Three Kingdoms: I ran for my life all the way, but was forced to become the master of this world!

"People say that Liu Chengguang is both literary and martial, how can he not make poetry?" asked Wu Guotai as he looked at his daughter Sun Shangxiang.

"What is both civilized and martial, that is all the boast of the people of Jingzhou, he is a martial artist, a shameless disciple!" Sun Shangxiang's tone was still filled with anger.

"If it's just a martial artist, why would he still participate in tonight's poetry meeting!"

But I'm sure it must be a shame, and I can't make any poetry at all!" "

Xiang'er, have you seen Liu Chengguang?"

Oh no...... No..." Sun Shangxiang suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words, "How could I have met him

?" "Ha..." Old Mrs. Wu laughed loudly, "You, why don't you speak for your husband?"

Besides, didn't you say that if you want to marry, you should marry such a person

?" "I said that Wen and Wu are both complete, Wen must have the talent of Zhou Lang, and Wu must have the courage of a big brother, can he?" "

Xiang'er, if you are like this, you will never find a husband in your life, ha..." Old Mrs. Wu burst out laughing again.

"Mother, you're laughing at me again..."

"Xiang'er, did you arrange tonight's poetry meeting on purpose?"

No..." Although Sun Shangxiang strongly refuted, her expression was in Old Lady Wu's eyes.

"Present

the poem!" "

No!" the maid presented the poem respectfully.

Old Mrs. Wu read it carefully, "Good poem, good poem! This song should only be heard in the sky, and it should be heard several times on earth. What a poem!" Sun

Shangxiang's eyes straightened when he heard this.

Although she watches dancing knives and guns all day, she must be a lady show, and she can't write poetry, but she can appreciate it.

It's a great poem, and there's nothing wrong with it.

How could that disciple write such a poem?" Sun Shangxiang seemed to react, "There is a Wang Xuan beside him, I heard that he is very talented, and he is called Xiangyang Caizi, it must have been written by Wang Xuan."

"Miss, this is really written by Liu Zhoumu!" the maid explained, "At that time, the Mingyue girl had just finished stroking the piano, it was a work of the situation, and it couldn't be wrong!"

"Then this poem should be able to win the top spot tonight!" said Old Lady Wu.

"Anyone else

has made better poems?" Mrs. Wu was shocked, could there be better poems than this.

It's just that some people say that this is not a five-word poem, it is not an elegant poem, and it is necessary to use a five-word poem. And Butaisho gave the title, to write about the moon and wine. Liu Zhoumu said that he wrote only one poem, which would overwhelm everyone. Wu Jun Zhang Wen was not convinced and made a bet with Liu Zhoumu that whoever lost would never write poetry from now on. After the maid said this in one breath, she was a little out of breath.

"Okay, this time that disciple lost the decision!" After listening to the maid's words, Sun Shangxiang became excited.

"That Zhang Wen is the recently rumored genius Zhang Huiru?" asked Old Lady Wu.

"Exactly!" "

I heard that the last poetry meeting was with the theme of wine and the moon, and Zhang Huiru came out on top. Old Mrs. Wu looked at Sun Shangxiang.

Sun Shangxiang lowered his head embarrassedly.

"Xiang'er, it's not good for you to be like this! Since it's a competition, it must be fair.

"I don't care, I just want to make that disciple lose, make him ugly!" said Sun Shangxiang angrily.

Bright Moon Building.

All the men began to write poems, but Liu Jun drank there to enjoy the moon.

The fastest to write was Zhang Wen, who was full of enthusiasm and was about to finish a poem.

Gu Yong and Buqi did not write, the two of them were admiring other people's poems.

"Liu Zhoumu, why don't you write yet?" asked Gu Yong.

At this time, those Jiangdong geniuses noticed that Liu Jun did not even write a word.

"Liu Zhoumu, are you going to close your pen and stop writing poetry?" said Zhang Wen in a strange manner, "I haven't finished writing yet, maybe you still have a chance."

"Liu Zhoumu's seven words are so well written, can't he write five words?" Quan Jun looked at everyone, "If so, I have some doubts that that the poem was not written by Liu Zhoumu!" After

listening to Quan Jun's words, everyone looked at Liu Jun with strange eyes.

"Yuan sigh, do you know what genius is?" asked Liu Jun as he looked at Gu Yong.

"Liu Zhoumu is saying that he is a genius?" asked Gu Yong rhetorically, and his tone was obviously mocking, there were people who praised themselves, but they had never seen anyone like Liu Jun who praised themselves.

"Genius is comparable to ordinary people, I don't put pen to paper, that is to leave you some face, if I drop pen, these poems of yours will be immediately eclipsed!"

"I'm looking forward to appreciating

genius's poems!" "I also want to see genius' poems, where is it higher than the poems of us ordinary people?" Liu

Jian smiled slightly, put down the wine glass, picked up the pen, and began to wave.

"Mingyue girl, you come to read!" "

Nuo!" Mingyue gently moved Lian Bu, came to Liu Jun's desk, and began to read:

"A pot of wine between flowers, no blind date alone." Toast to Ming Yue and pair up the three of them. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciple follows me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will shadow, the joy must be and spring. My song and moon wander, my dancing shadows are scattered. Mingle when you wake up, and disperse when drunk. Forever knot ruthless travel, phase period Qiao Yunhan.

After Liu Jian finished writing, he threw the pen, picked up the wine glass, and drank it.

The entire hall was silent.

When the Bright Moon girl had just chanted, there were some small discussions. But after four sentences, no one was talking. After a few more words, no one dared to speak.

"The poems of the poet immortal Li Bai crush you people, it is too simple. Liu Jian thought triumphantly, this is a poem written by the greatest poet of ancient times!

After the Mingyue girl finished reading, she was still unfinished, and she recited it again in a voice full of emotion.

Everyone, including Wang Xuan, stopped writing, so that the poem is in front, who can write it again?"

"A pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without blind dates, toasting to the bright moon, and three people to Yingcheng." Good poetry, good poetry!" Wuhou Mansion, Sun Quan looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed with emotion.

He suddenly felt how similar the mood of this poem was to himself. Since sitting in Jiangdong, it looks so beautiful, but his heart is so lonely, some are just monarchs, they only focus on interests, and where can they find confidants.

How many times to drink, can only be a toast to the bright moon.

"Liu Chengguang, if I am not Wu Hou, you are not Jingzhou Mu, you should be a confidant!" Ganlu

Temple, Old Lady Wu held the manuscript of the poem copied by the maid, and her heart could not calm down for a long time.

The hearts of these troubled lords are lonely, and Old Mrs. Wu thinks of her husband Sun Jian, and often toasts to the bright moon. And after her husband died, why not her?