The atmosphere of the small hall changed suddenly.

Everyone turned around and looked at Lu Xuede, who was standing below, with surprise flashing in their eyes.

Than poetry?

This is a failure in the tea ceremony, and you want to find a place in the poetry ceremony?

Moreover, Lu Xuede's words were vicious, and he even said that if Wang Chuan couldn't write poems, he wouldn't even count the tea ceremony capital he had just taken.

Scold!

Liu Pu squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Xuede coldly, his dislike and disgust for him were already on his face.

Qi Huai, who was sitting on the side, glanced at it slightly, immediately observed his words, snorted coldly, and said, "What?" Who will take the leader in this poem, it's up to you Lu Xuede to decide?

Brother Wang's tea ceremony skills are obvious to all, and even Liu Gong is full of praise, whether he is a poet or not, it is undisputed that he takes this leader. ”

He said this very beautifully, secretly praised Liu Gong, and gave Wang Chuan enough face, and raised him with a false hand.

As for whether there is poetry in that sentence, it is even more invisibly eliminated Lu Xuede's offensive.

As soon as Qi Huai's words fell, a large number of echoing voices sounded around him, all of whom were people who followed behind the little prodigy of the Qi family on weekdays.

On the other hand, on Lu Xuede's side, no one spoke out, and on weekdays, Brother Lu called him kindly, but now no one stands up to help.

Human affection is like this.

Lu Xuede hated in his heart, and became more and more unwilling, he didn't care about Qi Huai's voices, just stared at Wang Chuan, and said loudly again:

"Do you dare to compare poetry with me?"

Wang Chuan looked at him quietly, took a sip of tea, and then said lightly:

"Are you so sure you're going to win?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Xuede suddenly laughed.

Wang Chuan talked about him left and right, and never agreed to his competition, obviously he had no confidence in his heart, he didn't dare!

"Haha......"

Lu Xuede's laughter carried a hint of contempt, and he still felt that Wang Chuan had just learned some crooked ways.

What is this called Shincha ceremony? It's just a grandstanding trick.

"If you dare not compare with me, then ......"

"I'm compared to you." Wang Chuan's voice suddenly sounded.

The small hall fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at Wang Chuan in amazement, only to see that he looked light and light, as if he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Liu Pu was stunned inexplicably, he was the only one present who knew Wang Chuan's details, he understood the new tea ceremony, but where would he understand poetry?

Writing poetry is not a simple matter, talent, talent, vision and experience are indispensable.

Lu Xuede has been reading poetry and books for more than 20 years, and Wang Chuan has been in the gang in the past, which ...... How can this compare with others?

Liu Pu hurriedly said: "Although the young man is frivolous, he can't be rash. ”

Qi Huai on the side also said: "Brother Wang, why bother with this ruined dog? ”

The two were not optimistic about him, for fear that he would be a teenager and would not be able to stand the excitement, and he would regret it for a while.

Now I say this to give him a step down.

But how could Lu Xuede let things go like this? He suddenly spoke loudly and said quickly: "Once the word is spoken, the horse is difficult to chase, you don't have to regret it!" ”

"Don't worry, I don't regret it." Wang Chuan was still sipping tea and didn't even look at him.

Then, he smiled at Liu Pu and Qi Huai and said, "Gong Liu, Brother Qi, it's okay, since he wants to compare, what about comparing with him?"

Besides, according to the process of the poetry meeting, if I avoid it and don't fight, and tonight's events are spread, wouldn't it mean that Liu Gong is unfair? Biased? ”

Hearing this, Liu Pu's heart was shocked, and his good impression of Wang Chuan increased rapidly.

He glanced at Lu Xuede under the small hall again, only to feel that this person was like a fly?

Just look at it too much and your eyes will dirty!

He couldn't help but secretly think: "Heh, even if you win the king today, you won't want to have a good life in Shilin in the future!" ”

As a doctor of education in Guozijian, he studied under Li Siye, and he is qualified to let go of such wild words.

A few people said that, and the poetry competition was ready to begin.

The servants who were waiting on the side removed the tea set table that was brought up by Shicai and vacated the small hall space.

Although Liu Pu didn't like Lu Xuede, he had to admit that what he said was right.

Poetry is indeed a great way.

Famous poets have a very high status, but they are much inferior to tea ceremony masters.

The poetry meetings held regularly in Chang'an are far more than the tea parties, and the tea parties can only appear as a vassal of the poetry party.

Don't look at Wang Chuan, this will be "hot" in the small hall, but in fact, most people are not interested in him.

After the venue was vacated, Lu Xuede seemed to have returned to his former graceful appearance, and he stood there from afar, with extraordinary confidence.

His confidence comes from the poetry books he has read in the past ten years, as well as his innate talent.

Then Wang Chuan, what do you compare to?

"Chu Gong, please ask the question." Lu Xuede said confidently.

The poetry competition is a topic set by the highly respected people, and the rest of the people are relevant to the topic.

Now the small hall can be called a virtuous and respected four-character person, and Liu Pu is alone.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes looked at Liu Pu, curious about what kind of topic he would come up with.

Liu Pu restrained his expression, frowned and pondered, and after a long time, he said lightly: "This poetry meeting, untitled." ”

Untitled?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and their expressions were a little strange.

As the name suggests, untitled means that there is no title, and everyone can write poems as they like, whatever they want, all at will.

This was a very rare thing in the previous poetry meetings, and it happened very rarely.

Qi Huai immediately understood Liu Pu's good intentions, and untitled was the most favorable condition for Wang Chuan, otherwise demarcating the scope would affect his performance.

However, this is also an advantage for Lu Xuede.

Maybe...... It won't be so ugly to lose, Qi Huai thought to himself.

After Lu Xuede heard this question, his body was stunned, and then the smile on his face became more and more intense, and he looked at Wang Chuan with a playful look.

"Gentlemen, then I will sacrifice ugliness first."

He arched his hand towards the group, then turned his left hand behind his back, his eyebrows lowered in a deep groan, and paced slowly down the small hall.

The rest of the people's attention was on him, wanting to see what kind of amazing and brilliant poems he could make.

One step, two steps...... After thirteen steps, Lu Xuede suddenly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and slowly began to chant.

"Wow! So fast! ”

"Thirteen steps into a poem, it is indeed amazing!"

The whispering sounded, Qi Huai was startled, he asked himself if he was off-the-field, at least fifteen steps, this guy really has some ability.

Qi Huai glanced at Liu Pu secretly, and found that his face was very unsightly, he glanced at Wang Chuan again, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and his heart was puzzled.

Seeing that Wang Chuan looked like an old god was there, he didn't worry at all, and he didn't take advantage of this short gap to prepare, but instead whispered something to the man Ning Xiang.

He seems to be very confident, but what does his confidence come from?

Just as Qi Huai was thinking about it, Lu Xuede's seven-word poem had already been recited, and the theme was a beautiful wine, although it was common, but it was not conventional.

He felt that he had performed perfectly, as evidenced by the exclamations and cacophony of discussions in his ears.

Liu Pu's face became more and more ugly, although he didn't want to say it, but he had to admit that Lu Xuede's poem was quite good.

Judging from this poem alone, he is worthy of the name of poetry and tea, Liu Pu's heart can't help but sink, Wang Chuan should be ...... It's lost!

After a poem, the next link should be a comment, but Lu Xuede can't wait to see Wang Chuan's ugly appearance.

Therefore, he said directly: "Wang Chuan, it's your turn." ”

Hearing this, the noise of the small hall was stagnant, and everyone in the hall looked at Wang Chuan, although their expressions were different, but they hoped that he would make a fool of a huge majority, this is the heart of the people.

Seeing this, Wang Chuan temporarily stopped playing with Ning Xiang, and swept around the small hall with a smile, taking in everyone's expressions.

Then, he looked at Lu Xuede casually and said lightly:

"Then let you open your eyes."

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