disdain, everyone thinks so!"

The others didn't pay attention to Hwarang, but at this time they all shouted yes, and asked Hwarang to write a poem for everyone to see, and the reason why everyone wanted to boo like this was naturally because they wanted to see Hwarang and Sun It's a competition of Yiwen, if Hwarang really writes a good poem, it can also kill Sun Yiwen's arrogance.

Anyway, everyone likes the excitement, and on some occasions, there are always people who like to stir up the excitement.

And the booing of the crowd was just in line with Sun Yiwen's heart. He saw that the people around Hwarang were all dressed up by people from the Jianghu, and thought that Hwarang didn't have much real talent and learning, so making him look ugly in front of everyone is also a way of repaying himself for being beaten by Gongsun just now. Strategize to crowd out the enemy.

Everyone was booing like this, so Du Ruobai couldn't say anything more, so he bowed his hands to Hua Lang and said: "If you can make a song, brother, please do it!"

Hwarang got up, smiled faintly, picked up the pen and paper on the table, and began to write in a fluttering manner, while Wen Meng, Hua Wan'er and the others beside him were very proud. They had just seen Man Jianghong Twilight Spring written by Hwarang not long ago. As long as Hwarang takes out the song just now, it will be enough to make everyone present feel ashamed.

Before they could see what Hwarang wrote, the servant standing by had already handed over the paper, but even though they didn't know what it was, they were all very excited.

However, when Du Ruobai's entourage read the words, Wen Meng and others were dumbfounded. The words written by Hua Lang were not Man Jianghong, but Yu Meiren.

This Yu Meiren is better than Man Jianghong. Wen Meng and the others don't understand poetry, so they can't tell the difference, so they can only look at everyone's reactions.

The entourage read: "The falling flowers have danced before the wind, and they are sending evening rain."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, everyone present fell silent. This simple sentence is like a picture of late spring. This artistic conception and style are by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

A group of scholars and women below shouted: "Quickly read, what's next, what's next!"

Du Ruobai's entourage was so urged by the crowd, and he also came back from the artistic conception of the words, so he read the rest of the words in one breath: "Xiao Lai's courtyard is half red, only Yousi, Qianzhang Tiao Qingkong, attentive Hand in hand under the flowers, let's drink up the wine in the glass, the beauty does not need to close the eyebrows, I am also passionate, but when the wine is gone.

As soon as this word came out, the entire Ci building exploded. They are all scholars, so they naturally know that this poem is good. The whole word is written in a simple and simple style. The bold and elegant temperament of a man.

Wen Meng and the others saw that these scholars reacted so strongly, and it was even more crazy than when Hwarang wrote Man Jianghong Twilight Spring before. They couldn't help but feel proud, as if telling others that the person who wrote this poem is our friend. is our brother.

Faced with this scene, Sun Yiwen couldn't say a word,