Chapter 27 Liang Yuanya is famous all over the world!

At this point, Ding Xi still had no fighting spirit, so he wanted to abandon his son and admit defeat. However, he saw Han Jiang shaking his head violently. Ding Xi didn't know why, so he heard Han Jiang say: "Ding Yanei, please continue."

Continue? Why continue? There is nothing to say about the level of this level.

Han Zhen, who didn't know when he moved to his side, said softly: "It's now up to Ding Yanei whether he can leave his name in history."

Ding Xi suddenly woke up and thought deeply. The frustration on his face disappeared and was replaced by excitement. He immediately continued: "Looking at the clear snow while leaning on the stick, the clouds on the stream are tens of thousands heavy."

This is a poem by Tang Jia Dao.

Zhang Heng didn't notice the small movements of Han Jiang and Ding Xi. He thought for a while and recited: "The remaining snow is shining on the screen, the plum blossoms are falling, and the flute has been played for three times, and there is no one left, and the moon is dim. I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what you are doing."

Tears flow freely, and I recall my life in the sound of heartbreak."

Han Jiang, Ding Xi and others' eyes lit up.

Han Zhen quickly urged people to take notes and write them down. In fact, he didn’t need to say more. Someone was already writing furiously. Some people even set up tables and chairs, spread out paper, and started composing pictures there. Good guy, this is

It's time to paint.

Ding Xi noticed this and quietly changed his position so that the painting scholar could see his majestic body.

After that, Ding Xi said with determination on his face: "I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo every now and then."

Bai Juyi's poems.

Zhang Heng suddenly felt that something was not right, but the poem fight was still going on, so he quickly searched for poems, thought for a while and said: "I have written thousands of poems about snow in my life, but why there are no poems this spring. The boss is cold and can only drink mud and wine, and is poor and worried."

I can't recite poems when I'm drunk. The willows in the garden will be moistened to open their eyes, and the plum blossoms will be sent away coldly to bid farewell. Wherever the tall buildings are left white, there is no place to send my lovesickness during the old travels."

The fifth song!

Han Jiang felt like she was about to suffocate.

Ding Xi's mentality had changed, and he was even more happy when he heard this, but his face was still tense, as if he was extremely angry, and then he responded with another poem.

Ding Xi continued, so Zhang Heng naturally wanted to continue, and he immediately continued. It was another poem that no one had ever heard before, and it was probably written by him himself.

So like this, the two of them answered each other, and they actually picked up twenty-four songs. Later, Han Jiang quickly stopped because he saw that Zhang Heng was already tired.

This is about composing poetry, not reciting poetry. Although Zhang Heng’s talents and thoughts are unparalleled in the world, yes, Zhang Heng’s talents and thoughts are unparalleled in the world. This is something everyone present is sure of.

Who can compose a poem in a blink of an eye, and then compose twenty-four poems in a row, and the completion of each poem is extremely high, and some of them have the potential to be passed down from generation to generation. Is there anyone else in the world who is not alone in the world?

Unique in the world?

Han Jiang was afraid that Zhang Heng would get too tired and fall ill and die. Then everyone here would be sinners, and he would be the culprit... Well, not Ding Xi, but he would also be an accomplice!

Moreover, writing twenty-four poems in a row is enough to make today's Liangyuan gathering comparable to any gathering in history. Twenty-four poems are enough, and any more will not mean much.

Han Jiang was satisfied.

——No matter how Han Jiang fares in the future, his name will definitely go down in history, not because of anything else but because he is the organizer of today's Liangyuan gathering!

Han Jiang called to stop, and the look of shame and anger on Ding Xi's face immediately disappeared, and he became like a spring breeze. He came over and gave Zhang Heng a deep bow and said: "Zhang Sanlang, I, Ding Xi, admit defeat. San Lang's talent is unparalleled in ancient times and today."

, I am convinced!"

In an instant, cheers erupted in the snow, and everyone cheered and applauded.

Han Zhen anxiously confirmed with the people who recorded it: "Have you remembered everything?"

Those people nodded repeatedly: "Remember it, remember it, word for word!"

Han Zhen held up his palms and smiled and said: "Go back and ask the famous people to write down today's elegant gathering. From now on, this Liangyuan elegant gathering will become the most famous elegant gathering in Bianjing City, and everyone's names will be appended to it."

Let’s leave a name for eternity together!”

Hearing this, the scholars' faces, which were blue and blue from the cold, showed uncontrollable smiles.

Zhang Heng looked at Ding Xi who was smiling and was a little stunned for a moment. When he figured it out, he smiled bitterly and said: "You guys!"

Although he was put in a position, Zhang Heng was also very happy. He watched the scholars busy one by one. Some were busy composing pictures, some were busy recording and transcribing, and some even started to get together to discuss how to record the matter.

Some have even begun to discuss how to spread the word...

Well, make a name for yourself.

Starting from about tomorrow, Bianjing City will have its own legend.

It’s free to attend banquets and other events in the future!

Not only that.

If you participate in cultural events organized by certain restaurants, you can also collect writing fees and appearance fees. Liu Yong relied on this trick to eat and drink.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng was in a very good mood. Seeing that everyone else was busy, he said to Zeng Xiaokuan: "This is my first time here. Let's go shopping together. I want to see Merlin."

Hearing this, Zeng Xiaokuan felt like he was waking up from a dream, and nodded quickly: "Okay."

Other than that, he just followed step by step without saying a word.

Today Zeng Xiaokuan is already a little numb.

From Han Zhen's deliberate probing at the beginning, to the provocation of the classmate behind him, to Ding Xi's deliberate targeting, and then Zhang Heng composed twenty-four poems without even frowning, his fragile heart was provoked again and again.

Now, I feel like my whole body is numb.

Zhang Heng also noticed that something was not right with Zeng Liao Xiaokuan, and quickly turned sideways to look at Zeng Xiaokuan. Zeng Xiaokuan was a little nervous when he saw him like this: "San... Sanlang... what's wrong?"

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Brother Xiaokuan, why don't you speak?"

Zeng Xiaokuan was stunned for a long time when asked by Zhang Heng. He suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "I finally understand why my father accepted you three brothers as his disciples. Even if I only accept you as my disciple, it's enough."

Zhang Heng smiled when he heard this and said in his heart that your father did not come here for my talent, he accepted us for my wealth, but there is no need to say more about this.

Zhang Heng said sincerely: "Brother Xiaokuan, apart from the teacher-student relationship between me and your father, we are actually true friends, right?"

Zeng Xiaokuan nodded vigorously: "This is absolutely."

Zhang Heng laughed: "In this case, I still hope that Brother Xiaokuan can still take care of me as before, and we can still talk about anything. It is too difficult for a person to have a confidant in this life. I hope that Brother Xiaokuan can be

My lifelong confidant!"

Zeng Xiaokuan's eyes widened and he looked at Zhang Heng blankly.

Zhang Heng patted his shoulder and walked into the red plum forest.

Zeng Xiaokuan stood stunned in front of Mei Lin for a long time. After a long time, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and then he walked inside with very brisk steps: "Sanlang! Wait for me!"
Chapter completed!