The painting concubine over there pursed her lips disdainfully, if she hadn't heard Chennan's poems, she would also think that Xing Zhiduo's poems were very good, but since listening to Chennan's poems, Xing Zhiduo's poems were not hairy in her eyes, she also quietly glanced at Chennan, and said in her heart You also make a song, so be ashamed of him.

"Hehe!" Chen Nan smiled bitterly, and said in his heart, Concubine, what would you think if you knew that the poem was borrowed by me?

After Xing Zhiduo finished reciting, he came to Chen Nan and pretended to be respectful: "Mr. Chen, Zhiduo is not talented, he has already composed a poem, you can also come to help everyone with wine, I am looking forward to it." ”

Although he pretended to be humble, everyone heard his ridicule and disdain, indeed, as a famous person in the capital, he had such qualifications, everyone looked at Chen Nan with a smile, and was already waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

"Hehe, then I'll have a song?" Chen Nan smiled, that funny expression made all the princes and princesses laugh, and a petite princess also pointed at Chen Nan, "This person is so funny!"

"Hehe, am you teasing?"

The little princess glanced at him, and said in her heart that you can play it, and see how you cry in a while.

"Come on, we're all looking forward to Sir's masterpiece, let me wait and see what you do. The seventeenth prince over there also agreed, but the expression on his face was gloating, and his words caused people to laugh again.

"Then I'll reluctantly come up with a song. Chen Nan pretended to stand up, walked two steps to the edge of the field, and when he looked at the mountains, there was a sense of indifference and detachment overflowing from him, and it was like two people who were witty and uninhibited just now.

The proud momentum attracted the eyes of the princess and the ladies to light up, this person has such a big aura, there is a momentum that looks down on the world, is this still the handyman? Many people suspect that they have seen it wrong.

Chen Nan overlooked the mountains, the sea of clouds on the stream, looked at the rivers, and groaned: "How is Dai Zongfu? Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

After the recitation, Chen Nan still stood with his hands down, standing still, and had a spirit of contempt, in fact, he wanted to change the last sentence to a glance at the wives and children, and he was moved to see the emperor's concubine like a cloud, but if he changed such a masterpiece, he would inevitably lose his respect for the ancients, so he would give up.

The scene was silent, and after a while, there was a thunderous applause, and even those who looked down on him applauded, "Good, good poetry, magnificent and catchy" The shouts are endless, especially the sentence will be the top of the mountain, at a glance how heroic the mountains are, and the beauty of the artistic conception is simply amazing.

"Okay, good poetry, wonderful sentences, especially the feeling of frustration is simply wonderful. The emperor rubbed his hands excitedly, and he didn't know how to praise it for a while, even the queen nodded again and again, in front of the real masterpiece, you can't help but be impressed, even people who don't understand poetry can feel the rhythm of this poem.

Those princesses and ladies looked at Chen Nan with different eyes, and many concubines had little stars in their eyes, and as for Hua'e looking at Chen Nan's back, they were already obsessed.

The sneering smile on Xing Zhiduo's face had already froze on his face, he was a celebrity, how could he not hear that this was a wonderful work? Whether it was charm or momentum, it far surpassed his poem, this poem had already resonated with everyone, and it was meaningless to argue about winning or losing in this situation.

The poem is hazy and beautiful, as for the Qilu in the poem, who will pursue it? Just listen to it, even the little princess's eyes looking at Chen Nan have changed slightly, obviously this man looks bohemian, she really didn't expect Chen Nan to have such literary brilliance.

Pretending to be enough, Chen Nan turned to look at Xing Zhiduo, the corners of his mouth hooked a curvature, and smiled faintly, "Mr. Xing, how are my two sentences better than your poems?"

Xingzhi Duo Tie blushed, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, as a celebrity, and the competition was proposed by him, he had no face.

The emperor smiled: "I think Xiyue's miscellaneous servants have won, what do you think?"

"Yes, of course, the handyman...... Oh no, it's Mr. Chen who won, it's obvious whose poetry is better, Mr. Chen's poetry is too beautiful, too bold. "All the princes and ministers, the queen mothers are almost in unison, and no one speaks for Xingzhi, if it is a little bit worse, maybe you can argue, how to fight for such a big gap, it can be said that a good work has resonated with everyone.

"Hehe!" Chen Nan sneered, and said in his heart that the poems of the poet saint do you think they are joking, and you can't play too simply.

"There is another one, this first one is a short poem for both of us, and this second one I want to compare with you for a long poem, and I don't believe that your luck will always be so good. Xing Zhiduo said unwillingly, a face had turned purple, and his self-righteous strengths had not even been cleaned up by a handyman, and this face was thrown to his grandmother's house.

He thought that Chennan was a fluke, maybe it would only be such a song, and hearsay might come to it, so he came to the long story, and said that I am full of economy, and if I don't believe it, I can't beat you, and you can be blinded by short poems, maybe a good sentence can be obtained occasionally, but it is impossible to win only by a flash of inspiration, and it is the real essence of the fight.

"Hehe!" Chen Nan smiled faintly, and said in his heart that you can't do short poems, but you can do long poems? Lao Tzu is familiar with three hundred poems, Song Ci is useless, the crowd is looking for him thousands of degrees, there is no reason to crush you, my poems are the best of the best, how do you compare?

Xing Zhiduo gritted his teeth and said, "I was the first just now, and this time you come first." ”

He has a good calculation in his heart, and he can choose works in a targeted manner according to Chen Nan's lyrics, after all, he has a lot of works in his life, as long as he is targeted, it is impossible to beat him as a miscellaneous servant.

"Then I'll come first!" Chen Nan also patted him on the shoulder in a serious way, "Mr. Xingzhiduo, you have to hold on this time, don't lose and cry will be boring." ”

"I'm crying?" Xing Zhiduo's lungs almost blew up, his face gloomy, holding back his strength to win him this time.

"Chant yours first, I'm going to win you this time. Xingzhi Duo said with a blushing face.

Chen Nan didn't pay attention to him anymore, although he belittled Xing Zhiduo just now, in fact, he still attached more importance to him in his heart, and after thinking about it, if he said words, of course it was Song words.

Filtered a few famous poems that he was familiar with, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Su's Nian Nujiao? Chibi nostalgia, this poem is known for its boldness, but it is suitable for his own recitation, it is him, and his heart said that I am one of the hundred miles, the best of the best, you are a person no matter how good you are, I don't believe that you can't beat you an old thing.