Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, it is not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night spreads, spreading like spring in the universe!

Guan Ning's voice was clear, without any lag, and full of confidence.

this?

Lu Zhaoling was excited again.

The whole poem does not mention half of the word "plum", but people can immediately know that this is a poem about plum blossoms, which is different from peach and plum mixed with fragrance and dust. It means that the fragrance is mixed with dirt, that is, it is mixed with its light, with its dust, and with light and dust, it cannot be mixed. Jiao Jiao's practice. In contrast, plum blossoms are completely different from popular customs, so the word "fragrance" can only belong to plums, but not to peaches and plums.

It’s so good, it definitely deserves to be praised as a masterpiece!

Others were overjoyed too.

When I encounter a good poem, my uncontrollable excitement is beyond words.

Lu Junyan was suddenly startled.

He can actually do it?

I have never heard of anyone in Shangjing City being able to blurt out such a poem about plum blossoms.

Even if there is such an expert, why should everyone tell Guan Ning instead of growing his own literary name?

There are many people who like plum blossoms, and even more people like poems.

There is a Poetry Pavilion in the Imperial College. If it spreads, it will help the literary reputation.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Guan Ning ignored other people's gazes and continued to speak.

There are white jade branches with plum blossoms in the cold trees, which are very close to the village road and the bridge over the stream. I don’t know that the water blooms first, and it is suspected that the winter snow has not disappeared.

Another one!

this

Lu Zhaoling was a little stunned. Before he finished appreciating the song just now, another classic came out.

At this moment, he doesn't have the power of a high-ranking official at all, he is just a poetry fanatic who is fascinated by plum poems.

record!

record!

He quickly urged.

And the two songs just now, write them down.

We are busy preparing here.

Guan Ning spoke again.

There are seven new plum blossoms planted by the pond. I will check them when they are in bloom. Don’t be afraid of jealousy of Cheung Chau’s peaches and plums. They will bloom for you this year.

Another first?

This year is a good year for you, what a good sentence!

Lu Zhaoling, a dignified official minister, had lost his composure at this moment.

snort!

Guan Ning looked disdainful.

Looking at this expression, you’re not going to do it again, are you?

Everyone was already sluggish and starting to feel numb!

Could it be that this dandy prince is extremely talented in poetry?

Lu Yunyun also looked surprised. She just mentioned it casually, but she didn't expect Guan Ning to actually do it.

I only asked for the first one, and I have already composed three more. Adding the previous one, there are already four.

While they were thinking, Guan Ning blurted out again.

Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and it is even more windy and rainy.

I have no intention of struggling for spring, and let all the flowers be jealous. It falls into pieces and turns into mud and is crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.

Is this a word?

It’s actually a poem about plum blossoms?

There is no need to fight for spring, let the people be jealous, only the fragrance remains the same!

This makes my scalp numb just listening to it!

The classic is undoubtedly the poem "Yong Mei Di"!

Everyone was immersed in it, shaking their heads and unable to extricate themselves!

Is it enough?

At this time, Guan Ning spoke calmly.

This sound also brought others' thoughts back.

Enough, enough.

Lu Junyan murmured in his voice and his eyes were dull.

The first and last poems are all exquisite, and there are many quatrains that have been handed down from generation to generation.

Moreover, when Guan Ning was reciting, he was extremely confident, without any lag, and with a calm demeanor. He could only be like this if he recited it himself.

What's more, it would be difficult to find another person in the capital to compose five fine poems about plum blossoms. Even Du Xiucai, who is known as the saint of poetry, probably can't do it!

you

Lu Zhaoling opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

The shock today is quite big.

These four poems are enough for Mei Dang to appreciate for many days.

When they looked at Guan Ning now, their expressions were different.

Brother Guan is so awesome.

Lu Yunyun opened her mouth to praise, with admiration in her eyes.

Gain little fans.

Guan Ning blinked at Lu Yunyun, causing the little girl to lower her head shyly.

However, Guan Ning's momentum is indeed full at this moment.

I didn't want to show off, but you forced me, so you're welcome.

Since you want to show off, you naturally have to be thorough.

I don’t know what the names of these four poems are?

Lu Heng asked curiously to break the awkward atmosphere.

Of course they were embarrassed. They originally questioned Guan Ning, but now their faces turned red.

Although I don’t know how it happened, it was done after all. This is an indisputable fact.

Lu Zhaoling also looked interested.

Under the gaze of everyone.

Guan Ning said calmly: Guan Ning chants five plum poems!

That’s the name!

this

He even named the five poems directly after his own name.

You're so welcome!

But from another perspective, this is also a sign of confidence.

This is the first work.

It is conceivable, but if it is spread out, it will also greatly improve one's own literary reputation.

After all, they are all masterpieces.

The dandy prince became a great poet?

Who can believe this, but the fact is before our eyes.

Good poetry, good poetry.

Lu Heng didn't know what to say other than praise.

My nephew, sit down quickly. Why are you standing upright?

Lu Heng hurriedly spoke.
To be continued...