"God, God, really God!"

The student surnamed Song stammered and said that he had never told anyone about his life experience, and that Dr. Chai was too godly!

Looking at the performance of the students surnamed Song, you can see that Chai Tiannuo is right, and Minglun Hall immediately became noisy.

Two more people asked Chai Tiannuo to divination, but there was no difference between half a point, and for a while, there was an endless stream of calls for Chai Daxian to tell fortunes, but they were all rejected by him.

"This is Minglun Hall, not a street fortune-telling stall, do you understand it?"

A thunderous voice sounded, and the shaking Minglun Hall trembled, and all the students immediately sobered up, only to realize that they had made a mistake, and hurriedly apologized.

The subsequent course was not shocking, and Chai Tiannuo's etiquette was quite innovative, and the students nodded again and again, as did the staff of the Academy of Literature outside the window.

Dean Chen Zhixing even sighed and said:

"The Academy of Literature has come to cross the river, fortunately!"

At the end of class, except for a few internal emergency students, the others did not leave Minglun Hall, but surrounded Chai Tiannuo and kept asking this and that, and Chai Tiannuo answered all questions, and the atmosphere was very warm.

It's just that when the class bell rang, the atmosphere changed again, and Chai Tiannuo looked at the students who were gearing up and grinned:

"Why are you so confident in your ability to recite poetry?"

"Ran~!"

Everyone replied in unison, so shocked that Chai Tiannuo's brows trembled, and he sighed, why was he so high-spirited and drank ginseng soup?

"You are so confident, I am very relieved, let the horse come, let a certain see your ability!"

Looking at the students who were eager to try, Chai Tiannuo was as scrappy as he was in his heart, grandma was a bear, and he didn't believe that thousands of years of romance in his previous life would not be able to suppress you milky hairy boys.

"I'll come first!"

He stood up violently, but was pressed back by Chai Tiannuo from afar:

"You come first, the rules are undecided, it's too anxious, right?"

There was a loud laugh, and the student immediately blushed and hurriedly shrank back.

"I'll make a rule with you."

The dean of the Academy of Letters walked into Minglun Hall with his head held high, followed by a large line, and the students hurriedly got up to greet him.

Chai Tiannuo knew that it was not enjoyable to stand outside the door and listen, so he came in to see the excitement.

The dean came to the podium, hung a long scroll, and divided the next volume into two parts, and the ancient official book appeared.

1. Proposition poems, one poem each, and the words can also be judged, which will be judged by the faculty members of the Academy of Literature.

Chai Tiannuo grinned, this was shocked by his own broken formation, Yi Xibei, and he didn't dare to go directly to the wind and snow moon out of the questions related to the side plug.

"Do you have any objections?"

The dean asked expressionlessly.

"None~."

Chai Tiannuo shouted loudly, and Dr. Wei lit a stick of incense and said with a smile:

"There are too many students, ten songs are pushed each, the time is pressing, let's start quickly."

The more than 2,000 people on the field immediately sat on the table, or worked hard to wave their pens or frown and think hard, trying their best to surpass Chai Tiannuo, who had only produced one god in a thousand years.

Compared with the nervousness of the students, Chai Tiannuo was too calm.

Roll up your sleeves, grind a good ink on the inkstone, take a sheep's hair, dip the ink and gently put it down.

The dean, Dr. Wei, and several other scholars walked up to Chai Tiannuo's side, and couldn't help but nod their heads again and again as they looked at the neat regular script that was slowly unfolding on Shu Xuan, and Dr. Wei whispered with emotion:

"The word Tiannuo has entered everyone, and the regular, angular regular script has made him write the meaning of ethereal and dusty, which is really rare."

A stick of incense burned out, and the works launched by the students have been read, and there are a lot of good works, but the meaning of the poem is decent, and it always makes people feel a little unfinished.

"It's better to miss Tiannuo, the country is all talented, but there is a lack of geniuses like him."

Chen Zhixing shook the poems made by the students in his hands, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

Dr. Wei picked up the first one and read it aloud:

"Listen to the wind and dream."

"Lying in the cold pavilion is not sad, Shang Si is the border pass of the country."

"In the middle of the night, I listened to the wind blowing and snowing, and the iron horse glacier fell into a dream."

"Good poetry!"

Before Dr. Wei finished reading, the cheers rang out again and again, compared to the leisurely scenes in the poems, this poem was really much deeper.

Chen Zhixing nodded lightly and asked aloud:

"One of the winds, who is the crown?"

"Mr. Chai!"

The echo was loud, and Chen Zhixing nodded again:

"Yes."

Dr. Wei picked up the second sheet and read it aloud:

"The veteran of the wind and rain pear blossom is still there."

"The body is full of injuries and gunsmoke, and it is also sad to return to the hometown without removing the armor."

"The wind and rain pear blossoms have been eaten in the cold, and the descendants of several families have come."

Everyone was silent, the first song was gone, the second song was really sad, Dr. Wei looked at Chai Tiannuo, and said with a wry smile:

"Tiannuo, a proposition of wind and snow, just let you write such a miserable and miserable relative, which is rare in the world."

Chai Tiannuo also replied with a wry smile:

"Mr. Wei, there is really no way, what I write is what I see."

"I haven't seen a lot of flowers and full moons, but I have seen a lot of bloody veterans withering, in my eyes, this is the true appearance of the wind and snow."

"One of the flowers, who is the crown?!"

Chen Zhixing asked aloud.

"Mr. Chai!"

The sentient beings replied, and saluted Chai Tiannuo together, two poems, let them see the difficulties of the Wubian soldiers, and remembered the flowers in their poems, and they were a little ashamed for a while.

Dr. Wei picked up the third piece of rice paper and continued:

"Mountain snow."

"The snow falls on Yangchun Mountain, the cold is fierce, and the flowers bloom in the letter, but I don't see half of the red."

"The night attack on the horse's hooves is sick, the Chenmian armor has not been removed, the five-foot thunder flashes, and the heaven and earth are cracked!"

Chen Zhixing, the dean of the Academy of Liberal Arts, couldn't wait for Dr. Wei's slow and logical movements, so he picked up the scroll and read it:

"Water tune song head. When is the bright moon? ”

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but look back at Chai Tiannuo, it seems that this first month is a little different from the previous three songs, not only the first words, but also the direction of artistic conception.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky."

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."

"I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid of ......"

After reading a water-tune song, Minglun was quiet and terrible, and the sentence wishing people a long time, thousands of miles together, attracted the hearts of many people.

Chen Zhixing finished reading the words, and only came back to his senses after the tea, and said with a sigh:

"Chai Tiannuo has reached the realm of poetry together, and he should be invincible in the world!"

There are many rules on the long axis, but no one has the heart to compare, four propositions and four songs have been handed down, who can compare in this world?

After class, the four poems quickly spread throughout the capital with the flow of people, and for a while, the name of Chai Shixian resounded in the Goolan wine shop, and the name of the heavenly disgust and the butcher gradually disappeared, which was the consequence that Chai Tiannuo never imagined.

In the imperial study room of the imperial palace, the Emperor of Tianqi looked at the copied poems in his hand, his heart was shocked, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Seeing that the emperor had not moved for a long time, Jia Nei was a little worried, so he made a bowl of hot tea and handed it over:

"Your Majesty, drink some tea."

Emperor Tianqi nodded lightly, took a sip of tea, and said with a somewhat complicated expression:

"Jia Gao, I regret it more and more and more, and I suppressed Chai Tiannuo."