Hearing this, Lu Xuede just sneered.

He wanted to see what kind of poems this guy could make.

Today's double leader of the poetry club will definitely be in his pocket!

Even if there are some twists and turns along the way, the final result will not change.

At this time, Wang Chuan had already cleared his throat and was about to recite poetry.

When everyone saw that he was just sitting there, not even going to the middle of the small hall, they already had a plan in their hearts.

Obviously, Wang Chuan has no poetry talent at all, and he doesn't even know the rules of the poetry club since ancient times.

If Shicai directly avoided the war, at least he didn't have to make a fool of himself in public like now.

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads secretly, and thought in their hearts: "Liu Gong is the old man's words, the young man is too frivolous, and he will only ask for hardships if he is angry." ”

As soon as his mind flashed, Wang Chuan's chanting had spread throughout the small hall.

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles."

Sure enough, what kind of bullshit is this......

Well?

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Wang Chuan, their faces full of astonishment.

Qi Huai's eyes were strange, Liu Pu looked shocked, and Lu Xuede's eyes were full of confusion.

This...... This poem......

I'm dripping mom!

For a moment, everyone was speechless......

In this small hall, those who are qualified to participate in the poetry meeting, no matter how bad they are, they are also familiar with poetry and writing, even if they can't compose poems, can't they hear what is good?

There is no need for much at all, just one sentence of the first couplet, and it is already a glimpse of the leopard, which can be seen!

What is Poetic Talent?

This is poetry!

Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles, what kind of courage is this? What kind of pride is this?

Oh, my God!

Just one sentence, the poem that Lu Xuede made was ...... What a fart?

The atmosphere in the small hall changed again, and everyone looked at Wang Chuan with anticipation, only to see him continue:

"If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is dripping.

When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan.

Xuan's father can still be afraid of the afterlife, how dare her husband be young? ”

Rumble!

The small hall exploded!

Everyone looked at each other, all of them showing shame, and they couldn't speak for a long time.

That Lu Xuede looked even more stunned, his face was pale, his lips trembled, his body was shaky, and his whole person was depressed, as if he was stupid.

But if you are a normal person, you can see the gap between the two and be able to tell whose poems are better.

Compared with other people in the small hall, Lu Xuede's poem can be described as very good, but compared to Wang Chuan......

He's a piece of shit.

"Hahaha......"

After a short period of consternation, Liu Pu suddenly laughed three times, stroked his palm, and the whole person was already full of red light, as if he was honored.

This poem is so well written!

He seemed to have seen that in the near future, there would be countless literati and artists in Chang'an City who would fall into madness because of this poem.

After laughing, Liu Pu looked at Wang Chuan and exclaimed: "Good poetry! This poem is truly the most amazing poem I have ever seen in my life! Well written! ”

"Liu Gong has a reputation." Wang Chuan said modestly.

"Brother Wang, don't be humble, this poem is really wonderful." Qi Huai took over the conversation, glanced at Lu Xuede, who was lost in the hall, with a smile, and continued:

"Especially the last two couplets, they are even more to the point, every word is fine, but some people present are afraid that they can't afford to be called husbands."

As soon as these words came out, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Burst!

Lu Xuede was in a hurry, spurting out a mouthful of old blood, his body could no longer support it, and he fell to the ground in front of everyone.

The meaning of the last two sentences of this poem is that when the world saw me speak wildly, they sneered after listening to it, and Xuan's father also said that the afterlife is terrifying, how dare the husband despise the young man?!

Xuanfu refers to the Confucian sage, which is the edict of the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, which gave the Confucian sage the supreme and revered status.

Qi Huai Shicai said that some people are not worthy, obviously talking about Lu Xuede, and the already satirical poems are becoming more and more harsh.

Wang Chuan looked at Qi Huai with a smile, and couldn't help but think to himself in his heart: "Scholars are really bad-hearted, this guy doesn't need to be called a little prodigy, it is more appropriate to call him a god mending knife directly." ”

However, he still said on the surface: "Brother Qi's words are very reasonable. ”

Lu Xuede just took a breath back, his head was clear for three minutes, but he didn't expect Wang Chuan's words to ring in his ears again......

The calm qi and blood surged up again, his throat was hot, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out, and he almost fainted.

However.

At this moment, no one paid attention to him anymore.

All the people in the small hall, including Zhao Ming'an, all came to Wang Chuan's side, and the one around them was called impassable.

"Brother Wang has great talents!"

"The leader of this poetry is none other than Brother Wang."

"Yes, yes, yes."

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Listening to these people's compliments, Wang Chuan just smiled and didn't feel anything.

After all, this poem he reads out, and he takes a small poem as the leader, isn't it a matter of course?

He looked outside over the figures of everyone, and there was no shadow of Lu Xuede in the small hall, only bloodstains.

"I didn't expect it to be a gray escape from the poetry club...... However, this should be considered an overachievement, right? Wang Chuan thought to himself.

At this point, the leaders of the two ways of this poetry meeting all fell on Wang Chuan's head, and no one disputed it, and they were all convinced.

The atmosphere of the poetry meeting was pushed to a climax, but after Wang Chuan exchanged a few words with everyone, he casually found an excuse to leave the small hall.

He didn't bother to get close to these "scholars" who were full of flattery, and that little prodigy of the Qi family had an appetite for him.

However, after Wang Chuan left, everyone still talked about Shicai's poem, and even someone with a quick mouth copied it and passed it on.

And at this time, they found out that Wang Chuan was in such a hurry that they even forgot to ask the name of the poem......

In desperation, he didn't dare to choose a name arbitrarily, so he had to be called nameless, but he deliberately marked a line of small words: Reprimanding Lu Xuede.

The venue of the poetry meeting is in Piaoxiang Garden, which is located in the most lively north of Chang'an City, where people and dragons are mixed, and it is also the place where the news is most consistent.

Therefore, in just one night, Wang Chuan's poem has spread throughout most of Chang'an.

And naturally, there is also the new tea ceremony!

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At this time, Wang Chuan didn't know this.

Although he left the small hall, he did not leave the Piaoxiang Garden, but walked on the lakeside path with Liu Pu.

"Hahaha, Master Wang will definitely be famous in Chang'an tonight, I think the name of poetry and tea is unique, only Master Wang can match it." Liu Pu said with a smile.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan looked embarrassed, and his forehead was quietly covered with black lines.

What kind of king is this...... Why does it become more awkward the more you listen to it?

"I said Liu Gong, don't you want to call me Wang Shi anymore, how can I bear it?

Why don't you call me a little friend like before? Or just call me by name? Wang Chuan said to him.

"How can this work? The sage once said: 'The one who achieves is the first', I am just a junior in the new tea ceremony, and it is not too much to call you a king. Liu Pu said.

"But this, it's not good, if someone else sees it......"

"Master Wang, what are these words? When a gentleman acts, why should he care about the eyes of others? What can you see? Liu Pu said unhappily.

Wang Chuan: "......"

Are all the scholars in Guozijian so tough?

He didn't bother to argue, he was already rotten, what did he like......

The two chatted for a few more words, and then Wang Chuan asked tentatively: "Gong Liu, I heard that the leader of the double path of this poetry meeting ......."

Hearing this, Liu Pu took a deep look at him, looked him up and down carefully, and showed a meaningful smile.

"The invitation from the Weng Mansion will be delivered to Wang Shi tomorrow."

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