…要比，便比诗词！
                
            

            

            
            
                公子哥一句话，令现场气氛瞬间燃了起来。
                
            

            

            
            
                正月十五上元节。
                
            

            

            
            
                长安城灯火璀璨，游人如织。
                
            

            

            
            
                在这通宵不眠的不夜天，还有什么比诗词，更能激发唐人的热情和不羁？
                
            

            

            
            
                “斗诗！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “他们要斗诗了！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “不对！不仅是诗，还有词？”
                
            

            

            
            
                “呵呵，那是自然，自房遗爱一首《雨霖铃》后，这长短之词已风靡长安，被文人雅士追捧。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “这么说他们要诗词双比？”
                
            

            

            
            
                “呜呼！今日要开眼界了！”
                
            

            

            
            
                ……
                
            

            

            
            
                现场气氛热烈。
                
            

            

            
            
                房赢却叹了口气，缓缓抬起了手臂。
                
            

            

            
            
                嘈杂声登时一停。
                
            

            

            
            
                “怎么？怕了？”
                
            

            

            
            
                公子哥阴毒的看着房赢，讥笑道：“算你有自知之明，这诗词可不比猜灯谜，须得有真材……”
                
            

            

            
            
                “你认输吧！”房赢直接打断他。
                
            

            

            
            
                公子哥愣了下，顿时火冒三丈：“乡村野夫！竟然口出狂言，本少今日……”
                
            

            

            
            
                “行了，别废话了…”
                
            

            

            
            
                房赢再次打断他，索然无味的说道：“我先作一首，你觉得能超过我再说。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “哈哈哈哈……”
                
            

            

            
            
                公子哥发出一阵嘲笑，面露狰狞：“小子，便让你先又如何？你以为你是房遗爱？”
                
            

            

            
            
                …抱歉，我还真是……
                
            

            

            
            
                房赢淡淡的看着对方，开口问道：“你，准备好了吗？”
                
            

            

            
            
                公子哥一愣：“准备什么？”
                
            

            

            
            
                “准备让你那闭月羞花的妹妹，与我共度良宵。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “混账！”公子哥勃然大怒：“不知天高地厚的小子，先赢了本少再说吧！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “好，那便赢你！”
                
            

            

            
            
                房赢背负双手，淡淡开口：“今日元宵夜，我便将这首‘元夕’，当作见面礼送给佳人。”
                
            

            

            
            
                公子哥正欲开骂。
                
            

            

            
            
                远方忽然一声巨响。
                
            

            

            
            
                轰——！
                
            

            

            
            
                众人吓了一跳，纷纷举目望去。
                
            

            

            
            
                只见一朵硕大的烟花，正在黑色的夜空中绽放，爆开的银芒四散飞舞，美轮美奂。
                
            

            

            
            
                一名武侯立于街中。
                
            

            

            
            
                大声宣告：“今日上元节，圣人特令人燃放烟火，与民同庆——”
                
            

            

            
            
                人们还没反应过来。
                
            

            

            
            
                场中，一道声音朗声响起：“东风夜放花千树，更吹落、星如雨……”
                
            

            

            
            
                众人霍然扭头。
                
            

            

            
            
                惊讶的望向房赢。
                
            

            

            
            
                只感到脑海中一道无声惊雷响起，比刚才那束烟花更加震撼心灵。
                
            

            

            
            
                人群中。
                
            

            

            
            
                王有容倏然停下脚步。
                
            

            

            
            
                “东风吹开了元宵夜的火树银花。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “花灯灿烂，就像千树花开，从天而降的烟花，犹如星雨……”
                
            

            

            
            
                真是好美的词啊！
                
            

            

            
            
                她痴痴望着房赢的高大背影，美目涟涟，感觉芳心都被对方占满。
                
            

            

            
            
                更出落…
                
            

            

            
            
                星如雨…
                
            

            

            
            
                星如雨！！
                
            

            

            
            
                白衣男子愣住了。
                
            

            

            
            
                这句描述的不就是烟花吗？
                
            

            

            
            
                …问题是，从漫天银花绽放，到词句成型，此人却只用了短短几息时间……
                
            

            

            
            
                要知道。
                
            

            

            
            
                曹植还七步成诗呢！
                
            

            

            
            
                这家伙的文思，竟然快到了如此匪夷所思的地步，他是如何做到的？！
                
            

            

            
            
                白衣男子惊讶无比。