"What's going on over there?" A handsome man dressed in silk and satin with a jade crown and hair tied up pointed to the crowd in front of him and said suspiciously.

"Young master, go take a look." The attendant next to the man ran into the crowd in three or two steps to ask.

After a while, the attendant returned to the man's side and said, "Young master, someone is fighting poetry. ”

"Oh, do you know who the poet is?." The man came interested.

"Young Master, it is said that one person came from Xichuan Gandhi and received an invitation from Tai'an to evaluate talents, called Zhou Pingjun."

"Zhou Pingjun? I haven't heard of it, but since I can receive Tao Taichang's invitation, I should have some talent, let's go, let's take a look. The man forgot to ask Zhou Pingjun who his opponent was, and walked over without waiting for the attendant to say Jiang Sunche's name.

"Young master, young ...... Never mind. The attendant lowered his body and quickly caught up with the man.

……

"Brother Lingzhi has come to you." Gu Jinling said delicately.

'You really don't give me a little more time, am I so much like a cheater?' Jiang Sun Che shook his head.

"Okay, since you can't wait, then I'll do a song. Ahem...... "Jiang Sun Che cleared his throat.

The first time you pretend to be thirteen after the crossing, you must come up with the best mental outlook and live with a sense of ritual, isn't it?

"My poem is called "Song of the Goose."

The onlookers nodded their heads, this name is okay, at least it is better than 'talking goose'.

Jiang Sun Che pulled up his posture and waved his right hand forward, looking like he was swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Goose, goose, goose." His voice was strong, and he said the first sentence of the goose word by word.

The people who eat melons listened in confusion, you look at me, I look at you.

"What does Jiang Gongzi mean by this? Stuttered? ”

"Repeat three geese? Is this the first sentence? ”

"Poof, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spew your saliva."

"I have long known that Young Master Jiang's 'outstanding' literary talent, but I really didn't expect it to be so 'earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods', I am still young."

Jiang Sun Che glanced at them with disdain, and the discussion instantly subsided.

"What do you mortals know? Young Master Jiang is brewing. A flattering voice rang out.

"Yes, yes, Jiang Gongzi is only eight fights, and Wen Taowu is not something that ordinary people like me can easily figure out, Jiang Gongzi, please continue." Another voice came from the crowd, which seemed to be sincere, but was actually watching a joke.

Seeing the fall of the high-ranking people, the failure of the talented, and the loss of money by the rich are the most primitive desires in people's hearts, that is, the dark side of human nature, which can be said to be a kind of hatred of the rich and jealousy, Jiang Sunche understands these people.

But now how ruthless the wind and cold words are, how painful it will be to slap your face in a while.

Jiang Sunche glanced at Gu Jinling again, Gu Jinling was now happy, and that perfect smile was waving at everyone in the Quartet.

The man who came to see the excitement just now also shook his head in disappointment, "I didn't expect Pingjun's writing to be so mediocre this week, and Jiang Sunche's poem ...... It's too disappointing, Decai, let's go. ”

The man was in the crowd just now, and he already knew the rules of this fight, and he also knew Zhou Pingjun's 'saying goose'.

To be honest, it is simple and clear, it does not mean that it is limerick poetry, yes, in his eyes, Zhou Pingjun's poems are just limerick poetry.

He was very disappointed, when Jiang Sunche wrote poetry, he wanted to leave, he was also from Tai'an, so he naturally knew what Jiang Sunche's literary style was like.

But he had a glimmer of hope to see if Jiang Sunche could make a stunning poem, but now it seems that he is thinking too much.

The man had already turned around to leave, and Jiang Sun Che's voice sounded behind him again.

"Song to the sky."

The man stopped for a moment, turned to look at Jiang Sun Che, and muttered, "Song to the sky...... This sentence is a bit interesting. ”

The onlookers originally wanted to wait for the second sentence to continue the mockery, but when such a poem came, the words in their mouths swallowed back hard.

'Fake, right?! Is this your level? ’

The onlookers present, although the level is uneven, but they can also hear the artistic conception of this sentence, a song to explain the form of the white goose, to the heavenly song depicted the white goose's voice is high-pitched and loud, and the description is so beautiful, if they don't know that the poem is written by Jiang Sun Che, they will definitely think that this poem is written by a great talent who has devoted himself to the study of literature.

Jiang Sun Che looked at the expressions of the people around him who were eating melons with satisfaction, "This is what you should behave." ’

Gu Jinling was also dumbfounded, "Didn't you say that Jiang Sun Che didn't like to read the most?" Mr. Teaching has beaten several times, how can he write such beautiful poems? ’

There was no sound around anymore, and they were all waiting for Jiang Sun Che's next words.

Jiang Sun Che flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, took two steps towards the Jinyuan River, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and said the last two sentences of Yong'e.

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves."

Everyone around, including those who have never read a book or read a poem, are immersed in the atmosphere created by this 'Song of Goose', and whether they recognize or not, they can feel the scene depicted in this poem.

There is only one person who gritted his teeth, and that is Zhou Pingjun.

When Jiang Sun Che read the first sentence, he was overjoyed, 'Recite three geese, ha, is this a poem?' ’

He's already ready to wait for his acceptance speech after he wins.

As a result, the second sentence of 'Yong Goose' snapped and gave him a few mouths, and he felt that this sentence was really good for people who hated Jiang Sun Che, what level do you say such a poem is?

Zhou Pingjun was like riding a roller coaster, first flying high, and the next second falling into the bottomless abyss.

He really understands what it means to have big ups and downs, take root, and take root.

It wasn't until Jiang Sun Che's 'Yong Goose' was completely finished that he knew that he was doomed.

Even if the condition for winning is for the bearer to remember, and it happens that the bearer can recite his 'talking goose' completely, he will lose.

A discerning person can see at a glance which of the poems written by the two of them is better.

Jiang Sunche thought in his heart, 'My posture is so sufficient, isn't it a bit ...... to come to a poem from a primary school textbook That's it. Forget it, no matter what, anyway, no one in this world knows that this poem is a poem learned by modern primary school students, and no one knows that I am a little master of poetry. ’

"It can't be! You must have copied it! Zhou Pingjun shouted hysterically.

When he shouted, the surrounding melon-eating crowd also sobered up, and a small number of people who didn't want to believe it spoke one after another.

"Yes, it must have been copied! What is Jiang Sun Che's literary style, who in the entire Tai'an City doesn't know! ”

"That's right, that's right."

Some people said bitterly, "Gongzi Jiang, we know that you want to save face, but you can't copy other people's poems." If you lose, you lose face, but if you copy poems, you lose your heart. ”

Most of the remaining people, half of them were also skeptical, but they couldn't help but shout, and the last remaining small wave of people didn't dare to speak.

Anyway, there are dozens or hundreds of people on the street, and no one believes that this 'song of geese' was written by Jiang Sun Che.

Oh, no, there was one, it was the handsome man who watched the excitement with his attendants.