Moxiang Pavilion.

Li Chen'an lifted his pen and dipped it in ink, as if he did not hear the shouts of the teenagers who were extremely fanatical because of his poetry.

He didn't even look at the students in the Left and Right Academy.

At this time, he seemed to sink into a very mysterious realm.

His mind was frantically recalling the poems he had read and remembered, and he just wanted to write those poems that had been passed down through the ages, so that they could shine again in this world.

Whether or not it will fit today's topic is no longer important to him.

Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, but it is impossible to be full of sad songs.

Of course, nostalgia for the past is needed, but after all, people must look to the bright future.

It will only be a hundred years at most for a lifetime to be relived in this world, and when people die, the lights go out, and the traces of their stay in this world will gradually fade away with the passage of time.

Until there is no trace of it anymore.

But the text is different.

They will last forever.

It will be known to people thousands of years from now.

Even...... In case another time-traveler comes to this world, hehe, I have written all the articles in the world, so that you can't write in amazement!

So, he continued to write hard, without the slightest guilt of plagiarism.

How can the things of the reader be called copying?

Such a beautiful poem, like a beautiful dandelion, itself is just the wind that happens to blow by, spreading it widely.

So inadvertently, some of his words were off topic, but he still got the cheers and shouts of all the students.

That's identity.

It is also an ideological resonance in literature.

At this time, in the Moxiang Pavilion, not only the students of Tai Academy were staring at him dumbfounded, but even the sixteen students of Yue Guo actually turned around at this time, and all their eyes fell on his back.

Of course, they all heard Li Chen'an's eight poems, and they even wrote them down on the paper in front of them!

They have lost the idea of writing a poem themselves!

Even when they looked at Li Chen'an, there was no longer the slightest hostility in their eyes, even the sturdy young man who had despised Li Chen'an at the gate of the literary world, in addition to shock, there was also a little shame in his eyes at this moment!

There was not only shock in Yang Duoduo's eyes, but also joy that could not be concealed!

What is genius?

It's called genius!

What does it mean to go down to earth?

He, Li Chen'an, is the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing!

They are all the most famous genius students in the Yue Kingdom, and their ability to appreciate poetry is far beyond ordinary people.

These eight poems of Li Chen'an...... There is no one in the world who can beat it!

What's more, he really did it in one go without thinking!

What's more, he is still writing at this time, and it seems that he wants to finish writing this Mid-Autumn Festival!

What an agile mind!

What a wealth of knowledge is this?

He is unmatched!

At this time, Yang Duoduo suddenly remembered what Li Chenan said at the door of the literary world.

If Li Chenan was born in heaven, he will be coquettish in the literary world for 5,000 years!

He's not bragging.

And he really did.

Not to mention that there is no one to come, this is unprecedented!

His madness tonight will surely become the swan song of the world in the future!

He not only impressed the tens of thousands of Ningguo students in the audience, but he also admired the sixteen Yueguo students.

When a person stands at the top of a certain field.

Everyone in this field can only look up, and there is no hostility at all.

Because the gap is too big!

Yang Duoduo has long given up making lyrics, because under Li Chen'an's performance, any of the lyrics he or they do is meaningless!

If you do it reluctantly, the two are contrasted...... That's self-inflicted humiliation, blasphemy against poetry!

At this time, he simply stood up and quietly came to Li Chenan's side.

Leaned down, flicked his sleeves, and simply polished the ink for Li Chen'an.

Li Chen'an was taken aback, because his nose was very smart, and he smelled a faint fragrance.

He turned his head and saw the hand that was grinding the ink—

The so-called Rouyi refers to the soft and white sprouts of plants and trees, which is used to describe the woman's hands as extremely vivid.

This hand is Rouyi.

White, delicate, slender, and weak and boneless!

So, it's a woman dressed as a man!

He raised his eyes and smiled, Yue Nu is not only amorous but also very bold, because the sheep has spring water in her eyes, and she is undisguised joy!

Under Li Chen'an's eyes, her face like mutton fat and white jade seemed to bloom with two delicate little red flowers.

So, as if there was a spring breeze, the autumn mood in the court was dissipated.

Li Chenan hurriedly retracted his gaze.

The charm of the Yue Woman is really unbeatable!

Or continue to write words.

He didn't know that Fan Taohua, who was standing in the distance, was looking at him in great surprise.

He didn't know that at this moment, the Emperor of Ningguo was holding his words and preparing to recite them with emotion.

He didn't even know that his background had changed dramatically in the eyes of many people.

What he is thinking about now is whether to write the most famous song in his previous life, "When is the Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be There"?

If it is written, it will become the swan song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

If there are latecomers...... Just write Qingming.

......

......

Upstairs on the road.

Emperor Ning cleared his throat.

He looked at the ministers again.

He was pleased with the eagerly anticipated gazes.

Then, his face was filled with pride again.

"This word is called "Laurel Order, Mid-Autumn Festival"

Emperor Ning stroked his short beard, as if he had returned to his high-spirited youth.

He recited aloud:

"Who grinds a round of flying mirrors?

Shine through the universe, reflect the mountains and rivers!

Gyokuro cold,

Wash the autumn sky and the silver man has no waves,

More clear than a long night,

It's all in the way. ”

Emperor Ning suddenly took two steps forward, and his face seemed to be a little heroic because of this poem.

"Lao Tzu sings,

In order to ask Chang'e,

Good night,

...... How about not getting drunk?"

Emperor Ning's voice echoed in the hall.

The tone of this song is completely different from the first two!

It's insolent!

Strictly speaking, this poem is not too consistent with tonight's proposition, but if it is linked according to Li Chen'an's first two poems, it can be explained very well-

His heart is extremely depressed!

The first song "Jiang Chengzi" is a decade of life and death, which is his deep mourning for his mother.

The second song "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream, and his life is cool several times, which is written about his review of the seventeenth and no, the past twenty years, as well as his confusion about his future life and his hesitation about the road ahead.

And who sharpens the flying mirror of the third song "Laurel Order"? Shines through the universe and reflects the mountains and rivers! That is, he has come out of that confused realm, so he has the freedom and indifference to everything now.

Lao Tzu sang, in order to ask Chang'e, how to get drunk if you don't get drunk on a good night......

This is the struggle and cry of fate sent to his heart!

So, it's still a great song!

I can't help everyone to taste it, and Emperor Ning has taken the fourth word.

"This word is called "A Cut of Plums, Mid-Autumn Festival Without Moon"

Everyone pricked up their ears again, because there is indeed no moon tonight, so what kind of moonless Mid-Autumn Festival will Li Chenan write?