Su Chen was about to write the lyrics in public, and his words fell, and suddenly like a boulder smashing into the lake, the ripples quickly spread, and after spreading, seventy or eighty men and women who participated in the poetry meeting all showed curiosity and interest.

Some people want to see him make a fool of himself and test whether he is a real talent, but he is an impostor, or is he a vain?

Some people want to see what kind of famous story this "Su Yixuan" can write, which can be comparable to the previous song "Butterfly Love Flower"!

Peng Jingqing couldn't wait for a long time, and when she saw that Su Chen was finally about to write words, she immediately pouted at Murong Yan'er and said, "Do you dare to bet?" A thousand times, I bet on Su ...... Yi Xuan, you can also write a butterfly flower that is not weak a few days ago! ”

"Ahem, it's a butterfly love flower!" Bai Susu corrected softly beside him.

"That's what it means, anyway!" Peng Jingqing puffed up his chest, like a proud little peacock, and demonstrated towards Murong Yan'er.

Murong Yan'er snorted lightly: "Isn't it just a thousand, just bet!" ”

At this time, a maid had put the tray of pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table where Su Chen was, and many scholars and beauties gathered around, intending to witness it with their own eyes.

Xu Wan had the heart to see him write the lyrics early in the morning, not only to appreciate the lyrics, but also to watch his calligraphy put down the pen, which is the most worth looking forward to in the past few days.

Therefore, Xu Qingwan stood beside Su Chen in person, as if she had become the first fan sister, refusing to let others get too close to affect her vision, and even studied ink for him herself.

Hou Shijie, Fang Chenbo, Zhao Yu and others, seeing that Su Chen wrote lyrics and Xu Dacai's female ink, they all hated itchy, and watched coldly, just waiting for the lyrics he wrote, as long as it was slightly inferior to the song "Outsiders outside the wall, the beautiful women in the wall laughed", they would definitely have to be beaten and reprimanded, so that he couldn't get off the stage.

Shen Jiaru also quietly approached this gathering circle, holding a piece of paper in her hand, on which was Su Chen reciting Li Shangyin's poem "Jin Se" in the attic of Xiangyun Pavilion, and she planned to compare the handwriting to test whether this Su Yixuan and Su Chen's little divine doctor were the same person.

"It's down, it's down." The people in the inner circle began to make a noise, and broadcast the situation inside at any time, so that the people on the outside could know.

"Butterfly Love Flower!"

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy."

"In the grass-colored smoke and light, who will be silent and willless."

"I plan to get drunk with madness, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it."

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi......"

Every time Su Chen wrote a sentence, someone read it aloud, so that the people around him could hear it clearly.

When Shang Yan was written, many people were already shocked, and the endless sorrow caused by the ascending and looking far away in the words rendered a bleak and sad atmosphere with a blurry description of the scene, which immediately moved many scholars, Confucian scholars, talented women, and ladies, and felt that the artistic conception was lofty.

At the moment when he finished writing, the sentence "The clothes and belts gradually widened and did not regret it, and made people haggard for Yi" came out, and it always hovered in the ears of onlookers like a loud voice, and it seemed that a single figure and a man with all kinds of infatuation appeared in everyone's mind, thinking of the Yiren in his heart.

If the upper rhyme is just very good and excellent, then the last sentence of the lower rhyme pushes the whole word into the ranks of the ages.

Hou Shijie, Zhao Yu, Fang Chenbo and others, what they saw with their own eyes and heard with their own ears, their faces all changed greatly, and they were no longer able to suppress the other party.

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao...... Xu Qingwan muttered, her heart moved, and her eyes raised to look at Su Chen's calm expression, as if such a poem, he took it in his hand, without any excitement after writing a masterpiece, this Su Gongzi is really too steady.

The familiar thin gold font, the same charm and charm, Xu Qingwan can be sure that the Su Gongzi in front of her is Su Yixuan in Bai Susu's mouth, the Jinling genius of the first two words.

"It's really him!" Shen Jiaru was surprised, she leaned over, caught a glimpse of the notes of this new word, and compared the handwriting of "Jin Se" in her hand, it was basically exactly the same, and she was sure that the handwriting of the same person was undoubted.

Shen Jiaru also had mixed feelings in her heart, she couldn't imagine that the little doctor Su who saved Liu Monong turned out to be the son of Su Yixuan, who had recently become famous in Runzhou, this difference in identity is hidden deep enough!

"Su Chen, Su Yixuan, Bai Family Bai Susu......" Shen Jiaru guessed in her heart, what is the relationship between these two?

"Xu Cainu, Hou Gongzi, how is my poem butterfly love flowers, compared to the last time?" Su Chen smiled faintly, turned his head, and looked at Xu Qingwan and Hou Shijie.

Xu Qingwan's expression was complicated, she met Su Chen's gaze, and said: "This poem, sending scenery and affection, very skillfully integrates the feeling of wandering in a foreign land with the lingering feelings of the person in love, and writes the resolute character and persistent attitude of the son in the word, and successfully portrays the image of a sincere man." Especially the last sentence, the artistic conception is high, and the words are wonderful, I am afraid that it can be passed down through the ages, and it is not inferior to the previous butterfly love flower. ”

Xu Dacai explained the words in public, concisely and to the point, pointed out the connotation, and gave a very high evaluation!

After Peng Jingjing heard this, he smiled at Murong Yan'er and said, "What's the matter, let's lose, a thousand times, go back and send me to Peng's mansion!" ”

Murong Yan'er's face froze, her face froze, and she was a little embarrassed, she didn't expect that this Su Gongzi would be so talented and learned, he was really talented!

At this time, everyone was commenting on this poem and applauded. Some people are even transcribing, and after leaving the Xu Mansion, they will spread it as soon as possible.

Hou Shijie smiled wryly, his expression was stiff, a little embarrassed, he arched his hand, turned around and was about to retreat, so as not to stay in place and be embarrassed.

Su Chen saw Hou Shijie turn around and retreat, and sneered in his heart, you were aggressive just now, but now that the situation has reversed, it is time to beat the water dog, so as not to provoke trouble again in the future.

"Wait, Hou Gongzi."

When Hou Shijie heard the shout, he turned around in astonishment, looked puzzled, and asked, "What else is the matter with Su Gongzi?" ”

For some reason, Hou Shijie was a little nervous in his heart.

A shallow smile overflowed at the corner of Su Chen's mouth, and he said: "The Su curtain that Hou Gongzi just took out made Su Mou think of a Su curtain with the same word plate that he wrote in the autumn last year, and now write it and enjoy it with Hou Gongzi!" ”

"Oh, if that's the case, please write it out." Hou Shijie already understood that this was the other party's song that wanted to come up with the same word card, and he wanted to compare it with his Su Musha. However, he is still a little confident in his own Su Musha, and he doesn't believe that this Su Gongzi can be a masterpiece.

Everyone heard that Su Gongzi still had a song 'Su Musha' to write, and they all gathered around and looked forward to it.

Xu Cainu stood beside Su Chen, grinding the ink with her own hands again, and her eyes looked at his face, which contained a different taste.

After Su Chen lifted the pen, he groaned slightly, and then waved his pen, and the words flew like a dragon and snake, which were clearly visible on the paper:

"Su Curtain Cover":

"Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green on the waves. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun. ”

"The soul of the dark country, chasing the travels, night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, and the wine is sad and turns into lovesick tears. ”

After everyone read this poem, they all gasped, their expressions were complicated, and they could all perceive that this was another masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages.

At this moment, everyone looked at Su Chen's gaze again, and they were all a little shocked, from the previous doubts, to deep shock and admiration.

Hou Shijie's face is pale, the same Su curtain cover, similar rhyme, but the artistic conception and wording are really many times different. The one he wrote himself, in contrast, looks like a small family, and he only pins on a woman in his eyes, but it is not as good as this one, he can not involve the words of men and women, but he can write his feelings and lovesickness to the extreme.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, Hou Shijie looked lonely, walked out of the crowd in a daze, and ignored anyone who told him, and left the seat, leaving this shadow in his heart, I am afraid that he will never dare to write Su Musha in the future.