Hey? There is a garden by the river in front, looking from a distance, the voices of people are boiling, it seems that it is a banquet?

Su Cheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva, if only he could mix in and get something to eat.

"Dare to ask your son's surname? Is there an invitation to the poetry club? ”

Not surprisingly, it was really stopped, poetry meeting? Invitations? Of course not!

Su Cheng flicked his sleeves, his nostrils tilted to the sky at forty-five degrees, and he said arrogantly with a wrenched face: "I lost my son's invitation!" ”

This formation should be able to be suppressed, right? Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, and Su Cheng silently praised himself in his heart.

"Then please tell the son, and the small ones should be notified to confirm!"

Su Cheng snorted coldly: "This son can deign to come is already enough face, and he even dares to ask his name?" Hmph, this poem won't go! ”

Flicking his sleeves, Su Cheng turned around and left proudly.

"Stop me! Stop me! Su Cheng's pace was very slow, and the voice of anticipation never sounded.

The scenery is very beautiful, the wind is very light, but Su Cheng's stomach is very hungry, he looks up to the sky and sighs: "I'm so difficult!" ”

"Host, draw cards?"

Su Cheng was silent for a moment: "Or, draw one?" ”

"Okay, congratulations to the host for drawing the Darkness Chen Cang!"

Suddenly, Su Chengxiao's mouth couldn't close: "Quick!" With Darkness Chencang, I'm going into the garden! ”

"Use Darkness Chencang!"

With a swish, Su Cheng appeared in the garden.

This is where it comes in? The system is still a little useful, Su Cheng is overjoyed, no one in the crowded garden noticed Su Cheng who suddenly appeared.

A clear stream was gurgling, the meandering water flowed, and the sound of silk and bamboo and poems was endless, but Su Cheng's eyes were suddenly attracted by the food in the pavilion.

The stomach is like a drum, Su Cheng has a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right hand, hehehaha.

"Childe is also here to participate in the poetry party?"

Su Cheng turned his head, only to find that a few young people appeared behind him, looking at him with disgust and suspicion, and it was a delicate little girl who spoke.

Don't panic!

Be calm at this time!

Su Cheng took a bite of the chicken leg fiercely, and slowly spit out two words: "Of course!" ”

Suddenly there was a lot of discussion around.

"How could it be that you participated in the poetry meeting?"

"That is, how could this man possibly compose poetry? It looks like a starving ghost reincarnated! ”

"Who gave him the invitation?"

The little girl frowned slightly, and her little face was full of embarrassed but polite smiles: "Oh? This Wing Chun poetry meeting, can the son have poems? ”

Wing Chun? Wing Chun may not, but the poetry of Wing Chun, hehe.

Su Cheng suddenly smiled, waving the chicken leg and roast duck in his hand, and he paced slowly: "Oh, compose poetry? I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds crying everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and how many flowers fall. Do you think it's okay? ”

Can you really compose poetry? The people around him were always ready to laugh, but listening to it, it seemed that the poem was quite presentable.

The little girl's eyes lit up slightly when she heard the first sentence, and after listening to it, she chanted in a low voice, and looked up at Su Cheng, her eyes full of amazement.

The way Su Cheng was nibbling on the chicken leg just now was very vulgar in her eyes, but now, she felt that she was so uninhibited.

The little girl said slightly: "Childe is talented, just now I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and I hope Gongzi will forgive me!" ”

Su Cheng waved the chicken leg casually and said lightly: "It's okay!" ”

The people next to him were stunned, and Miss Kong praised her, but this person was unmoved?

Miss Kong is a famous talented woman in Chang'an, his grandfather Kong Yingda is the son of the country, although the official position is not obvious, but it is better than the Qing noble, and she is famous in the Shilin.

This man is so rude!

However, what shocked their jaws was that Miss Kong didn't care at all, but personally wrote next to her and smiled: "If Gongzi doesn't give up, I will transcribe this poem for Gongzi, I think Gongzi's poem is likely to come out on top!" ”

Coming out on top?

How can this poem come out on top? How can this poem be so good?

The people around me were really shocked, because they didn't think the poem was good when they first heard it, and the rhetoric was not gorgeous at all.

But listening to Miss Kong's admiration, they tasted it carefully, and the more they tasted it, the more they felt that this poem was actually very charming.

"May I ask what is the name of the childe?" Miss Kong asked with a smile.

Su Cheng said lightly: "Su Cheng! ”

"Su Gongzi is really a good poet, I don't know if Gongzi has other poems?" Miss Kong looked at Su Cheng fixedly, her bright big eyes full of expectation.

Yes, of course there is, but why tell you? Su Cheng shook his head lightly and said, "Today's mood is not good, and it is not appropriate to write poetry again." ”

Miss Kong was a little disappointed when she heard this, but she still smiled and said: "With only this poem, the name of the son should be spread all over Chang'an!" ”

I couldn't help but be slightly stunned when I heard it, is it famous?

Can the name be eaten as a meal?

Absolutely. Not only can it be eaten as a meal, but Liu Yong, a great poet like the Song Dynasty, can also ......

Soon Su Cheng's poem spread at the poetry meeting, this Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" is a work that has been recited through the ages, and Su Cheng threw it at the poetry meeting, like a bomb exploded in the garden.

Seven or eight old men walked into the pavilion with poems in their hands and asked, "I don't know whose poems are the poems of the spring sleep?" ”

Su Cheng took a bite of the chicken leg and said lightly: "I made it!" ”

Several old men looked at Su Cheng with some surprise, as if they didn't believe that such a good poem was made by a person who gnawed on chicken legs.

Miss Kong, who followed behind, confirmed: "Grandfather, it is indeed this Su Gongzi's work!" ”

Kong Yingda looked the young man in front of him up and down, and asked in surprise, "Sure enough, you did it?" ”

Su Cheng said lightly: "Of course, it's just a poem, why is it difficult?" ”

Just a poem? Do you know how amazing this poem is? Therefore, the eyes of people looking at Su Cheng were full of surprise.

Could it be that this poem was really written by this young man? How could this young man write such a good poem?

Kong Yingda said with a smile: "This poem is a masterpiece!" Why is it difficult? Could it be that Gongzi still has Wing Chun's poems? ”

Su Cheng said lightly: "It's just a poem, it's not just a casual come!" ”

Just writing poetry? Just casually?

What a big breath!

This young man is so crazy!

Young and frivolous, this is the evaluation of Su Cheng by the old masters like Kong Yingda, and the other young people are looking forward to it in their hearts, expecting Su Cheng to be slapped in the face if he can't make good poems.

Kong Yingda said with a smile: "The poem of Wing Chun just now is endlessly memorable, it is really the best choice of today's poetry meeting, it is really amazing, but we are still a little unfinished, so it is better to make another poem!" ”

"Yes, yes, Su Gongzi will make a song!" Other young people followed suit.

Su Cheng smiled faintly and said, "Okay, then make another song!" ”