"Are you saying true? If you can write poetry, show it to me!"

After hearing Zhuang Bufan's confident answer, to be honest, he didn't believe it very much. If Zhuang Bufan had this ability, he would not be able to grasp this difficult topic.

You know, if he gets this topic and wants to write a poem well, he must scratch his brain.

This made him question Zhuang Bufan.

After all, it is not difficult to have a person understand nothing, but if he can do anything, it will take a lot of time to take care of him.

"Okay, I know what you said, don't be difficult for Brother Zhuang. He can understand his ability to write poems and songs. However, this time the title is so difficult that if he can't do it, there is nothing."

Yes, Yan Liu thought it was good.

Zhuang Bufan's way of speaking has always been a word of everything, and it is impossible to be aimless without saying anything.

However, this time, he was not very lucky and got a problem and had to be solved in a short time. How could this be possible!

"No need, I can. There is a poem about childhood that I can make now."

Zhuang Bufan promised with confidence that since he decided to flow into this muddy water, he would never complain about this or that.

"Oh, is it true? If you can do it, just do it now! If not, I will refuse." At this time, Yan Fei looked at Zhuang Bufan with a puzzled look on his face, "I can tell you that it is possible for a person to write a poem casually. But it is extremely difficult to match the artistic conception. Can you do it?"

Zhuang Bufan nodded and said, "Of course, I can do it."

He rolled up his sleeves and said calmly to the two of them, "I will write a poem now, and you two will listen carefully."

As he said that, Zhuang Bufan walked around and looked at the sky and said, "I was carefree in my childhood in the past and had no heart. Today, my face was easy to grow old, and I looked at the spring and autumn, and how many sad things are there. Playing is annoying, just for a long time to enjoy, but now I am old, but I only leave a lifetime of sighing, the past years, a beautiful life."

Listening to Zhuang Bufan’s poem was shocked, the two of them couldn’t believe that this poem was derived from Zhuang Bufan’s mouth, which was too amazing.

Yan Liu widened his eyes and said in surprise, "You..., I didn't expect you to have poetry. It seems that I don't know enough about you."

On the other side, I thought Zhuang Bufan was talking and laughing, but he didn't take it too seriously.

But now when he saw Zhuang Bufan's poem, he was stunned on the spot, unable to believe what he heard.

Now, he is still thinking about the artistic conception of this poem, which is much better than he thought of.

He thought that if this theme of "childhood" was put into his hands, he would definitely be at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"I didn't expect that you are so powerful. Why don't you attend the Poetry Fairy Conference? If I hadn't pulled you, you would definitely not have gone."

Yan Fei first met Zhuang Bufan, to be precise, it was the "Zhuang Bi" in his mind.

Regarding this, he no longer regards the young man in front of him as Yan Liu's friend, but as a talented person.

With this move alone, Yan Fei predicted that this man named "Zhuangbi" was from a wealthy family, not a young man who wasted his life in a small town and didn't know what to do.

Zhuang Bufan didn't feel that he could write poetry, but he couldn't say he liked it, he just put all his thoughts and thoughts in his heart into words.

It was this that made countless people widen their eyes and admire Zhuang Bufan.

In fact, he didn't understand why these people caught his poems and essays, praised them very much, and praised them like classics.

At the same time, he wanted to despise him and make a big statement to the two people in front of him.

He was surprised to say that he was not aware of poetry and prose, but now he is very generous and looks different from his past.

At the same time, what did he see? He wanted to say to the two, "This is nothing."

However, when I saw the hot eyes of the two, I remembered the "Remembering Childhood" he had just written, and I was afraid that I would forget it and miss a word.

In fact, those who learn martial arts all have a good memory, and it is easy to remember such a poem.

It's as simple as eating and drinking water.

Now, there is a copying situation.

Zhuang Bufan watched them write down his poems and said, "You all have their own themes, why don't you write them?"

"Oh, I get it!"

Yan Fei slapped his head and said regretfully, "I almost forgot that I was shocked by your poems and I didn't even have the idea of ​​writing poetry."

"By the way, what is my subject? I can't remember it now."

"It's time. Your theme is similar to mine. I believe you can do it."

Zhuang Bufan said from the side, reminding him a little.

Yan Fei suddenly realized and took out a red note from his pocket. When he heard Zhuang Bufan say this, he recalled the theme of his poem.

"No mistake, my theme is quite huge. When it comes to poetry, there is no problem."

Having said this, he glanced at Zhuang Bufan and said, "Actually, your poem is very consistent with my theme."

When Zhuang Bufan heard this, he replied, "Do you want me to give you this poem and let me write a poem again?"

Yan Fei was shocked and hurriedly said, "No, no! I don't have this idea. I am a joke here. I am very sure of your talent. Besides, if I do this, wouldn't I just cheat code? Even if I pass this level, I will still have the next level to wait. How can you help me then?"

Yan Fei shook his head, thinking hard by himself, writing poems for this topic.

For some reason, with Zhuang Bufan's pearls and jade in front of him, he was inspired and had a little frown about this poem.

Soon, he quickly wrote down the poem and read it, and was quite satisfied.

On the other hand, Zhuang Bufan wrote down the poem he wrote. After all, the organizer used this form to test it.

Of course, he would ask one by one, of course not. If this happens, one of the nearly fifty people in the courtyard will be able to go to the next stage.

In addition, Yan Liu quickly wrote his poems well. It seems that these two people are quite satisfied with their poems.

However, when they looked up at the same time and saw Zhuang Bufan, the expression on their faces was extremely complicated.

It seems that the poem written by Zhuang Bufan was really shocked in their hearts.

A servant put away the red notes one by one, then put them all in front of the table in the square, allowing everyone to watch.

If you have a poem you like, you will naturally engrave a spiritual sense on the red note as your favorite poem.

Among these poems, Murong Nan's poems are the best, and the most spiritual sense can be obtained.

Of course, this is because Zhuang Bufan’s poems were not put up. If others saw his poems, they would definitely cause a commotion.

At first, like the poems written by others, he borrowed from the nameless people and would not attract too many people's attention.

Until someone accidentally saw this poem, realized the artistic conception of this poem, and was immediately shocked.

Like the Yan Fei brothers, an electric current flowed through the back of their heads, causing their brains to be strongly stimulated.

"Damn, look! This poem is so amazing. The artistic conception is difficult to understand."

This attracted more people's attention and wanted to know what it was.

However, it is an evaluation given by ordinary people, which will naturally not attract everyone's attention. Only when a very famous person pushes it will others notice this.

At this moment, the second princess Yan Liuli, who was expected by everyone, appeared in front of everyone.

As soon as the door opened, a woman with a melon-shaped face appeared in front of them.

Everyone looked at him intently, and then looked at the man next to him, Feng Shen and handsome, handsome and talented. Those who know him could tell at a glance that he was the son of the famous general Di Qing, the second princess' fiancé, Di Si.

He came, and the woman next to him, wearing a veil, had his identity self-evident. Naturally, the second princess Yan Liuli, who is highly anticipated.

Zhuang Bufan looked back and looked at the figure of the woman in front of him.

Graceful, full of elegance in every move.

He thought to himself, "Is this the second princess Yan Liuli?"

His electronic magic eyes swept away, just like Mu Wanyi, he couldn't see the true face hidden in the veil.

This made him full of curiosity, "It seems that the masters in Yancheng are really unfathomable."

When Zhuang Bufan was looking at Mu Wanyi, he stayed for a while because he couldn't see through the face inside the veil.

Because of this, Yan Fei caught him and was called out tirelessly by him.

Someone came out again, constantly exchanging, and vomited saliva, but never realized his mistake.

The disgust appeared in front of him, causing a headache for his head, "What, I'm singing constantly, and the crazy expression will cause a headache for me."

Ahhhhh!

What are you doing, why do you torture me mentally, making my intestines kink together, but you don’t know anything.

Gulululu...

What is this person doing? Why do you get irritated when you wake up?

And what else can he say? After repeated transactions, he has obtained a rich inheritance, making you smile.

I have nothing to say about this, what a pity! What else is there?

Squatting on the ground, with his head streaked out, and someone went out. The door opened, what are you doing?

When the evil demons and heretics appear, they are confused and in great pain.

The pressure increased greatly, and the headache sensation spread over and over again, spreading throughout the body.

"You are finally here, I thought you were not back!"

At this moment, as the owner of the attic, Yu Wenhua came to her and said with a smile.
To be continued...