Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 414 Still wants to steal the limelight.

The old man asked who would start first, and the literati in the west seemed hesitant. After all, the first person to come to power always has to bear more pressure than others in such matters.

After looking around like this, there was no intention of standing up and offering a speech.

So at this time, the old man in the middle said again: "Who will come first?"

If there is no one, the game will inevitably lack some meaning, so when the old man said it again, a scholar-like person stood up and came to the middle of the circle, looked at everyone and bowed, saying: If you don’t have talent, let’s throw bricks and attract jade first!”

After finishing speaking, the man frantically wrote a poem on the round table.After the scholar finished writing, he threw away the pen, looking very chic, and then bowed his hands to everyone, and then strolled back to his original seat.

After the man returned to his seat, the scholars next to him asked Brother Liu what kind of ci he made, what the title of the ci was called, and so on, but the scholar didn't answer at all, just said to listen to it.

The old man looked it over carefully, then called out good, and then recited the word to everyone. As soon as the word was recited, those scholars naturally knew whether it was good or bad, and when they thought this way, they naturally I want to compare it with what I wrote. After such a comparison, I feel that my song is not worse than the one just now, and maybe I can get a good one after writing it.

After the man in front wrote a poem, those scholars in the west were all eager to try.

After such a comparison, a few good lyrics came out, and the old man in the middle of the circle took these good lyrics, and immediately asked the talented brothel girl who was already waiting to compose the music, and then sang it out.

The word originally evolved from the song sung, so as long as the name of the word card does not change much, it doesn't take much time to compose the music. After doing this, those talented women also started to get busy.

And when those talented women were composing the good lyrics just now, the literati who were accepted for the lyrics here were a little smug. When the old man asked if anyone still had the lyrics, these literati shouted the most fiercely, as if Except for a few of them, no one else could come up with good words.

Wen Meng sat next to Hwarang, seeing them like this, she couldn't see it, she turned to look at Hwarang and said, "You must be better than theirs in writing the first words."

Hwarang smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm not as good as them!"

Wen Meng thought that Hua Lang was being modest, so he wanted to persuade Hua Lang again, but at this moment, Lin Xian'er stepped up to Hua Lang and said: "I heard that Hua Lang is proficient in writing lyrics. Under the grand meeting, no matter what, I have to compose a poem, let the scholars in Duanzhou open their eyes!"

Hua Lang looked up at Lin Xian'er, wondering for a while why this woman chose him. Could it be that she blamed herself for exposing Song Shicheng's conspiracy and destroying her happiness. She came here today to find fault?

But when I think about it carefully, Hwarang thinks it’s wrong. From the outsiders’ point of view, it must be that he has real talents and real learning. Letting a person with real talents write lyrics is just to make him show off. It’s not a fault at all. Thinking about what Lin Xianer's purpose is, Hwarang is even more unable to guess.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Hwarang naturally wouldn't agree to Lin Xianer's request, he quickly got up and said, "I'm so ignorant, I really don't dare to fight against others."

When Hwarang said this, those scholars and literati felt that Hwarang looked down on them, and seeing a beautiful woman like Lin Xianer ask Hwarang to write a lyrics for him, they felt even more uncomfortable in the hearts of these talented scholars. Hwarangcha, why didn't any beauties ask them for words?

If there are beauties asking them for words, their talents will be like a spring.

It's just that no beauty asked them for words now, and that beauty didn't even look at them, and the more indifferent this beauty was to them, the more their hatred and disgust for Hwarang became stronger.

All of a sudden, they were clamoring for Hwarang to compose a poem.

The outcry grew louder, mixed with words of distaste, words of disdain, and words of aggressiveness.

The words of these people can't do anything to Hwarang, Hwarang doesn't even care about it at all, but Hwarang doesn't care about it, it doesn't mean that Yin Wucuo and Wen Meng don't care about them, they see these scholars so arrogant, They couldn't see it, and Wen Meng said a little angrily: "What are you shouting about, our Hualang will not do it if he doesn't do it. If he does, it will be amazing."

What Wen Meng said intensified the situation even more, and made it difficult to control for a while, Lin Xian'er still stood in front of Hua Lang, and said with a slight smile: "The scholars in Duanzhou want to see the literary talents of the young man so much. , it seems that it is impossible for a playboy not to show his skills today."

Seeing the situation like this, Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce also felt that it was necessary for Hua Lang to write a poem. After all, literati want face, and sometimes they are more impulsive than generals. If they are not convinced, they will not give up, and The literati's mouth is very powerful. If Hwarang dare not take up the challenge today, he might be belittled by others in the future!

Under such circumstances, Hwarang had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly, then walked to the center of the circle, took the brush from the old man's hand, dipped it into the inkstone, and then swished it.

The old man watched from the side, and saw that Hwarang's writing was so flamboyant, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, literati are bold and unrestrained, but when he read the words written by Hwarang, he couldn't help but sit on the side. on the chair, as if he had suffered a major blow.

The scholar and spectators at the side were very surprised when they saw this, and wondered whether the Hwarang's writing was good or not, why did he let the old man fall on the chair?

Seeing this, a few scholars who liked to read jokes hurriedly analyzed the reasons, saying that it was because Hwarang's writing was too bad, which was completely beyond imagination, and the old man had been standing for too long, so he fell down and sat down tiredly. What these scholars said was in line with the wishes of other scholars, so they all followed suit, saying that it must be so.

Wen Meng heard those scholars yelling so much, she could see it, she was going to teach those scholars, but at this time, Hwarang had already returned with a pen, and there was a faint smile, Wen Meng couldn't go there again Trouble with those scholars.

The scene was still lively, and the old man picked up the words written by Hwarang and began to chant:

Jing Tong's new makeup is cold in both photos.New photo of Shuangtongjing with cold makeup.I am ashamed to worry about Jinghua.Sorrowful Huajing is ashamed.

Yinggu pity Yeyong.Yong Ye pity Gu Ying.It is not suitable for autumn upstairs.Qiu Yi didn't go upstairs.

After this recitation, the entire Maple Leaf Forest was suddenly silent, only the sound of the wind.