Counterattack life dressed as a brother

The two of them gathered around and saw that everyone was bowing their heads in thought. Zhang Jingyang leaned over to look at the rules, thought about it for a while, and didn't care whether he was plagiarizing or not, so he said something to Zhang Guyuan He borrowed a pen, spread out the paper and wrote:

The dust and labor are very easy to get out of.

Without a bit of cold, how can the plum blossoms smell so sweet.

Of course it was not his original creation. This poem is from the "Ode to the Enlightenment in the Hall" by Zen Master Huang Bi of the Tang Dynasty. As for why he chose this poem, he thinks it is very suitable for him now.

After finishing writing, Zhang Jingyang felt a little ashamed, but then disappeared. He hoped that he could study hard in the future. After all, plagiarism is really disgraceful. I'm sorry.

At this time, Zhang Jingyang didn't know that this was just a small start, he would still steal from others in the future, but... he would still need to steal after a while.

At first, everyone didn't pay much attention to Zhang Jingyang, thinking that a brother was not threatening.But when the results were announced, there was that sentence: If you don’t go through a bit of cold, how can you get plum blossoms.Everyone was amazed. When the person who wrote this poem came to the stage, they found out that it turned out to be a brother who was despised by them. All the talents couldn't help feeling a little slapped.

Fortunately, Zhang Jingyang's brush calligraphy is a bit poor. Although it is not impossible to see people, after all, he has not held a brush in this hand for a long time. Although he has learned calligraphy for more than ten years in modern times, after coming here, he has almost no After moving the pen, something changed in the body, which gave the talented scholars a sense of superiority.

But in the end it was just the opening, and everyone didn't pay much attention to it. The second scene immediately started, with bamboo as the theme.

Zhang Jingyang was a little stunned. He didn't expect that there would be a second round, and it wasn't written in the rules. He asked the person next to him, "Master, how many rounds do you have to win?"

The people next to him looked at him suspiciously, "Are you from another place?"

"That's right, we just passed by here, and then we came to have a look when we saw the excitement."

Hearing this, the person next to him seemed to know something, and he opened his mouth to explain to him: "It turns out that it is like this. I said, there are three rounds in total, and each round is divided into three rounds. The first round is divided into three rounds to take a theme. Poetry, there will be a pair in a while, and the last game is a crossword puzzle, but this year's top score is a bit unsatisfactory, it turned out to be a herbal medicine, I thought it was Master Chen Ruo's handwriting." Speaking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Chen Ruo?Zhang Jingyang turned around in his mind, and found that he didn't seem to have any knowledge about the name, but seeing that the people next to him were already thinking about poetry, he couldn't bother him, so he had to give up.

But he was about to plagiarize again. He blushed slightly, and the young man in white who had just written on the side looked up. He accidentally saw this scene, and couldn't help being stunned. The clothes were long and tall, and he recognized that the opponent was the brother who just won. He looked at him and saw that the opponent's cheeks were reddish, his eyelids were lowered, and his long and slightly curly eyelashes fluttered from time to time. The bridge of the nose, the lips are fat, and the skin is very fair. It can be called a complete beauty. It has a soft and weak taste, but it can't be called a woman.

Zhang Jingyang raised his head when he felt his eyes. The young man in white, that is, Ye Xiangbei, didn't have time to look back, and suddenly slammed into a pair of clear pupils, and his heartbeat accelerated. There is only this handsome brother in front of him.

Seeing someone staring at him, Zhang Jingyang was stunned, and smiled at him, which made Zhang Guyuan, who had been watching him all the time, turn dark instantly.His eyes turned into knives and he threw it at Ye Xiangbei. I don't know if it was because of his natural rough nerves, but Ye Xiangbei didn't feel it.

Zhang Jingyang turned his head and smiled at Zhang Guyuan, then lowered his head and wrote:

Sit alone in the secluded Huangli, playing the piano and roaring.

People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to see each other.

This poem comes from "Zhuli Pavilion" written by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty. After all, he doesn't have so much ink in his stomach, so he can write it for entertainment. If he really comes to participate in this competition, he will probably be kicked out directly. After all, what is rhyming? Yes, he really does not understand.

Not surprisingly, even though he didn't win the first place in the selection, he was still in the top three.

Ye Xiangbei won the first place. When he saw the poems written by Zhang Jingyang, his eyes were filled with amazement. He couldn't help walking towards Zhang Jingyang. When he was about to reach the place, he suddenly fell to the ground. Zhang Jingyang felt a little helpless in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Guyuan , I saw that the man was already furious, and it was exactly as I imagined, it was Zhang Guyuan who made it bad.

The gifted scholars present couldn't help but chuckle when they saw Ye Xiangbei, who had won the first prize, fall down in front of the beauty.

Ye Xiangbei got up from the ground in embarrassment, and couldn't help looking around. Just now he felt that someone threw a stone at him, hit his leg, and made him trip, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a fool of himself. They walked around, and finally fixed their eyes on the very obvious man in black.

The man in black seemed to be looking at him with some hatred, but Ye Xiangbei was sure that he didn't know him. He frowned, gave him a disdainful look, and then looked away. Of course he was frightened. It was the eyes of the man in black. His gaze was so frightening that it always made him feel full of murderous intent.

Moreover, there was a scar on the man's face, although it was very faint, but he was a little close, and Ye Xiangbei's gaze was always the best.He couldn't help but sighed softly: What an ugly man.

Zhang Jingyang, who was on the side, heard it, his eyes darkened, his family Yuanzi, this is disgusting.He stared at Zhang Guyuan, looked left and right, and found that he was very handsome and masculine. As for the scar, Zhang Jingyang had long ignored it. After all, it was very shallow and not long, and it added some heroism to him. In fact, his appearance is a bit deceptive, and people always feel that he is upright and honest.

Seeing the beauty staring at the ugly man, Ye Xiangbei felt a little uncomfortable, he accosted at the side and said: "Hello, young master, I'm in Xiaye Xiangbei."

"Zhang Jingyang."

"Zhang Jingyang——Jingyang, Liujingxuan, Yiyangzhuang, a good name. If you don't mind Jingyang, you can also call me Wenning. The sentence of Jingyang just now, without going through a lot of cold, how can you get plum blossoms? It smells delicious, and it’s really artistic.”

As for the person in front of him climbing up the ladder, Zhang Jingyang couldn't help but chuckled, and praised: "Mr. Ye's poems are also very good. The third round begins. Mr. Ye, let's get ready." Taking snow as the topic, the subordinate Zhang Guyuan felt that he could think about his little husband carrying it, and then come back after a while to snatch that grass back.