Zhang Jian then announced the rules for chanting.

As soon as Zhang Jian's words fell, someone stood up and immediately recited, "Last year, in this gate today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. This is Cui Hu's "Title City Nanzhuang" in the Tang Dynasty.

The first person to recite poetry naturally has self-knowledge and has no talent to learn. But to be able to read it in front of so many literati and many onlookers, his face also felt extraordinarily bright.

At this time, the literati on the stage had their brains flying, thinking about reciting the poems of the peach blossoms, and after determining how many poems they could come up with, they would naturally choose an appropriate time to stand up and recite them.

I have to say that these talents and lifters on the stage have some skills. They had indeed read a lot of poems, and soon more than two dozen people were reciting more than twenty poems.

Fan Jin felt a little lacking in poetry, so he also recited a poem "Peach Blossom" by Zhou Pu of the Tang Dynasty with his gray beard.

For example, the poems of Han Yu, Lu You, Yuan Zhen, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and other poets have already been recited. Fan Jin can recite the poems of Zhou Pu, a lesser-known person, which is actually very good.

By this time, there were not many poems left for people to choose from. Lu Xingchuan, Feng Mao, Wei Haogu, and Qiu Haolan all recited poems one after another.

They actually want to make a poem to recite by themselves, but the time is short, if they don't hurry up and recite the poems of the ancients, I'm afraid there will be no chance to express it, so in the end they have no choice but to recite some colder, rarer poems.

In the end, Che Lang also recited an ancient poem. Of course, Che Lang's ancient poem is absolutely refreshing to everyone, and it is something that everyone has never heard, including Zhou Zhi.

However, Che Lang is quite honest and confessed, this is a poem written by Cao Pi, but Che Lang has undergone slight changes.

Zhou Zhi has not made any moves.

Everyone has seen Zhou Zhi's pairs before, and Fan Jin thinks that he is very accomplished in couplets, but compared with Zhou Zhi, it is far from it. None of the people present just now came out with Wang Tingxiang's poems, and it wasn't Zhou Zhi who came out. This thoughtfulness is often a surprise. Fan Jin and others concluded that Zhou Zhi would definitely have a big move.

But now almost fifty poems have been recited, and the poems of the ancients chanting peach blossoms seem to be gone, and Zhou Zhi has not yet moved, is it possible that Zhou Zhi wants to compose poems himself? In that case, this week is even more powerful.

At this time, Zhou Zhi had been waiting for Liu Long and Wang Tingxiang. Although he was far away from Liu Long, Zhou Zhi's body was straight, but he could clearly see Liu Long. Liu Long was frowning and thinking, obviously Liu Long didn't want to recite the poems of the ancients, he wanted to make a poem himself.

Zhou Zhi and Liu Long had never talked about the bet with Fan Jin and others, but Zhou Zhi always thought about it in his heart. After all, it is related to the reputation of his mentor Liu Yu and Liu Daru. At this time, it is indeed necessary to observe how talented Liu Long is. In this way, you can make yourself aware of it.

At this time, the stage fell into silence, maybe Wang Tingxiang also felt that Liu Long was his real opponent, and he didn't pay much attention to the person who had just been able to get his verses.

In his opinion, maybe the person just now was lucky to come out with his poem, and the person who didn't even dare to stand up could have great skills.

Zhang Jian's gaze swept around the audience, and finally fell on Liu Long. Whether Liu Long recited the poem first, or Wang Tingxiang recited the poem first, this is a key. Whoever recites the poem first is tantamount to failure.

But if it goes on like this, it seems that Che Lang just now is the final winner. So Zhang Jian then stood up and said, "Since there is no one chanting poetry below, it is ......."

Before he finished his words, a crisp voice came out from the corner, saying, "Peach tree: The peach blossoms are stormy in February, and the peach blossoms are flowing down." There are still 3,000 trees in the remnant red, which is not as fresh as the first flower. ”

Everyone looked at the voice and saw a handsome boy shaking a folding fan in his hand, with a graceful demeanor and a happy face.

She is none other than Kou Peihan.

Kou Peihan has hardly read any books, and Dou Da can't read a basket of words, so she naturally can't improvise poems. However, she saw that today was a good opportunity to be in the limelight, and she couldn't help but beg Zhou Zhi to get a few poems out, and she came to have some fun.

Kou Peihan is a very smart woman, Zhou Zhi only said a few poems a few times, although she couldn't understand the meaning of the poem, but she remembered it firmly. She put her small mouth in Zhou Zhi's ear and said, "Zhou Zhi, today is this girl's special session, and this girl should also experience the fun of playing poetry!" Hum! What else can these self-proclaimed literati do? ”

Feeling Kou Peihan's exhalation, Zhou Zhi's heart was drunk in an instant.

It's okay to let this little girl be in the limelight, but she hides herself. This made Liu Long not know his depth.

The most important thing is that although Wang Tingxiang is a little arrogant, such a person must be befriended himself. At this time, if he suppressed Wang Tingxiang, it would really be difficult to see each other in the future.

"Good poetry! Really good poetry! I don't know what this son's surname is? Zhang Jian was the first to approve.

Although Zhang Jian really wanted Wang Tingxiang to win, he was a talent after all, and his ability to appreciate poetry was strong. In Zhang Jian's mind, Wang Tingxiang would never improvise such a good poem.

Wang Tingxiang was already stunned, he had originally thought of a poem and was going to recite it after Liu Long. But his poems are dwarfed by Kou Peihan's poems just now. At this time, it's not good to show your hand, so you have to bow down.

Liu Long was even more stunned, he was about the same as Wang Ting, and he also made a song, but he felt that he and Kou Peihan just came out, and he still lacked a lot of heat.

Kou Peihan put away the folding fan, arched his hand towards Zhang Jianyi, and said in her unusually crisp voice, "Kou Han, a nobody in Xiatang County!" ”

Kou Han? It's really a nobody, no one has heard of it. Everyone was embarrassed.

Kou Peihan unfolded the folding fan, shook it lightly a few times, and then continued, "Boye Liu Long over there, Mr. Junchuan from Lankao, do you have any poems now?" Otherwise, this limelight will be stolen by this nobody. There are a few more songs below, so let's just chant them together! ”

What the? How many more?

Liu Long and Wang Tingxiang were both stunned and very confused. If the two of them wanted to recite the poem they had improvised just now, now they no longer had the courage and were completely discouraged.

Yes, whoever can improvise a few poems at once, and the first one just now is really not bad, then the rest must be amazing.