As soon as Liu Biao spoke, the field suddenly calmed down.

The scholars looked at each other, and some scholars were interested in writing poems on the stage, but Wang Can was in front of him, and his bad behavior would only make people laugh. It would be better not to do it. Wang Can is a famous talent in the world. When it comes to chanting poetry and essays, who can compare with him?

Seeing that no one dared to come to the stage, Liu looked unconscious and was about to continue speaking, a clear voice came from a distance.

"I have a poem below. I wish you criticize and correct me!"

As the sound came, he saw the scholars surrounding the platform splitting away like waves, revealing a road leading to the high platform. On the road, a boy wearing a short linen came over, and Liu Biao's face suddenly became gloomy.

Judging from the young man's costume, it is obvious that he was the follower of a scholar. He dared to speak at such a grand ceremony of magnificent literary festivals. It was simply indecent!

Xu Shu was stunned and stared at Zhang Miao and walked towards the high platform. He did not expect that the poor boy who had just talked to him would have the courage to collaborate with poetry in this occasion.

"Yuan Zhi, who is that boy?" Cui Zhouping, who was beside him, asked in a low voice.

Xu Shu said: "He said he was Zhang Miao from Huyang."

"Isn't it the entourage of a scholar?" Cui Zhouping said in surprise.

Xu Shu smiled bitterly and said to himself, "How could I know?" I just said a few words to him out of politeness.

"Lihua, is that the person who just talked to you?" Deng Yan looked at Zhang Miao walking towards the platform in amazement and asked her cousin Deng Lihua beside her.

"Yes, right?" Deng Lihua was also stunned. She never expected that Zhang Miao would dare to speak at this time and write poetry. Do you know how to write poetry?

Deng Lihua still knows something about Zhang Miao who once tried to tease him and was knocked out by him, and Zhang Miao who saved his and his family's lives. He knows that he is just an ordinary farmer boy in Sanshui Village and has the father of a patriarch. He has some knowledge, but he must not show off on such occasions. He didn't see who was sitting on the platform? They were all people in Jingzhou who held great power! Deng Lihua couldn't help but start to worry about Zhang Miao.

Zhang Ping was also stunned. He couldn't understand what was happening. Is poetry writing, what is poetry? Is it the inexplicable things that the vulgar and ugly man named Wang Can on the stage just now? How could A Miao know how to write poetry? This is what to do!

Just as he was stunned, Zhang Miao slowly walked to the front of the stage and was stopped...

"Which entourage do you dare to speak loudly, don't you look at who is on the stage?" An official in charge of order saw Liu Biao's face, reached out to block Zhang Miao's way, and scolded in a low voice.

Deng She, not far away, also saw Zhang Miao, was shocked and hurriedly ran over. He brought Zhang Miao in. If something happened, he would not escape.

"This is my family member, and somehow I ran here." Deng She smiled and then whispered to Zhang Miao, "Go out quickly, this is not a place where you are random!"

Zhang Miao looked at Deng She calmly and said indifferently: "Mr. Deng, I am not your follower, but your savior of your brothers and family!"

Then he ignored Deng She, who was a little embarrassed, and said sternly to the clerk: "In Xiahuyang, Zhang Miao, a good family, is not a follower of any family. Just now, the provincial governor asked everyone to come on stage to write poems. Do you dare to disobey the provincial governor's words?"

"This..." The official showed a hint of embarrassment and looked back at the stage. After all, it was Liu Biao, the governor of Jingzhou, who just asked everyone to write poems. If he stopped him, wouldn't it go against Liu Biao's words?

"I envoy, since this person wants to write poetry, just listen to it as a fun person. The riots will hinder the reputation of the literary club." Kuai Yue, who was sitting on the left side of Liu Biao, whispered.

Liu Biao nodded slightly.

Finally, no one stopped him. With thousands of eyes, Zhang Miao slowly walked up the steps, but he was not nervous at all. After all, we were also the one who had spoken as student representatives at the opening ceremony where tens of thousands of people attended. We had shaken hands with high-ranking officials. What is this scene?

"Zhang Miao, Huyang, do you say you want to write a poem?" Seeing that Liu Biao didn't say anything, Song Zhong had to pretend to be the host and asked Zhang Miao with a smile.

Zhang Miao first bowed to Liu Biao in the middle and then said calmly: "That's it."

"So, please." Song Zhong smiled slightly and retreated casually.

In the midst of the attention of everyone, Zhang Miao spoke slowly.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor."

Hum? Liu Biao was stunned. He thought that the boy who came from in front of him, who didn't know where he wanted to attract attention, but he didn't expect that these two poems sounded quite meaningful.

"These two sentences are good!" Cui Zhouping said softly.

Xu Shu didn't say anything. With Zhang Miao's words, scenes appeared in front of Xu Shu. The heroic Zhao State wearing Huying was carrying a bright Wu hook sword, sitting on a white horse with silver saddle, galloping freely in the wilderness! The life of a hero, the heroic and righteousness was a portrayal of his youth. Unfortunately, such a life has never returned...

On the stage, Zhang Miao walked slowly, and the clear poems were slowly spoken from him.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.

After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.

I was idle after Xinling drinking, take off my sword and cross my knees in front of me.

He ate Zhu Hai with roasted rice and held a cup to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of wine are so proud, but the five mountains are so light.

After blurred eyes and ears, the spirit is simple and bright.

Handan was shocked first when he saved Zhao Hui's golden hammer.

Two heroes of thousands of years have been admired by Daliang City.

Even if the dead man is fragrant, he will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world.

Who can write to you, the Taixuan Sutra of the White-Headed Head."

The heroes of Yanzhao, with silver saddle and white horse, within ten steps, kill one person, thousands of miles of passes, and do not stay. After finishing, they brushed their clothes and left without any sound, hiding deep in their lives and fame. Sometimes they are idle, they walk past Xinling County, come and drink, take off their swords and sit in front of their knees. They eat large pieces of meat with Zhu Hai, and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl. After drinking three cups, they promise a thousand gold, and their loyalty is greater than that of the Five Mountains. After drinking, they are dizzy and their ears are full of energy, and they are energetic and energetic...

In Zhang Miao's poem, an image of an inspiring hero appeared in front of everyone, making people feel heartbroken. Xu Shu's eyes couldn't help but get wet. Once upon a time, this was the life of the knight he yearned for!

However, ideals are always defeated by cruel reality. The young man who was willing to act rashly back then had to transform himself into a scholar who pursued fame and fortune...

"The spirit soars into the sky and reaches the sky. What a poem!" Cui Zhouping praised the high-high.

All the scholars present, most of whom are well-read, can naturally hear the quality of the poem. The rhythm of this poem is fair and the sentences are passionate. The image of a hero appears before everyone, and it is a first-class poetry!

If Wang Can's poem just now brought everyone to the Central Plains where the world was filled with sorrow, the poem just now swept away everyone's sad mood, and replaced it with excitement and progress.
Chapter completed!