Su Chen looked at this poem on the paper, it was really unbelievable, the conscience of heaven and earth, what he originally thought of was a seven-word quatrain, but he didn't think that it became this poem after he put it into writing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He raised his head again and set his eyes on Guo Wen, but this time, Guo Wen didn't look at him again, but drank by himself, looking so chic.

"It's weird, what the hell is going on?"

Su Wei saw that everyone handed over the poems, and he also read a few poems, although he couldn't say whether they were good or bad, but he also read them catchily, and when he turned around, he looked at Su Chen again, but saw that he was stunned in place, at a loss, and instantly felt a little worried.

He stretched his head over and looked at the paper, and when he looked at it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his two eyes stared at the boss, but he couldn't move them away.

Gao Shun also noticed Su Chen's strangeness, and when he saw Su Yu sticking his head over, he also slowly turned his head and looked at the paper, it didn't matter what he saw, he was also completely attracted by the words on the paper, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

So, a strange scene appeared in the huge banquet hall in an instant, only to see Su Chen holding a pen in a daze, Su Wei and Gao Shun on both sides were concentrated, staring at the yellowed Cai Hou paper without moving, such a strange scene was quickly seen by people with a heart.

"What are these three doing?"

At this moment, I'm afraid everyone is thinking like this, but no one asked, so the originally noisy hall slowly became quiet as more and more eyes turned to Su Chen.

Cui Hao was originally enjoying everyone's praise and praise, but at this time, seeing that the hall gradually returned to quiet, he didn't know why for a while, and he followed everyone's gaze and noticed Su Chen's strangeness.

Everyone remained reserved, but Li Su was impatient, he straightened up, walked directly to Su Chen's location, stared at the Cai Hou paper on the table, and instantly took a breath, his eyes were also attracted.

There was the first person who ate the crab, followed by the second and third, so people walked towards Su Chen's position one after another, and slowly surrounded the three of them.

Wang Zhi saw everyone's strange movements, and his heart was confused, but as a taishou, he had to care about etiquette, so he had to ask out loud: "What's wrong with you?" Why did he stop at Su Sima's side, could it be that Su Xian's nephew did something amazing? ”

"Hahahaha!" Hearing this, everyone sitting peacefully on Wang Zhi's right hand couldn't help laughing, as we all know, Su Sima's son is a well-known waste material, and today everyone has moved to the side, thinking about what absurd poems they have made, laughing and generous.

Everyone laughed, and then listened to Cui Hao answered: "Wang Yuanjun, Cai everyone Mingjian, Su Sima's son Su Chen began to build the foundation at the age of six, and built the foundation nine times, after all, he failed to embark on the road of martial arts. ”

"Oh?" Cai Yong stroked his beard when he heard this, and also shifted his gaze, only to see that Su Chen and the three of them, who could still catch a glimpse of a small slit, had been firmly surrounded at this moment, and the water could not be penetrated, and no ray of light could penetrate it.

Of the 200 guests present, there were no less than 50 people who stopped to watch, and so many people gathered together, but they were silent, which was really curious.

At this moment, seeing a few lines of poetry written by Su Chen on the paper, he shook his head when he read it, and he only felt that he was still unfinished, nodding his head in praise for a while, and shaking his head again for a while.

This scene of spectacle made Cai Yong's heart like a cat scratching, he had the heart to see what was going on, but he couldn't pull down the skin like everyone in the audience and go to see a child's playful work, if this was the case, then he would really lose his face to his grandmother's house.

But the more this happened, the more curious he became, and he didn't know what was written in this rumored "waste material", how did it cause everyone to shake their heads for a while, and nod their heads for a while, but no one spoke?

Cui Hao was laughing at Su Chen, the waste material of Wuyuan County, with Wang Xiu, but seeing that there were few responders, and the crowd of onlookers was increasing, he felt a little strange in his heart, could it be that this Su Chen really wrote something heirlooms?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

As soon as this idea arose, it was suppressed by him, who doesn't know that Su Chenwen can't be a martial artist, let alone Su Chen, just say that his father Su Yu is just a martial artist who only knows how to dance knives and guns, if you want to say that the Su family can produce any great writers, it is to kill him and he doesn't believe it.

Perhaps sensing his uneasiness, Wang Xiu put his hand on his shoulder and comforted him softly: "Cui Lang doesn't need to be suspicious, I don't think that Su Chen is very literate, if he really has the ability, why did he not reveal it until today?" ”

"yes!" Cui Hao was really relieved when he heard this, and echoed: "Jie'an is right, this Su Chen has failed to build the foundation nine times, if he has the potential to learn literature, I am afraid that he would have already embarked on this path, although learning literature is not as good as military generals and literary cultivation, but in the end it is also the promotion path second only to these two, if Su Chen has this potential, Su Chen, the old horseman, has no reason to delay his son's future in vain." ”

But isn't it, in this Han Dynasty, if you want to become a master and become a member of the ruling class, there are only three ways, either to build a foundation to learn martial arts, to step into martial arts, to become a martial artist in the future, to enter the imperial court military attaché, to shepherd one side, to worship the marquis, to retire to be a hero, to form an association to protect yourself, and to benefit Sangzi.

The second is to be born in a family or worship the gate of the great faction, learn the method of practicing qi, become a literary cultivator, practice magic, and wait for the spiritual power to be successful, the soul is condensed, you can never forget, export into recitation, draw inferences from one another, and greatly increase your spiritual wisdom, whether it is to continue to pursue the ethereal fairy road, or to enter the court as an official, the future is unlimited.

In the end, there are poor scholars who are not literate, and have no way, these people have to read and write honestly, learn a belly of strategy, or be a talker, boast of being a famous man, or sell the emperor's family, or can also glorify the family.

So in Cui Hao's opinion, if Su Chen could really learn literature, then he would have embarked on this road a long time ago, although it is not easy to worship a famous teacher, but the heritage of the Su family is very easy to do, since Su Chen did not embark on this road, it naturally proves that he is not this material at all, so how can he write amazing poems now?

Cui Hao didn't believe it, Wang Xiu didn't believe it, and the guests who didn't go to watch didn't believe it, but the only person with a different expression was none other than Guo Wen.

Unlike others, Guo Wen has been pouring himself drinks since he sat down, as if he had expected everyone's strange movements, and he didn't care at all.

Only occasionally, he would look at Su Chen from time to time with a weird smile on his face.

Wang Zhi saw that the onlookers didn't talk to him, and his old face was a little unbearable, so he had to pretend to cough twice, and asked in a loud voice: "Ahem, everyone, everyone!" What have you discovered, why don't you let this gentleman see it? ”

Wang Zhi wanted to cough twice to attract everyone's attention, but no one responded to him, which simply made him angry and red, if he didn't care about everyone here, I am afraid that he would immediately go crazy.

Cai Yan saw that the previous high-spirited Wang Yuanjun jumped up and down in a hurry, covered his face for no reason and smiled, and then perhaps felt unsightly, and quickly returned to his original state, no one saw it, and then he also showed a curious look to the onlookers.

Cui Hao couldn't sit still anymore, he felt that if he continued like this, no matter whether he won the first place tonight or not, he was afraid that the limelight would be robbed by Su Chen, a waste, so he couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart and walked over.

Walking to the edge of the crowd, he wanted to squeeze in, but he used all his strength, he didn't tear a bloody road, he had the intention to use force, but after thinking about it, he still gave up, after all, if he really squeezed in by force, then he would inevitably end up with a reputation of not knowing respect and humility and not being educated.

So after thinking about it again, he could only stop at the periphery in hatred, stretch his neck, and look inside like a giraffe.

Su Chen was also pulled back to reality by everyone's enthusiasm at this time, he looked at the crowd that was surrounded by water, and thought about how he could not help but write, and there was a suspicion in his heart, so he ignored the poems that had not yet been written, and put down his pen directly.

He put down his pen, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, Li Su was close to the water and the building was the first to get the moon, took the lead in snatching the Cai Hou paper on the table, and read aloud: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting......"

Yes, what Su Chen subconsciously wrote was Taizu's Qinyuan Spring, snow. If you want to talk about Yongxue's poems, as a later generation, the first thing that comes to mind is the majestic poem of Grandpa Tai.

"It must be a sunny day, look at the red makeup, it is extraordinarily enchanting!"

Reading this, Li Su only felt that he was still unfinished, but there was no more text on Cai Hou's paper.

Not only him, but the onlookers watched and listened, and they also felt unfinished, and they always felt as if something was missing, but they couldn't say what was missing.

Li Su's voice was full of anger, even Wang Zhi and Cai Yong at the top heard it, when he read the first sentence, Cai Yong didn't feel anything, and when he heard the second sentence "Look inside and outside the Great Wall", his eyes instantly lit up, and he listened attentively, for fear of missing a word.

Although Wang Zhi did not act as excited as Cai Yong, he was also attracted by this majestic poem, and shook his head when he heard it for a while, as if he had completely forgotten the embarrassing situation brought to him by the owner of the poem just now.

Cai Yan also heard these poems, she has an appreciation, as soon as the sentence "I want to compete with the heavens" ended, she was immediately attracted by the other party's pride, thinking about her current situation, don't you hope that there will be such a big hero, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, to save her from her family?

But in this poem, she read a heroic spirit, a heroic spirit that broke her heart, although she couldn't see Su Chen's appearance through the crowd of onlookers, but she couldn't help but think of the invariably staring at each other just now, and only felt that this person was the hero who could save her.

Unlike everyone else, when Cui Hao listened to the last sentence, if he was struck by lightning, he never thought that how could the well-known waste material of Wuyuan County write such a good poem?

He must not have written it, it must not be!

With this in his mind, his mood gradually calmed down, and at this time, his spirit flashed, and he suddenly thought:

"By the way, this poem always feels incomplete, I think it's this waste that I didn't remember it completely by chance, I just said, a waste, how can he write such a good poem, this must be his shit luck, I don't know where I heard someone else make such a poem, so I took it out and offered treasure."

"Well, it must be so, hum, waste, this time see how I expose your lies, so that you will be discredited and accused of plagiarism!"