Wang Mao's body trembled slightly, and his face turned pale.

Others don't know the details of Tang Yu, but he, Wang Mao, has found out Tang Yu clearly.

Tang Yu is from the Qin State, and now lives in the Zhou family, the Zhou family can be said to sneer at this Tang Gongzi, everyone said that he was idle, no talent to learn, and he came to the Zhou family to cheat and eat and drink.

Moreover, if Tang Yu is really talented and learned, how can he want to enter the Holy See School?

The entry of the children of the scholarly sect into the Holy See school not only tarnished the identity of the scholar, but also humiliated the lintel of the scholar.

Wang Mao only felt in a trance, and he didn't want to believe that it was true.

Changing a poem is harder than making a poem.

What's more, this song "Untitled" is already very exquisite, how can it be said that it can be changed?

However, Tang Yu only glanced at it a few times, and soon put the finishing touch to this "Untitled", which raised the style of the whole poem to a big level.

Such a talent is simply appalling.

On the high platform, the prefect Cao Qing and the student Meng Zhe have already gotten together.

Meng Zhe's expression was faintly excited, and he said: "Brother Cao, there is such a talented person in my Wuling, as a master of Xuetai, I don't even know, ashamed, ashamed!"

Cao Qing smiled slightly and said, "Brother Meng, it's not too late for you to know now." Looking at this son's words and deeds, he is not like Chu Feng, he should have just come to Wuling City. I've already asked someone to check, it's really amazing, and it's rare to find talent......"

Meng Zhe said: "No matter where the scholar comes from, since he has come to Wuling, he must be allowed to enter my guide middle school, such a scholar, you must not let it go!"

The two bigwigs whispered in the VIP seats.

But Tang Yu was in a daze at this time.

He felt as if he had made the same mistake.

That is, this poem may not really be copied, and there may not be Du Fu's poetry saint in the Sky Continent.

It's just that since it wasn't copied, who could make a poem exactly like Du Fu? There was only a difference of two words?

It seems that this poem is not from Wang Mao's hand, so who could it be? Could it be that among the people attending the poetry meeting today, there is a person named Du Fu?

He couldn't think much about it on this occasion.

Because he was already surrounded by people, these talents said a word, I said a word, but Tang Yu had nothing to say.

What can he say?

Especially to Xie Cong, Xie Cong said with a ashamed face: "Brother Tang Xian, you are so bitter to hide from me! I knew that you had such talents, how could I dare to get an axe in front of you, brother, I have neglected Brother Xian, accuse! Accuse! Or the eyes of the senior master are sharp, I am mortal with the naked eye, not as good as the senior master, in case......"

Seeing Xie Cong's appearance, Tang Yu really wanted to pull him aside and tell him seriously and sincerely that he really didn't have much talent to learn, let alone poetry.

But...... He was not allowed to do that on this occasion.

Even if he did that, would Xie Cong believe it? I guess he would have to think that he was pretending to be a criminal......

He can't say anything, he can only be stupid, stunned, in a daze, and pretend to be stupid......

Li Bo had already returned to the VIP seat, and he grinned and said: "Su Da talented girl, I am willing to lose the bet, I won this gamble again......"

Su Yuqiao bit his lip fiercely, and his eyes looked at the direction of Shixi.

Looking at Tang Yu's appearance, it is clear that he is still childish, and he is stupid in a daze, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a talented scholar.

But how......

After a long time, she snorted and said, "Li Zi'an, there are also propositional poems! I want to see what propositional poems he can make with 'Night Rain'?"

"Proposition poems? haha, such talented people still need to make proposition poems? Is it that Su Cai girl has a wonderful sentence and wants to compete with others and meet friends with poetry?" Li Bo said with a smile.

Su Yuqiao snorted coldly and said, "Meet friends with poetry, don't you dare to me?"

Su Yuqiao stood up suddenly, and at this moment, Master Meng spoke.

"Silence!"

"Wang Mao Gaoxue, are you convinced of Tang Yu's talent?"

Wang Mao's face was even paler, he lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, could he say unconvinced?

Even Li Bo jumped out and praised Tang Yu, that look is clearly convincing to Tang Yu, can he compare to Li Bo?

Just when he was embarrassed, Liu He stepped forward and said, "Tell the master, the time for a stick of incense has come, and Brother Tang's proposition poem has not yet been written!"

"Ah......h

The audience was amazed.

Everyone's eyes converged on Liu He's body.

Proposition poems?

Do people with such talents still use a book as simple as 'Night Rain' to write a propositional poem as simple as 'Night Rain'?

"Rude!" said the superintendent Tao Fuzi angrily.

These two words represent the attitude of almost all people.

This world is like this, everything is based on talent and learning, and everyone originally thought that Tang Yu was very rude.

But now everyone's attitude has reversed, and they think that Liu He is rude.

Who made the Tang Gongzi have amazing talents to learn? Everything is inferior, only if the reading is high, the ability to learn is the fundamental, and if there is talent to learn, it makes sense, this is the rule, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with this.

Xie Cong smiled and said, "What's the matter?" Brother Liu, could it be that Brother Liu occasionally got a wonderful sentence, and he wanted to fight with Brother Tang with the proposition of night rain?"

Liu He was stunned for a moment, and his face immediately turned red.

Where did he get any wonderful sentences, but he was not convinced.

After pondering for a long time, Liu Daodao: "Brother Xie is joking, Brother Tang is so talented, I am willing to bow down." It's just that today's poetry meeting, Brother Tang has not yet published a poem, let alone a poem. Isn't it a great pity that there are no poems of such great talents that will appear in March?

Besides, we also hope to further learn the essence of Brother Tang's poems, so I hope that Brother Tang will not refuse!"

Tang Yu's brows furrowed into pimples.

This Liu He is too insidious, and he clearly wants to hold on to himself, but he said it so high-soundingly.

What to do?

Xie Cong laughed, patted Tang Yu's arm lightly and said, "Brother Tang Xian, since Brother Liu is so sincere, why don't you compose a poem......?

Tang Yu grinned fiercely at Xie Cong, and his heart sank to the bottom.

What to do?

I have to write poetry today.

Poetry can't be made, plagiarism?

was forced to a dead end, and he had no choice but to copy it......

It's not easy to make this decision, Tang Yu is an honest man, how can he do such an immoral thing?

hesitated in his heart, but after all, he still walked to the front of the poetry seat.

Holding a brush in his hand, he gently wrote two words on the plain white rice paper: "Spring Dawn".

"Hmmm" "Whew"

All the scholars swarmed around, and the small poetry seat was full of people on the inner three floors and the outer three floors.

Even Li Bo rushed over from the VIP seat.

The poor pen and ink boy was young and thin, and he was almost squashed, but he couldn't leave his post without permission.

In this scene, Tang Yu couldn't afford to hesitate......

The first sentence: "Spring sleep does not ...... awareness"

"Ah......h

The second sentence: "Everywhere I hear the birds......"

After only writing ten words, Tang Yu felt that his arm was sore, and the brush was really not easy to use, and he was not proficient in using it.

"Brother Tang, the next sentence ......"

"Yes, yes, this is a five-character poem...... Next up is ......"

Tang Yu didn't have time to rub his arms, the key was that the countless pairs of eager eyes around him made him feel too guilty......

The third sentence: "The sound of wind and rain in the night." ”

The fourth sentence is very slow, and Tang Yu writes it with great difficulty: "How much do you know about the flowers......"

It's over, it's finally over, and your arms are sore......

The clear voice of the dedicated pen and ink boy sounded: "Shizi Tang Yu wrote the poem "Spring Dawn", spring sleep is not aware, birds are heard everywhere, the sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how many ......"

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