"Is that a good poem? I think it's also average, Lord Kong, the eunuch of the country, praised two sentences because of his feelings, and it was passed around that he became a genius, and An Zhi was not the one surnamed Su behind the scenes? ”

"Hypocrisy! What a hypocrisy! ”

Boom!

Cheng Chumo and Wei Chigong swaggered in, and several scholar-looking people in the open room looked stunned.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? ”

"What kind of broken poems to read? Twitter, disturbing my uncle's drinking, do you know? Wei Chigong shouted, raised his hand and slapped the scholar who was leaning against the door.

"You, how dare you hit someone?"

"It's insulting!"

"Is there any royal law left?"

Several scholars scolded with pale faces, and the girls in the room screamed with disgraced faces.

"Wang Fa? Grandpa's fist is the king's law! Cheng Chumo punched and struck.

Su Cheng, who was originally going to follow over to pull the fight, stood silently to the side, and for a while, the screams of ghosts crying wolves sounded in the room.

"You perverts, do you know who I am? My uncle is the imperial history of the court! ”

"My father is the county magistrate of Wannian County! Just wait for jail! ”

However, Cheng Chumo turned a deaf ear to them, what is it to beat a person? As long as you don't beat people to death, it doesn't matter!

Soon stopped, and Yu Chi Baolin said, "I can't help but fight!" ”

Cheng Chumo shouted: "Grandpa, I'm drinking, what kind of broken poems are you reading, it's sour and smelly, I can't kill you!" ”

Su Cheng was a little speechless and said, "I wrote that sour and smelly broken poem." ”

Cheng Chumo and the others were stunned for a moment: "Aha? You wrote the poem? ”

This is very embarrassing, Cheng Chumo was a little embarrassed and said: "It turned out to be your poems, they all like your poems, haha......"

Su Cheng shook his head and said, "They don't like my poems, they are criticizing my poems!" ”

Cheng Chu was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and shouted, "What's the matter?" They are chewing the root of their tongues behind their backs, what a fucking shame! ”

While talking, Cheng Chumo made up for everyone again.

This movement attracted the attention of the entire Xiangmanlou, and I don't know how many people are watching the excitement.

"Hey, my master, why did you fight? If you have something to say, you have something to say! ”

"Yo, it's really lively." A few people appeared outside the room looking at the bustle.

Several scholars in the room seemed to see a savior after seeing the visitor: "The eldest grandson, Du Gongzi, Gao Gongzi, you have to be the master for us, these rags committed murder in public." ”

"You, you guys are new to Chang'an, I'm afraid you don't know these people, let me introduce you, these are the two sons of the Lu State Mansion, this is the son of the Yiguo Mansion......" The eldest grandson explained with a smile.

Every time they heard a name, the faces of several scholars turned even paler, and the eldest grandson Chong smiled and said: "These are all famous and noble sons, what is it to beat a few people for no reason?" If you can't be killed, you're already considered a favor, and you're still not grateful to Dade? ”

Cheng Chu snorted silently: "Eldest grandson don't sneer at you, there is a kind of fight!" ”

Su Cheng had already seen that the eldest grandson was obviously at odds with Cheng Chumo.

So Su Cheng slowly smiled forward and said: "When I first arrived in Chang'an, I wrote a few poems, although I didn't care, but I was lucky to get a lot of praise, but I didn't expect to come to drink today and hear someone next door talking, if it was just to evaluate the poems I wrote, but they slandered me behind my back, Brother Cheng, they were angry for a while, how can they be called plain for no reason?" ”

One of the scholars' face changed drastically and said, "You didn't know that you wrote it when you didn't realize it?" ”

Su Cheng said lightly: "Yes, I wrote it!" ”

"Heh, how could you have written this poem? You're pretending to be a poet, aren't you? Naturally, these scholars didn't believe it.

Don't talk about them, even Changsun Chong doesn't believe them, because Cheng Chumo and they are all martial artists who shout and kill all day long, it's good to know a few words, since this person is mixed with Cheng Chumo and them, how can they write poems?

Changsun Chong questioned: "Did you really write it?" ”

Cheng Chumo shouted: "Of course it is! Brother Su is a great talent, and he wrote a poem yesterday, what kind of jade gate is full of yellow sand, wearing gold armor and breaking Loulan......"

Su Cheng couldn't help but stroke his forehead, Cheng Chumo, I'm afraid you weren't an undercover agent sent by the other party, right?

Yu Chi Baolin and the others had already shouted: "Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

If it weren't for the blue nose and swollen face, these talented people would have to laugh, and a few people hummed: "You still dare to write poetry?" It must be a fake! ”

A girl with a beautiful face walked down, and said with a gentle smile: "This son is really the author of the prophet of Hualuo and Chunjiang Plumbing Duck?" ”

The eldest grandson was immediately attracted to them, and they all arched their hands and said, "Miss Mengyue! ”

Mengyue girl's gentle blessed body: "I've seen a few sons!" ”

Su Cheng smiled slightly: "Yes, these two poems are indeed written by me." ”

Mengyue girl smiled and said: "Childe's talent, these two poems are deeply admired by the slave family, these sons don't know the name of the son, so there is a misunderstanding, it is better for the son to write a poem, this misunderstanding will be resolved, and it is also a good talk to spread out!" ”

I have to say that although this Mengyue girl who suddenly appeared was very powerful with a smile, she immediately pinched the key point.

Didn't you say that you wrote the poems? Then you write another one, as long as you write it, then they are the first to lose, and this turmoil will naturally pass.

If you can't write it, you're at fault.

The moon and stars are scarce, the river is sparkling, Su Cheng looked at the beautiful scenery of the Qujiang River, his heart moved, he came to the window with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Poetry? There is a poem tonight, so let's make a song! ”

Mengyue said slightly: "The slave family listens!" ”

For a while, the entire Xiangmanlou was quiet, both the guests and the girls of the Xiangmanlou were all staring at Su Cheng, how this conflict ended tonight depends on his poems.

Su Cheng put his hands behind his back in the window and said slowly: "The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where is there no moon in the spring river? ”

Su Cheng only chanted four sentences, and the whole incense was full of needles, and Mengyue's big eyes were shining, and Su Cheng, who was standing by the window, had a look of surprise on his face.

Everyone who knew poetry in the fragrant building looked at Su Cheng with a shocked face.

This poem is amazing!

However, this is just the beginning.

"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. ”