Half an hour later, with the last sentence read.

At this point, a top famous song has been cast!

Lin Yiqiu took a sip of wine, and said with a contemptuous expression: "Everyone, you can continue to write, as long as you can write better than my one, I will kneel down for you on the spot!" ”

This poem, in the previous life, can be described as a lonely piece that overwhelmed the whole Tang Dynasty!

With these guys in front of you, even if you give each of them ten heads, you can't think of anything better!

At this time, Jiang Yihan and the others' expressions were as constipated.

Compared to this poem, all the poems they had written before were reduced to dungholes!

One in the sky, one underground, can't be compared at all!

And some literati have even become obsessed with it, muttering in their mouths.

As for Shi Dongqing and Ma Qingming, they were even more wide-eyed, and their faces were as black as dripping ink!

"Childe, this poem is the best poem I've ever seen in my life! It was just perfect! ”

The maid did not hesitate to praise, after writing a poem, she did not feel tired at all, but was honored to be able to transcribe such a good poem.

And in the attic, the girl who was like smoke had already stood up, and her eyes looked at Lin Yiqiu, fascinated and admired!

This can indeed be called a peerless masterpiece!

"What's wrong? Can't think of a better one? ”

Lin Yiqiu took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I'll just say that your talent is not worth mentioning at all!" ”

"You guys also write poems, write a der!"

At this time, you have to ride your face to output, which is called refreshing!

Although the literati present were a little resentful in the face of this humiliation.

But under this Spring River Flower Moon Night, they still can't let out half a fart!

It wasn't until a long time later that Jiang Yihan said coldly: "Hehe, is this poem really written by you?" ”

"What do you mean?"

Lin Yiqiu glanced at him coldly.

Jiang Yihan thought he had found his flaw, and smiled even more ruthlessly.

"Such a poem, even if I have been in the country for so many years, no one has ever written it."

"You are a hairy boy, can you write such a peerless masterpiece? I think you're copying it at all! ”

"This poem could never have been written by you!"

He spoke with determination.

No matter what, he didn't want to believe that Lin Yiqiu could have this kind of talent.

And after his words, the other literati seemed to have found a way to turn the scene back.

So I started to coax each other!

"That's right, how could he have written such a poem?"

"Definitely plagiarism! Definitely from the book! ”

"Shameless! He even used other people's poems to pass off as his own! Bah! ”

“.....”

For a while, Lin Yiqiu became even more pointed.

Seeing this, the maid couldn't help but defend Lin Yiqiu: "Everyone, since you say it's plagiarism, there must be a source, right?" ”

"I've never heard of such a poem, has anyone written it before?"

The maid is also quite talented.

At least in her knowledge, this is indeed not the poetry of the ancients.

Lin Yiqiu did not plagiarize!

But Jiang Yihan naturally didn't believe it.

"Huh! Some ancient books are extremely difficult to find, and most people have never heard of them, so if he copied them, who would know? ”

"Unless..."

"Unless what?"

The maid asked.

Jiang Yihan smiled even more wantonly.

"Unless he can write another one, otherwise, this poem is definitely plagiarized by him!"

"That's right! There's a kind of writing another song! ”

Yan Beiyun next to him also echoed.

Soon, the voice aroused the approval of other people, and they all asked Lin Yiqiu to continue to write a poem of this level!

"Childe, this..."

The maid looked at Lin Yiqiu with some embarrassment.

Who knows, Lin Yiqiu's expression still hasn't changed, and then he said disdainfully: "Hehe, such a famous article, it's as simple as drinking water for me!" ”

"Since you want to hear it, well, I'll refresh your understanding again."

It seems that this group of literati must use the culture of 5,000 years in the hot summer to teach them a good lesson!

"Girl, I still tell you to write."

Lin Yiqiu raised his head and poured his wine.

The maid naturally did not shirk, picked up the pen, and waited quietly.

And the girl in the attic who was like smoke also stared at Lin Yiqiu intently.

Could it be that this guy can write more peerless masterpieces?

After a long time, I only listened to Lin Yiqiulang's recitation!

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky! Rush to the sea and never return! ”

“.....”

"Life must be happy! Don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon! ”

“.....”

Read it out sentence by sentence.

That momentum, like a surging river, is endless!

And as the last sentence fell, everyone's faces seemed to have been struck by lightning!

It's another famous article!

And it's a top hit!

It's just that the artistic conception is not the same as just now!

Lin Yiqiu looked at them extremely sluggish, and they looked like they had polio.

So he smiled and said, "Don't panic, I'm not done yet!" And also! ”

Saying that, Lin Yiqiu recited again!

And this time, it's a long narrative poem, Pipa Xing!

The tone is sometimes melodious and sometimes low, the maid's heart is surging, and the pen falls like a shock!

Until the sentence "The same is the end of the world, why should we have known each other!" ”

Her pen was completely infected by this verse.

And the girl who is like smoke is completely discolored!

Because of this poem, it's almost as if she's writing about her fate!

It's like documenting her past, her present, and her future!

After a long time, the two psalms were completed.

Lin Yiqiu continued to speak provocatively: "How is it?" Is this convincing? Write whatever you want, but anything beyond one of these three! ”

And this time, no one dared to speak anymore!

"I... I suddenly felt a little pain in my stomach, everyone, I'm going to take my leave! ”

Ma Qingming was the first to spit out, and then with a black face, he left the courtyard quickly.

Shi Dongqing naturally didn't dare to stay longer and left with him.

After a while, one after another, others made excuses and ran out of the courtyard.

I don't even have the face to stay any longer!

!

If it's a poem, then it can indeed be said that this guy has copied it!

But two, three!

Where did he copy? Who can copy it for him?

If these poems had survived in the world, how could it be that no one had known about them before?

This kind of poem, once it appears, should shake the past and the present!

At this moment, Jiang Yihan was also speechless with a stiff face.

These poems can basically put all his knowledge and face as a literati on the ground and trample on it!

And it's the kind of shit-like stomping!

"I remember I'll have something to do later... I'll just stay, ladies and gentlemen, and I'll take my leave! ”

When the words fell, he directly chose to slip away!

The speed of walking is called a fast, it feels like an eighth-level gale!

Yan Beiyun was also embarrassed in place, and after a long time, he fled in a daze.

So the originally lively poetry club, in the end, there were only a few people left, and they were still appreciating the masterpieces with their hearts!

"Humph! Fight with me, just say two words and crush you! ”

Lin Yiqiu didn't bother to care about the guys who left.

And the maid had already gotten up.