Huang Liu paused for a moment. He also asked his father's master to teach this passage, but this passage was too long. He memorized it in front, but he forgot about it later. He had to scratch his head and continued: "I specially asked my father's master to teach me. His writing skills are as high as eight dou of rice (the master said he was talented). This is the first collection of poems published by this young master. Please ask Miss Leng to axe... and chop it with an axe! (The master said that Miss Leng axe corrected)..."

Guo Zhiyuan, who was standing aside, almost laughed out loud again. Huang Liu was so weird that he was ignorant. He wanted to be sensible and elegant. He could barely pretend to be like him in the first half of the sentence, but the second half of the sentence was directly exposed. At this level, he still wanted to pursue Leng Xianning, which was simply a toad that wanted to eat swan meat!

Chu Wan'er behind him endured it even harder, lowered her head and pressed her head against Guo Zhiyuan's shoulder, shaking. Fortunately, she knew the importance of it, so she couldn't help it and bit Guo Zhiyuan's shoulder. Guo Zhiyuan grinned in pain, and did not dare to scream, and turned around and glared at her fiercely!

The two pretty maids standing in front of Leng Xianning didn't have so much concern, and they burst out laughing. One of the younger maids covered their mouths and laughed: "Miss, you're just afraid you're disappointed. What good poems can such a fool do? Then A Yue and I can also be poets, and there are so many flatterers, and I almost vomited when I hear it!"

"Don't be rude! Take Mr. Huang's collection of poems and let me see..." Leng Xianning frowned and scolded the maid. The maid curled her lips and reluctantly took the collection of poems from Huang Liu and handed them to Leng Xianning.

Leng Xianning took the book "Qiujian Collection" and flipped it. Her pretty face turned completely cold. She put the collection of poems together and threw them into the lakeside. She suddenly stood up and said coldly: "I think it's better to feed fish such poems! The little girl held a poetry meeting not to be celebrating the elegance. She is all famous scholars in Fuzhou, but she only knows how to flatter and has no character. She actually flattered such nonsense poems. Wouldn't it be a shame for her? The little girl is not talented, but she doesn't bother to do it! If there are all such figures in the Fuzhou scholars, it's better not to do this poem!" After that, she shook her sleeves and prepared to leave!

Everyone was blushed by Leng Xianning's blunt words, and they wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. Huang Liu's face turned pale. Leng Xianning's face was really ruthless. When did he ever suffer such humiliation? If he hadn't been concerned about the background of the Leng family, he would have had an attack on the spot!

Guo Zhiyuan was anxious when he saw Leng Xianning leaving. The purpose of his trip was to get the opportunity to meet Huang Sihua through this young master Huang Liu. If Leng Xianning left like this, this young master Huang Liu would be so angry that he would go to him to talk about meeting Huang Sihua. He might not only not help, but also take his anger on himself, and that would be completely out of the way! So although he was very disgusted with Huang Liu, he had to stand up and help him smooth things out at this time.

Thinking of this, Guo Zhiyuan quickly stood up and shouted: "Miss Leng, please stay!..."

Leng Xianning stopped and looked at Guo Zhiyuan. She also recognized that Guo Zhiyuan was the young man who had just seen her face outside the attic where she lived. The situation at that time made her think that Guo Zhiyuan was stealing and peeping. Now that he appears here again, he naturally regards him as a bird of a feather like Huang Liu. He became more and more disgusted and said coldly: "What do you think of this young master?..."

Guo Zhiyuan had a certain plan in his heart, so he didn't care about Leng Xianning's coldness and smiled slightly and said, "I think Leng's understanding of poetry is biased. People in the world often pursue the lyrics and the parallelism is neat, but therefore they forget the most important true meaning of poetry!..."

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked. His remarks were indeed arbitrary to people of this era. If the poem was not gorgeous and the parallelism was not neat, would it still be called poetry? If Guo Zhiyuan was not doing the right thing for Huang Liu at this time, I am afraid that many people would retort him.

Leng Xianning looked at Guo Zhiyuan thoughtfully and said coldly: "What is the most important true meaning of poetry that young master thinks is?..."

Guo Zhiyuan was waiting for Leng Xianning's words and continued to talk: "I think the most important true meaning of poetry is true feelings. If there is no true feelings, no matter how gorgeous the poem is, it is just a whine without illness. When chanting, flowers shed tears when they feel good, and birds are frightened. Only poems with true feelings can touch people. For example, in the "Autumn Stream Collection" written by Mr. Huang, "Daming Lake, Ming Lake is big, there are lotus flowers in Daming Lake, and toads on the lotus, one poking and one jumping" Although there is no gorgeous rhetoric, it has true feelings, allowing us to feel Mr. Huang's heart with innocent and innocent heart, which is like Bai Xiangshan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty (Note: refers to Bai Juyi, Bai Juyi's name is Letian and is called Xiangshan Jushi.), and Bai Xiangshan's poems can be understood, otherwise it will be changed. It is similar to Mr. Huang's poems!..."

Everyone's eyes lit up all of a sudden. It turns out that this is the real master of flattery! He actually compared Huang Liu's nonsense poem with Bai Juyi's poem. He looked at Guo Zhiyuan with a look of green face and looked surprised. He looked at him with a little dislike before, but he wanted to be brothers with him. Only Xu Guangqi, Yin Suiqi and a few others heard that Guo Zhiyuan was not all flattery. Isn't it just a sarcastic idea that Huang Liu has a childish heart that is just a sarcastic mockery that he is as mentally retarded as a child who has never read a book? Of course they wouldn't say it out loud, just nodding and smiling.

Leng Xianning could not see through Guo Zhiyuan. He was clearly talking to Huang Liu, but he seemed to have a pun, some of which seemed to be improper, but his words were quite innovative, which made people think deeply, but he pondered and didn't say anything.

Seeing that Leng Xianning didn't say anything, but she didn't mean to leave again, Guo Zhiyuan knew that his words had already worked. He quickly hit the railway while it was hot: "Miss Leng had just finished reading Mr. Huang's "Autumn Story". It was really arbitrary. Mr. Huang learned poetry for a while, but he was quite spiritual about poetry. If the girl reads patiently, she will see many good poems that make people shine. If the girl doesn't believe it, I will remember one of them. Although it is simple, it has a long meaning. Would the girl like to listen to it?..."

Leng Xianning nodded slightly, and flicked her green jade hand forward, making a gesture of invitation.

Guo Zhiyuan cleared his throat and recited: "The poem is called "Yong Xue": one piece, two pieces, three pieces, five pieces, six, seven pieces, eighty pieces..."

Everyone had guessed that Guo Zhiyuan was mostly planning to use the method of mixing pearls and fish, using someone else's poem as Huang Liu's poem to help Huang Liu smooth things over. But when he heard these two sentences, he was stunned. This poem was as straightforward as Huang Liu's poem. Could it be that Huang Liu's poem was really written? Everyone knew the level of Huang Liu's poem. So why did Guo Zhiyuan read it? Will you continue to slap in the face?
Chapter completed!