After staring at each other for a long time, Tao Shou didn't see any change in Jiang Sun Che's expression.

"Since you said you wrote it, prove it to me." Tao Shou said in a deep voice.

I know that this will happen, can I change the stereotyped influence." Jiang Sun Che was helpless in his heart, and was about to say the appreciation of the translation of Qing Pingtuo, when Tao Shou spoke again.

"You rewrite a poem." Tao Shou believes that if Jiang Sunche copies the poem, he must have done enough work to make others believe that the poem was written by him.

If it weren't for Tao Shou really couldn't think of anyone in the world whose style of words was as smooth and exquisite as this clear tone, he would have directly debunked Jiang Sun Che, and he wouldn't have tried it like this.

Jiang Sunche was a little flustered, 'Write a new song? I can memorize poems, I can't write poems, if Tao Shou's title comes out I can't, won't this be exposed? ’

Tao Shou noticed the change in Jiang Sunche's expression, and was even more sure that this kid was copying poems.

"Let's just use that as a topic." Tao Shou pointed to the teacup on the table and said.

'Teacup? What kind of subject are you, you're out of the program. ’

Jiang Sunche's head was running wildly, but he remembered a few poems with teacups in the verses, but these poems mainly describe not teacups, but use things to metaphorize people and express emotions, which is off topic and will not be recognized by Tao Shou.

At that time, not only could Tao Shou's suspicions not be dispelled, but also made the old father-in-law look down on him even more.

'What to do?' What to do? I can't be embarrassed in front of my father-in-law, I'm a face-saving person, I wouldn't pretend to be thirteen if I knew it, isn't this digging a hole for myself. ’

"Teacup, teacup......" Jiang Sun Che muttered twice involuntarily, "It seems that I have to rely on my own ability to make up a song, but my level is too different from Taibai Shixian, and it will definitely be heard by Tao Shou."

Just when Jiang Sun Che didn't know what to do, Tao Shou heard Jiang Sun Che muttering and spoke, "I'm talking about the tea in this teacup, with tea as the theme, what kind of teacup." ”

Tao Shou looked at his fingers, "Isn't my finger obvious?" Are my fingers that thick? ’

"It turns out that it's about tea, old father-in-law, can you directly say what you want to use as a topic next time?" You're going to freak out the hell of me. ’

Knowing that it was about tea, Jiang Sun Che breathed a sigh of relief, tea is not as out of the way as a teacup, and there are still many talented people who have done poems that simply write tea leaves.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Sunche repeatedly screened and finally selected a poem.

But he can't say it right away, it's too fast, although it will leave Tao Shou with the impression of a genius, but this is also digging a pit for the future, just like the Qingping tune he wrote (copied) to Yan Zirui that day, and today it has become his own pit.

In the future, I will try to write as few poems as possible, and if I don't have real talent and learning, it is too easy to be asked. ’

The tea in the teacup slowly cooled, and Tao Shou kept staring at Jiang Sun Che.

He didn't know whether Jiang Sunche was really conceiving or pretending.

With his devotion to learning, if Jiang Sunche really copied poetry, even if Jiang Sunche was his son-in-law, he would have to expose it, and he really wanted to know the person who wrote the Qingping tone.

If Jiang Sun Che heard his heart, he would definitely pour cold water, "I think too much, I don't even have a chance to meet Taibai Shixian, let alone you, you are a whole world away from him, do you want to see him?" Wash and sleep. ’

Just when Tao Shoudu was waiting a little impatiently, Jiang Sun Che spoke.

"This poem is called a tea poem, Taishan, please listen to the first sentence, the buds are fragrant and spiritual." Jiang Sun Che took two steps forward, raised his sword finger in his right hand, and pointed to the tea in the cup.

Tao Shou listened quietly, 'It's okay, it's not amazing, but it's not too mediocre, it's decent. ’

Jiang Sun Che saw that Tao Shou did not have a disdainful expression, and then 'wrote' the poem.

"I'm the grass in the English."

Tao Shou's eyes lit up, "This sentence is a little interesting." ’

Seeing that Tao Shou listened more seriously, Jiang Sunche completely put his heart back into his stomach now, and today's crisis of 'writing' poetry has basically been solved. ’

Then Jiang Sunche no longer hesitated and read out the rest of the poem in one breath.

"Noctars and smoke,

Cold stove to snow cooking.

But the worries are scattered,

Taste green peanuts. ”

Tao Shou sat on the chair, savored the poem, and nodded after a while, "Yes, like a trickle of water, it is eloquent, and it is rare to have an aura hidden between the lines, and it is also a masterpiece." ”

"Xie Taishan compliments." Jiang Sunche said modestly.

Of course, it is a good work, but this poem was written by Zheng Yu. ’

Suddenly say Zheng Yu, others may not have much impression, and someone may be able to remember him by adding a title to this Zheng Yu.

Zheng Yu was a figure in the late Tang Dynasty, and he served as the left servant of Shangshu, and this position was the left prime minister, and he was second only to the right prime minister among the court officials.

This is the character who has fought with Huang Chao.

Although he is not very famous in history, he is also a rare loyal minister of the humerus, who worked hard for state affairs, and finally died of illness, leaving no heirs.

Although his poems have not been handed down much, and they are not particularly famous, it just so happened that Jiang Sun Che had read his poems in his previous life, so he could show off them.

"But ......"

Tao Shou just made Jiang Sun Che nervous again, "Old father-in-law, what else are you going to do?" Didn't I 'write' you a poem? ’

Jiang Sun Che looked at Tao Shou nervously.

"This tea poem seems to be different from the Qingping tune, and it is not as amazing as the Qingping tune." Tao Shou looked at Jiang Sun Che, waiting for him to give him an explanation.

Of course, the style of the words is different, because this is basically written by two people, how can the style be the same. ’

Fortunately, Jiang Sun Che had already thought of Tao Shouhui asking this, and was ready to answer, "Back to my father-in-law, I think that poetry should be done as you like, and you can sway freely. As for what my father-in-law said, it was not as amazing as Qingping Tune......"

Jiang Sunche paused for a moment and said a sentence that made Tao Shou Daigo empowered, "The article is natural, and the magic hand can get it." We are all mortals, we can't do everything perfectly, sometimes we have a flash of inspiration, and we can naturally write works that have been passed down through the ages, but this is just an accident, and I can't always write poems like Qingping. ”

Tao Shou was very satisfied with Jiang Sunche's answer, and stroked his beard happily, "That's right, it's indeed me who looks good." ”

Now he completely believes in Jiang Sunche, and his eyes are full of appreciation when he looks at Jiang Sunche, "I am talented but not revealed, indifferent to fame and fortune, it seems that I was misled by rumors before." ’

"Wait a minute, I have something for you." After speaking, Tao Shou walked out of the hall.

"This is to bluff me, and they all offered to give me something." Jiang Sunche was very satisfied with the current situation.

I just don't know what Tao Shou wants to give him, it can't be a book, right? That's not necessary, I don't want to skip school and get up early and read books at night.

At this time, a small head poked out of the door, and he scanned it vigilantly, and when he saw that Tao Shou was not there, he jumped out.

This person is Jiang Sun Che's brother-in-law, Tao Yan.