And the patriarch of the Ju clan was also resentful in his heart, he finally said a few words to the prince, and climbed the relationship, but he was interrupted by this kid!

However, the patriarch of the Ju clan also knew that this poem was important, so he followed Prince Long and said: "If the prince likes it, I will send someone to send it later, this is the height of autumn, it is a good time to drink chrysanthemum tea." ”

The Dragon Prince also nodded reservedly.

"Then there is the patriarch of Lao Ju, without further ado, please ask the patriarch of the Ju clan to come up with the question. ”

Ye Qiu also urged on the side: "Old fart...... Ahem...... Bah...... Chrysanthemum, hurry up, I haven't eaten yet, I'm going to eat after the poem!"

The patriarch of the Ju clan glanced at Ye Qiu, did not pay attention to Ye Qiu, almost completely ignored it, and then turned his head to look at Liu Qianqiu flatteringly, and said respectfully: "I have seen Mr. Liu." ”

Liu Qianqiu looked proud, nodded lightly, and said "um", acting more cold than Prince Long.

However, the patriarch of this chrysanthemum was not impressed at all, and still flattered: "Everyone in the world knows that this Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum is collectively called the "Four Gentlemen", but this Mei clan because of Mr. Lu's song "Yongmei" made the Mei clan jump to the third-class spirit clan, so that my other three clans are envious, recently the old decay has a monstrous luck, can see Mr. Liu, the villain is to give up the skin, please Mr. Liu for my chrysanthemum also give a poem, what do you think?"

When the patriarch of the Ju clan said this, the audience was in an uproar.

"This chrysanthemum patriarch is so cunning!"

"I didn't think of that!"

"A writer at this level can already be called a creative power, if he makes a great poem, then there is no doubt that the Ju clan will also come out!"

Everyone is emotional, this chrysanthemum patriarch's abacus jingled, thinking that at the beginning, Lu Changqing's "Yongmei" directly allowed the Mei clan to ascend to the sky in one step, and the spirit clan that never entered the stream directly became a third-rate spirit clan, which made all the clans envious.

But if you want a great writer of this level to write poetry, such an unpopular force can't do it at all, and it's not easy for a great writer to write Taoist poems, so this is undoubtedly an unavoidable opportunity.

But today's opportunity was seized by this chrysanthemum patriarch!

"Alas...... I didn't think of that!"

"If you know that you can still do this, I said that I would grab this brush just now!"

"My bowels are green when I regret it!"

Liu Qianqiu also seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then smiled freely and said: "Patriarch Ju, you are giving me a problem, Brother Lu's "Yongmei" is a rare masterpiece, it can be called a century-old classic, and if you go further, it can be passed on." ”

Lu Changqing himself was present, and when he heard Liu Qianqiu's words, he quipped reservedly: "Brother Liu, don't laugh at me, Brother Liu's talent, I can't hope for it, everyone is begging to come to the door, you don't have to be modest, I just hope that Brother Liu's subordinates will be merciful, save me some face, and don't do too well." ”

Patriarch Ju also smiled on the side and echoed: "Yes, Mr. Liu just promised me!"

Prince Long also smiled and said: "Mr. Liu, don't be modest, Patriarch Ju is the one who wrote the question this time, what question is made by others, you will compare what topic, if you accidentally surpass Mr. Lu and create a poem that has been handed down to the world, Mr. Lu will not be jealous of you." ”

Lu Changqing was teased by Prince Long and smiled bitterly: "Am I so careful?"

The surrounding guests also began to coax.

"Heirloom poems!"

"Heirloom poems!"

"Heirloom poems!"

Liu Qianqiu was comforted by a kind of sycophant around her, and her face was also irrepressibly proud, and she had to pretend to be reserved: "Alas...... Since that's the case, then I can't help it, I can't talk about the heirloom poetry, I'll do my best. ”

Everyone's eyes were almost focused on Liu Qianqiu's body, but Ye Qiu, another poet fighter, had been ignored.

Long Yingying said solemnly to Ye Qiu: "You give up the game, I originally thought it was just a simple game, Dou Shi didn't expect my eldest brother to be so well prepared, this chrysanthemum patriarch must have been arranged by my eldest brother in advance, this Liu Qianqiu itself is extremely good at autumn poems, this chrysanthemum is a typical representative of autumn, autumn poems are full of murderous atmosphere, if Liu Qianqiu makes a hand-me-down poem, you fight with him, you will inevitably be injured by his Taoist poems, the light will hurt the muscles and bones, and the heavy will not protect your life!"

Ye Qiu was puzzled: "What is the difference between this heirloom poem and ordinary poems?"

Long Yingying was helpless for a while, how ignorant this kid must be, he didn't even know what the heirloom poem was, but seeing Ye Qiu's curious gaze, in order to let Ye Qiu know the seriousness of this matter, he patiently explained: "The heirloom poems are because they fit the cardinal of the Great Dao, confirm the Great Dao, and are recognized by the world, so they have the ability to pass on the world, the so-called hundred years are classics, five hundred years can be called handed down, and there are thousands of poems in the past, but throughout the history of the Taoist realm, there are very few poems that have been handed down through the ages...... It's useless to tell you so much, in short, you just need to quit the game, there is no need to lose your life because of this!"

It's good that Ye Qiu didn't listen, it must be that Long Yingying's explanation is even more powerful, but I didn't expect that the poems in my body are even more awesome than I thought.

Just ask these 300 Tang poems, which one has not been handed down for more than 1,000 years?

Ye Qiu flicked his fingers and said with an indifferent smile: "The literati stand by their bones, An Neng retreats because of danger, and he is just a little white ding, I can kill him under the horse with a single poem!"

Long Yingying was immediately stupid, looking at Ye Qiu in disbelief, I've seen someone who can brag, but I've never seen someone who can brag so much, if you don't blow it, will you die?

And at this time, the Dragon Prince had already said loudly: "Okay, now that the topic has been decided, with the theme of "Chrysanthemum", each of them will make a poem, and the referee will be the prince and all the judges, and the two sides can have any objections? If not, you can start composing poems now!"

Liu Qianqiu shook his head and said, "I have no objection." ”

Immediately afterwards, Liu Qianqiu was a package of cheongsam, and walked towards the white jade case in a chic manner, with the wind in the robe, not magnificent, it was really a generation of literary heroes, which attracted applause.

"Good!"

Ye Qiu was lazy and lazy, he didn't seem to care about this competition at all, walked to the white jade case, stretched his waist, yawned, and then slowly began to grind.

"Crunch, squeak......"

The best spirit ink, the treasure inkstone was grinding by Ye Qiu, and everyone who listened to it frowned and was disdainful, people who couldn't even grind could still compose poems?

And Liu Qianqiu also looked disdainful, but when he picked up the pen, he also straightened his attitude, after all, it is not easy to write a poem called a classic, even the talent of his generation of poets.

Time passed minute by minute, Liu Qianqiu was shocked, his eyes were bright, and the momentum was spontaneous.

Everyone's spirits were lifted and their eyes widened.

(End of chapter)