Chapter 75 No way, a child is also a poet? I don't want to live anymore

Boom!

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Niu Jianhu's voice slowly appeared, like a muffled thunder.

"Huh? It sounds like the same thing."

"This... Isn't he the son of Bull Demon King? I heard that he would fall asleep when reading, how could it be possible..."

"Did he pretend before? These two sentences have something."

Facing the discussion of the crowd, Niu Jianhu was not panicked at all: "Nature has endowed the gods with beauty, and yin and yang divide the dusk and dawn. The clouds are born in my chest, and the returning birds are in my eyes."

At this point, Niu Jianhu paused, winked at Cheng Chumo, and turned around to bow to everyone: "Ahem, I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the mountains!"

At this moment, there was complete silence.

Everyone had only one thought, impossible, absolutely impossible.

This world is too crazy, martial artists also have to take exams, and they are also taking exams on poetry!

Li Gang frowned many times tonight, and now he is a little numb. Sitting on the couch, his mind is full of doubts.

Slowly getting up from the couch, Yuchi Baolin ran over quickly and held Li Gang's shoulder: "Mr. Li Gang, I haven't read my poem yet."

Li Gang waved his hand and glanced at Yuchi Baolin: "Don't worry, I won't run away."

Li Gang pulled Niu Jianhu, looked left and right: "Did you write this?"

Niu Jianhu blushed and proudly puffed out his chest: "Mr. Li Gang, this is written by me."

Li Gang nodded: "There is progress, not bad."

"No, except that it doesn't fit the mood of tonight, it can be said to be a masterpiece that only appears once in decades."

This is still Li Gang's conservative evaluation. Li Gang's heart is already rumbling. You said that such poems were written by the son of a military general?

Who would believe it if I told others!

Yuchi Baolin also smiled and bowed to Li Gang at this time: "Sir, please listen to me."

"Last year on this day, the face of the man and the peach blossoms reflected each other. I don't know where the face of the man has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

Yuchi Baolin's requirements are gorgeous and beautiful. Liu Xuan didn't think much about it. He thought of the 108 wards in Chang'an. There seemed to be an old Wang in each ward. The neighbors of the old Wang in each ward seemed to always change very diligently, so he wrote this poem.

Li Gang's face was ruddy and he suddenly laughed.

"Good, good, good!"

"Although it's not the theme of tonight, it's well written! You're a poetic talent that only appears once in decades! General Yuchi should be relieved to have you."

At this time, Li Shimin, who was standing behind, suddenly blushed when he heard this poem: "This guy, stealing is stealing, why is it so beautiful, I'm a little dissatisfied!"

"What right do they have!"

At this time, Fang Xuanling kept laughing and bowed to Li Shimin: "Thank you, Your Majesty, there are already two poems, it seems that I won by luck."

"Ten strings of money, I can't spend it all in a year."

Li Shimin took a deep breath, and there was still Cheng Chumo! Don't worry, although the victory and defeat have been decided, you have to lose clearly!

Ten strings of money, hiss... can have several meals at the Datang Hotel!

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost right, Cheng Chumo glanced at the scholars who were already stunned, and smiled and stood up.

"Lying in a lonely village without feeling sorry for myself, I still think of guarding Luntai for my country. Ahem, my father is a military general, and I have also practiced martial arts since I was young. There is nothing wrong with writing about war, right?" After saying this, he waved his fist as big as a sandbag.

The scholar was about to cry: Look at him, he actually knows how to use idioms...

"Lying in bed late at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horses on the icy river... come into my dreams!"

Cheng Chumo was straightforward, then hugged his arms and leaned back: "What is a great poet, have you seen it? Which girl will win the first prize this year? I can't wait, come out quickly!"

The first part was normal, and it didn't matter if he won.

But the latter sentence made Li Gang's face turn blue and purple.

Li Shimin's face was even more livid.

Three poems, two of which are different from the theme of tonight, one is a positive poem, and the ambition of young people is reasonable.

A poem about those lecherous thieves in Chang'an City, lamenting that things have changed and times have changed, seems to be reasonable.

The last poem is so tragic, but you, Cheng Chumo, are so young, when did you lie dead in an isolated village? This poem clearly describes the state of mind of an old man, how the hell are you old?

Li Shimin was furious.

Fang Xuanling sighed: "Your Majesty, ten strings of money, ten strings of money, can't be spent in a year."

Li Shimin had a dark face and said nothing.

Chang Sun Chong's face was a little ugly now.

He looked at the poem in his sleeves. He bought it from an official in the palace. The official was good at poetry and prepared to use it as the finale, but...

He took it out directly, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

If I don't tell you, you won't know!

The little movement was very fast, but Cheng Chumo had already reached Chang Sun Chong's face.

"Little bastard, what did you just say?"

"You..." Before Chang Sun Chong could say anything, a fist had already greeted him.

Originally, Li Gang was still immersed in the artistic conception of the three poems, carefully appreciating them, his whole body was hot and excited.

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic, and Cheng Chumo started to beat people.

Liu Xuan quickly covered Yaya's eyes. It seemed that Cheng Chumo had beaten Chang Sun Chong more than once. He was skilled in the method. He was even familiar with how Chang Sun Chong would dodge and predicted Chang Sun Chong's prediction.

At this time, in the corner, a woman's eyes flashed with some doubts, and then she silently picked up a pen and recorded something on the book in her hand.

"Cousin, do you think the descendants of these generals are really different from the past?"

Zheng Youlai blushed when facing his cousin's question. Since the first year of Wude, he has been the king of poetry for ten consecutive years. Later, after he returned to Xingyang, it was that Lu Lingyun and his group who took the top spot.

At this time, his face was ashen. Cheng Chumo was a bull who saw a tiger. What kind of person was Wei Chi Baolin? Didn't he know?

"Cousin, what's wrong with you? Why is your face red?"

Zheng Youlai took a deep breath: "Refreshed!"

Zheng Liwan sighed and shook her head silently.

She remembered all the poems tonight. She must think about them carefully when she goes back. More than a dozen of them are very good. If each of them is taken out separately, I am afraid that they can win the top spot in any year.

Liu Xuan noticed Zheng Liwan. When the messy scene just subsided under Li Gang's persuasion, Liu Xuan said something in Yaya's ear.

Yaya's eyes lit up, she stood up excitedly, stood on the table with her hands behind her back, and paced back and forth.

When she saw a plate or something blocking her way, she kicked it away with her feet, with a proud look on her face.

"When will the bright moon appear? I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky..."

Yaya's childish voice was like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

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