"Why bother, Brother Tuoba, if you don't believe it, you will read these two words ten times in a row, and then you will understand why I respect you so much...... Lin Zifan smiled faintly.

"Remember, read continuously, and quickly, without pauses!"

Lin Zifan smiled brightly, but Tuoba was a little embarrassed, can he really read it? Otherwise, wouldn't he even mean that he didn't even know what was good about the poems he wrote?

But if you don't read it with your mouth, you can still read it in your heart......

"Wo Chun Wo Chun Wo Chun ......" Tuoba thought silently in his heart, and began to read quickly silently: "Wo Chun Wo Chun Wo Chun Wo Chun I am stupid I am stupid ......"

Tuoba: "???"

I haven't finished reading it ten times, he has come back to his senses, his expression is extremely exciting, God is so special, God is stupid!

In fact, it's not just Tuoba, other people, such as 'Brother Wang', 'Brother Luo', and even envoys from various countries and hundreds of civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty are meditating.

After all, everyone is paying attention to this place now, and Lin Zifan has even used it through the ages, so everyone is naturally very curious.

Read it out clearly, everyone can't afford to lose that person, but it's still okay to read silently!

As a result, as I read and read, I found problems all of them, and their faces were particularly exciting......

"Good poetry, it is indeed a good poem, it can really be called unique through the ages just by virtue of this name!"

What the hell, throughout the ages, who would take such a name, Wo Chun? Just say that you are stupid! You cultural people, you really know how to play......

"It's so wet, it's so wet, it's the only one who can afford it, whoever dares to oppose it, I'm in a hurry!" General Huo also ran out to join in the fun, and the laughter was so heartfelt.

Tuoba: "......"

His face is green, and his expression changes one after another, just like the Sichuan opera changing his face, it is very exciting, if he performs the face change, I am afraid that the Sichuan opera master will be greatly threatened!

"It's just a name, if you know the content of this poem, you will be even more shocked, and know what is a good poem through the ages!"

Lin Zifan smiled and continued: "Let's not talk about the fact that it's summer, why do you want to write about Wochun, but from the content of the poem, ......"

This first sentence ...... Well, let's let Brother Tuoba say it himself. ”

Tuoba looked ugly, although he didn't know what was wrong with his poems, but when he saw Lin Zifan's performance, he felt ready!

But in front of everyone's eyes, you can't admit it, right? As a scholar, you still have to have this bit of arrogance and self-esteem!

What's more, he is very confident in his poems, although he is not as good as famous artists, nor as good as some famous female poets who are world-shattering, but among men, he is definitely the best seat.

Yes, Tuoba snorted coldly and chanted: "Dark plum smells of flowers, lying on the branches......"

"Wait, you're reading too fast. Lin Zifan interrupted it: "Let's say the first sentence first, yes, the first sentence, don't read it too fast, read it a few more times, so that everyone can hear it clearly, so that I can explain what is so good about this poem......

Tuoba was vigilant in his heart, and always felt that there was a pit, but where was the pit?

In this case, he can only read his heart horizontally!

"Dark Plum Whisper Flower ......"

Lin Zifan: "Come again, come a few more times!"

Tuoba: "......"

"Dark plum smelling flowers, dark plum smelling flowers, dark plum smelling flowers, I don't smell flowers, I don't have ...... Wen...... ???"

Tuoba was stunned, what the hell, I'm Nima, this is what I wrote?

He suddenly began to doubt life, is this really a poem written by himself? Looking at it again, the dark plum ghost flower is still the dark plum ghost flower, but how do you feel that you don't know it anymore?

He looked up and found that almost everyone present was holding back their laughter, the envoys of various countries and the sons and brothers were fine, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, they could only hold back, and it didn't look so obvious.

But on the Tang side, many officials were laughing, and even many palace maids couldn't help laughing......

Tuoba's face turned red instantly, almost dripping blood, shameful, it's just a shame, it's so embarrassing!

Even Brother Wang, Brother Luo and a few other 'cultural people' who had been friends with Tuoba before quietly took a few steps back, moved away from Tuoba a little, and pretended not to know him.

I really can't afford to lose that person!

Next comes the second sentence, the ...... Brother Tuoba, continue to read, as before, how many times?"

Tuoba was so angry that he trembled all over, embarrassed to death, and wanted to find a hole to get into, but in full view of everyone, he could only bite the bullet and speak.

"Lying on the branch hates the bottom, lying on the branch hates the bottom, my IQ ...... Very low???!!!"

With the previous 'experience', Tuoba quickly reacted this time, but because of this, he was depressed, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out from his chest!

And everyone also had previous experience, so they could quickly understand the homonym of this sentence, and everyone's smiles were even brighter, and even the envoys and sons of various countries couldn't hold back.

Nima, it's just enough to say that you have no culture, why is it better for you to say that you have a low IQ? Is this to echo the name of the poem?

"Ah, good poetry, good poetry, good poetry!" Lin Zifan said with a shocked expression: "Brother Tuoba, what about the back?

Behind Lin Zifan, Zhou Xiaoyan's shoulders trembled, almost laughing, and her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.

It's too bad, Lord Lin is simply too bad, hahaha......

Tuoba's face is as black as the bottom of a pot, he doesn't believe that every sentence of his poems will be like this, don't you see Lin Zifan haven't let himself read a sentence a few times?

Yes, he said in a calm voice: "I hear that I am lying like water in the distance, and it is easy to penetrate the spring green." The shore is like green, the shore is like green, and the shore is like green. ”

He paused word by word, unconsciously experiencing it word by word, but the more he read it, the more ugly his face became.

"Ask...... I am...... Who's a big stupid donkey???I'm a donkey, I'm a stupid donkey, I'm a stupid donkey......"

Tuoba: "????"

Mom sells batches, is this the hell? Why is this still like this?

Play with chickens!

The mouthful of old blood on Tuoba's chest couldn't hold back anymore, and it spurted out suddenly, and the kind that didn't stop when it was sprayed, everyone who watched it was stunned!

But no matter who you are, you are still immersed in the 'good poem' that is enough to make people astonished and can be called unique!

All of them looked confused, then they held back their laughter, and then they couldn't help it, and they laughed!

When Tuoba heard this loud laughter, he couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly fainted, and went into shock!

He also thought that the last few sentences were fine, so Lin Zifan didn't let himself read each sentence a few more times.

Who knows, under the guidance of Lin Zifan, he and everyone are 'familiar' with this homophonic interpretation, and naturally they unconsciously begin to associate it......