"Oh, you can also write poetry? It's not going to be limericks, I advise you not to show it up yet."

"All of you here are people who have read poetry and books, and they are also famous talents in Jiankang Mansion, everyone has been studying since childhood, and their Confucianism and Taoism cultivation should not be underestimated. Even if you dare to speak wildly with a little way, there is no one in your eyes?!"

A Confucian student couldn't listen to it anymore, and scolded Chen Wenqing angrily.

Of course, not only this Confucian scholar was angry, but almost all the Confucian scholars and talents present were also furious, they had never seen such an arrogant person!

It can be seen that Chen Wenqing's words angered the entire fourth-floor readers.

Because, Chen Wenqing confirmed that he was too arrogant, not only arrogant, but simply arrogant to open the door to arrogance, arrogance has arrived home!

"That's arrogant! If you can make any good poems today, this son will leave his words here. If your poems are better than those of all those present, then my son will eat the table."

The other boy couldn't help but jump out and said, and pointed to the marble square table next to him, full of confidence.

"Heh... The marble stone table is said to be eaten, this brother not only has good teeth, but also has a good appetite, and he is worried that you will eat it later, and you will have indigestion!"

Chen Wenqing laughed, paced to the middle of the boat, and prepared to start reciting poetry.

At this time.

The fourth floor of the red sleeve move has been surrounded by people, and the people who eat melons have crowded over to join in the fun, they have all heard that there is a madman from the Jixia School Palace, who does not know the height of the sky, and wants to challenge the entire Jiankang talent with his own strength.

When you hear this big melon, can you resist eating it?

Of course, I can't bear it, so many spectators came up from other layers and opened their eyes, even if the red-sleeved maid tried her best to stop it, it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the people who ate melons to watch the excitement.

"Is that the boy in the teal robe? Wow... He looks really handsome, he is worthy of coming from the Jixia School Palace, the holy land of Confucianism and Taoism, looking at the demeanor and posture of others, it is unusual!"

"Indeed, really... Such a personable and graceful appearance melted the hearts and livers of labor and management, and I really wanted to hold him in my arms and pamper him..."

「……」

A thick man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, beard, bare chest and breasts, and covered with body hair screamed excitedly.

Everyone looked sideways, and they all felt a cool breath coming from the soles of their feet.

"This person, something is wrong, he looks like a pervert~"

"Stay away from him, beware of being targeted by this pervert."

Soon a large area was vacated around the thick man.

Chen Wenqing saw that the atmosphere had been set up here, and he also had the heart to get back face for his junior brother Li Youcai.

Since you have decided to hit the other party in the face, then hit it hard, the other party will have a blue nose and swollen face, the other party who will be beaten can no longer raise his head, the other party who will be beaten is powerless, and the other party who will be beaten doubts about life.

Chinese civilization has a long history, and since ancient times, Yongyue's poems are unknown, and Chen Wenqing has already figured out which poems to use to deal with them.

He thought very clearly, all of the people present were Jiankang talents, not ordinary readers, and ordinary Yongyue poems might not be able to suppress them.

So, he decided to make a move as soon as he made a move, and never let the other party have any respite.

"There are three Yongyue poems here in the poor road, if there is one of you who composes a better poem than the poor one, then the poor road loses."

Chen Wenqing is full of confidence.

"Song 1 "Silent Night Thoughts"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown."

This poem is actually very simple and easy to understand, but the simpler the poem, the more difficult it is.

"Silent Night Thoughts" does not have a peculiar and novel imagination, no exquisite and gorgeous rhetoric, but only uses a narrative tone to write about the homesickness of distant guests, but it is meaningful, intriguing, and has attracted strangers and strangers for thousands of years.

After Chen Wenqing's song "Silent Night Thoughts" was recited, the four layers of disturbance had gradually calmed down

Silence fell.

All the Jiankang talents here, at this time, the eyes of Chen Wenqing have become different.

"This person's achievements in poetry should not be underestimated! Don't take it lightly!"

This is the common thought in the hearts of all people.

Chen Wenqing didn't care what others thought, so he began to pretend to be forced to slap his face, and it was impossible to give up halfway, and soon he read the second poem.

"Autumn Evening in the Mountain House"

"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn."

"The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream."

"The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat."

"Feel free to rest in spring, and the king and grandson can stay."

This poem was a famous landscape in the previous life, writing about the scenery of the dusk after the rain in the mountain dwelling in early autumn, and it conveys noble feelings and the pursuit of the ideal realm in the poetry and painting.

This poem is like a paradise, the mountain rain is at the beginning of the day, everything is new, and it is the evening of early autumn, the air is fresh, the scenery is wonderful, you can imagine.

Therefore, as soon as this poem came out, cold sweat began to break out on the foreheads of all Jiankang talents.

Especially the one who claimed to eat the marble table, his face turned pale with fright.

Since ancient times, literati have been light, but all scholars are arrogant.

However, after Chen Wenqing's two poems, the Confucian talents present no longer dared to put on an arrogant posture in front of him.

Because they knew one thing, they would never be able to compose these two psalms for the ages.

At this time, the Jiankang talents present also looked at Chen Wenqing with respect and admiration.

Of course, such a big commotion on the fourth floor has already attracted the attention of the owner of the Red Sleeves.

Red sleeves move five layers.

Liu Rumei was lying lazily on the cloud bed, dressed in Shu brocade, her crisp chest was half exposed, her plump white and greasy legs loomed under the gauze tent, and the green silk like a waterfall hung down at will, showing thousands of styles.

Next to the cloud bed, a handmaid in blue clothes stood aside, holding two pages of paper sticks, and the paper sticks were the poems read by Chen Wenqing.

"'Silent Night Thoughts' is a good poem!"

"Autumn Evening in the Mountain House" is even better poetry!"

"It's been years since I've read a poem like this!"

Liu Rumei's lazy voice came out, like the sound of a swallow warbler, and it was as tactful and crisp as a bird, and it was as clear and beautiful as a bird.

"There is no one among the talented people of Jiankang who can write such poems, and I wonder who the so-called one who wrote these poems?"

"Bluebird, do you know?"

Liu Rumei asked with surprise in her voice.

"The person who wrote this poem is a son wearing a blue robe, and I heard that he came from the door of the prince of the Jixia School Palace..."

Bluebird replied.

"Jixia Academy? I see. Jixia Academy Palace is worthy of being a holy land of Confucianism and Taoism, and it is worthy of its name to have such a natural talent."

"Blue Bird, wash and change my clothes, I'm going down to see this boy in person..."

Liu Rumei was impatient, and her eyes revealed a look of expectation.

At this time, the red sleeves are in the middle of the four layers.

Chen Wenqing untied the wine gourd wrapped around his waist, opened the mouth of the gourd, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine permeated the entire fourth-floor space.

"If there is no peerless poetry, how can it be done without peerless wine?"

Chen Wenqing raised his head and took a sip of the pile of flowers.

Inadvertently, he saw a peerless beauty who walked down from the fifth layer of the red sleeves, like a fairy who descended from the moon, like a fairy who descended from the moon, Chen Wenqing couldn't help but feel a flutter.

"Hahaha..."

Chen Wenqing looked up to the sky and laughed, "With such moonlight, such a beauty, such a beautiful scenery, and the peerless wine in the hands of Poor Dao, it is also worthy of this peerless good song!"

"Next, I will let you know what kind of poetry is worthy of being passed down through the ages!"

""Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be"

This famous song for the ages is about to appear!