There is a contrast.

It hurts.

After Qin Chen came to power, Zhou Feng deeply felt the damage caused by this contrast in appearance, although he was still very calm on the surface, but in the bottom of his heart, he inexplicably felt that he had suffered a critical blow from His Royal Highness the prince......

Standing in the middle of the field with this prince of Zhenbei at this moment, Zhou Feng inexplicably felt the pressure, he had completely lost the aura that he was neither humble nor arrogant before.

Because at this moment, the eyes of everyone in the audience were focused on the prince of Zhenbei, and he felt that he was simply dispensable standing here, and at best he was just a foil.

Moreover, what is even more annoying is that at this moment, many beautiful women in their Zhou State delegation are also staring at the prince of Zhenbei like a nymphomaniac, which ...... It made this dignified prince of the Great Zhou feel a little hurt, not only was he hurt by the people who came to Chu here, but now he had to suffer a critical attack from his own people......

At this time, he could only hear the prince of Zhenbei standing opposite him speak, and said, "Prince Zhou, you are a guest from afar, please invite it first." ”

Hearing the words of the prince of Zhenbei, the eyes of the people in the entire Zhaoyue Square turned their eyes to Zhou Feng again.

Zhou Feng balanced a little in his heart, and then he felt that it was time for him to show his hand, he came forward to slap the face of this prince of Zhenbei, and naturally it was impossible to let this guy be in the limelight.

Zhou Feng said, "Wait a moment." ”

Under the gaze of the audience, Zhou Feng paced slowly in the field, with a bit of thought between his eyebrows, and was already preparing for the next literary exam, improvised poems, with the moon as the theme......

Qin Chen stood quietly in place, his face was calm, his breath was calm, and he looked at the prince of Zhou who was pacing around quite leisurely.

After a while, Zhou Feng stopped, his slightly frowning brows were also stretched, a smile appeared on his face, he looked at Empress Qin on the high platform, and said, "Empress Qiyu, I have already thought about it." ”

Empress Qin smiled and said: "Prince Zhou is really quick-witted, since you have already thought about it, show your poems in public, whether it is good or not, the guests in the venue have their own opinions." ”

Zhou Feng nodded, his mind moved, and then the boundary force in his body converged on his right hand, he used his hand as a pen, and used the boundary force as ink, and began to write in the void in front of him, and condensed into words with the boundary force, such an illusory font can remain in the void for a period of time, and it has its own aura, this way of writing and displaying is undoubtedly very suitable for such a moon.

Zhou Feng made a pen by hand and wrote quickly in the same place.

After a moment, Zhou Feng stopped.

Above the void in front of Zhou Feng.

Four lines of sparkling spiritual verse.

has quietly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Zhou Feng faced the Empress Qin on the high platform, standing next to the poem, with a smile on his face, but there was a touch of pride between his eyebrows, thinking that he was very confident in his impromptu poetry.

Zhou Feng said with a smile: "The poem is here, please enjoy it for Your Majesty, Niangniang, and everyone here." ”

At this moment, everyone's eyes were also staring at Zhou Feng's four-line poem.

The poem in the void, four lines, a total of twenty-eight characters, reads:

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Once the wind and the moon are eternal,

Chu Ge's voice met with jade.

Dancing under the moon,

Xianyin peerless entered the Chu Palace.

———————

The people in the audience are looking up and down, and they are nodding secretly while reading, which is indeed brilliant.

Seeing the appearance of everyone, Zhou Feng's face was also faintly a little more proud, feeling the admiring eyes cast around him, he also felt high-spirited, and the frustration under the appearance of the prince of Zhenbei was suddenly gone.

At this moment, he is the focus of attention.

Good looks, useful?

Zhou Feng glanced at the prince of Zhenbei who was not far away, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he was already a little impatient to see His Royal Highness the prince embarrassed, with high appearance, he couldn't be eaten, and strength was the capital to win the respect of others.

Zhou Feng turned to look at Qin Chen and said with a smile: "It's ugly, son, it's your turn." ”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes looked at Qin Chen again.

At this moment, the faces of all the people of Chu State present were a little unnatural, and they were very panicked......

"It's over......"

As soon as this poem by the prince of Zhou came out, many people of Chu no longer had hope for this gentleman, and in such a short period of time, if he wanted to make better poems than the prince of Zhou, this gentleman would definitely not be able to.

At this moment, they only hope that this little ancestor of the world will not lose too badly, and at least make a decent poem, alas......

"Stinky boy, you can fight for your father, in front of His Majesty, the queen, in front of all the nobles of Chu State, if you are slapped in the face by the people of Zhou, then this time it is really a shame to be thrown to grandma's house......" King Zhenbei also became nervous, the wine in his hand did not drink it for a long time, and his eyes kept staring nervously at his "honest" son.

Dean Nangong beside King Zhenbei didn't worry too much, he felt that since this kid dared to go out, he should still have some confidence, after all, being able to write that tragic border poem, at least it shows that this kid still has some talent, of course, talent is such an ethereal thing, no one can say, although she is not too worried, but she is also not at ease......

On the high platform, Queen Qin was naturally a little nervous in her heart, she stared at her precious nephew, her eyes flashed with worry, and she didn't have any confidence in her heart, this little guy was really a little uneasy.

She unconsciously glanced at the King of Chu sitting beside her, and the King of Chu looked at Qin Chen with a smile while drinking wine, as if he was interested, but he couldn't see any worry on His Majesty.

Empress Qin smiled bitterly in her heart, how could she feel that Her Majesty was quite confident in her nephew.

However, it is useless to worry at this moment, it still depends on Qin Chen's performance.

It's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and walk it.

Zhou Feng continued to smile and said: "Shizi, don't worry, just think about it slowly, there is time." ”

Qin Chen ignored the great prince of the Zhou Kingdom, he just walked to the latter's side, and then frowned and looked at the four-line poem suspended in the void.

After a long while, Qin Chen retracted his gaze and said in a rather puzzled tone: "This is also called poetry?"

In the end, Qin Chen commented: "Send you four words, short and weak!"

"Uh... This?"

Hearing Qin Chen's words, everyone in the audience was stunned, and they didn't react for a while, this poem... Short and weak?

Our little ancestor is not small.

However, hearing Qin Chen's words, it made the people of the Chu Kingdom feel a glimmer of hope and expectation inexplicably ignited in their hearts, could it be that this guy has come up with something great?

They don't have to guess anything.

After finishing speaking, Qin Chen took off the shadow room that he wore on his waist, and he used the boundary power to the tip of the invisible sword, and then used the sword as a pen and began to quickly swing in the void.

Qin Chen said that Zhou Feng was short and weak.

Then what he wants to write is naturally long and powerful.

Qin Chen held the Chengying Sword, the Chengying Sword Body under the moonlight was reflected on the ground, the sword body flashed, Qin Chen seemed to be dancing the sword, but in the dancing sword, it also showed the literati temperament of splashing ink.

In this sword-wielding poem, everyone present has a wonderful feeling, as if the free and easy of chivalry and the elegance of the literati have actually been perfectly matched in this prince, both civil and military, this is naturally the most respected way of cultivation in the cultivation world of the Shenzhou Continent, because the further the practice, it is the understanding of oneself, the perception of all creatures in heaven and earth...... All of these require a heart that is as good at perceiving as a literati, perceiving heaven and earth, and attaining spiritual detachment, so that the spirit is in harmony with the avenue of heaven and earth......

The Tao is in nature, between heaven and earth.

Only a heart that is good at understanding can touch the true Tao.

Therefore, on the Shenzhou Continent, the cultivation achievements of the reckless man are limited after all, and the real world-beating powerhouse must have great wisdom.

The path of cultivation in the Shenzhou Continent is like "reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles", walking with the principles in the book, and understanding on the way, this kind of cultivation will definitely be more effective than blindly moving forward with a reckless man.

Therefore, seeing Qin Chen dancing swords and poems at this moment, everyone had that wonderful feeling, in Qin Chen, they saw the most suitable path of cultivation, both civil and military, but this is exactly what many people can't do......

Qin Chen was dancing his sword under the moon, his white clothes were out of the dust, and the invisible sword was waving, but he was writing smart words, and in the void, lines of poems and texts were constantly flashing and condensed.

The figure of the sword waving poems in the field, like a chic and elegant sword fairy, has a transcendent temperament, and no longer belongs to the world, so that many beautiful girls in the field are a little nymphomaniac, compared to Zhou Feng's short and powerless, they naturally prefer His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, which is long and powerful, so handsome, how can it be so chic......

Looking at the prince of Zhenbei who was in the limelight, Zhou Feng snorted coldly in his heart, bells and whistles, useful? He wanted to see what this guy could write.

At this moment, everyone is also looking forward to Qin Chen's poems, is it brilliant or embroidered pillows?

A moment later, under all the watchful eye.

Qin Chen collected his sword.

The poem has been written.

Lines of shimmering words appeared in the void, and the light of the words and the moonlight reflected each other.

Everyone stared intently at the poems suspended in front of Qin Chen.

I saw the full text as follows:

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When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

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Under the moonlight, a line of poetry shines under the moon.

After reading this line of words.

The people of the entire Zhaoyue Square.

All of them were shocked, even shocked!

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

"It's rare in the world! It's definitely the best word I've ever seen!"

Moments later, the audience was in an uproar.

It simply caused a sensation, and many people stood up and rushed to see it, as if they had seen a peerless treasure.

At this moment, when they think about Zhou Feng's poems again, they are too lazy to read them with their eyes, can this be compared?

It's a world of difference!

It's really as commented by His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, short and powerless!

As soon as the word Shizi came out, Zhou Feng's poem, that is, scum, is not comparable at all!

At this time, even the King of Chu, who had been drinking quietly on the high platform, couldn't help but applaud.

"Wonderful! This word should only be in heaven!"