[249 famous chapters, stirring thousands of years]

"When the sun sets, the article will be completed!"

Su Qingyun looked up into the distance, the sunset was half-set, and the water of the Ganjiang River was dyed layer by layer.

Su Qingyun was so refreshing, but it made Jia Pinglu very unhappy, squinted at Su Qingyun, and said in a deep voice:

"Young people don't know the height of the sky, and they boast about the sea, and they don't know how to end up for a while."

Su Qingyun laughed and said, "Vice President A, don't worry, no matter how bad my level is, I am a few points stronger than Jia Shen, you should worry about Jia Shen instead of worrying about me!"

Speaking of this, Su Qingyun suddenly smiled contemptuously and said: .

"Actually, I didn't know how to write poetry before, and it wasn't until I saw Ashen's poems that I realized that it wasn't that I couldn't write poetry, but that I couldn't break lines!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was extremely ridiculous!

Many people in the audience couldn't help laughing, but due to the power of Jia Pingbu, many people held back stiffly, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, their faces were swollen and red, how ugly it was!

Jia Pingluo suddenly became furious, and wanted to scold, but because of his identity!

"Hmph, ignorant child, talking nonsense, don't look at it!"

After that, Jia Pinglu brushed his sleeves away directly, walked into the inner hall, and was still angry and scolded.

"The concubine is really arrogant, who does he think he is?"

"Even if Cao Zijian is only eight years old, he doesn't dare to be so arrogant!"

"Just him, how dare a drama compare deeply with my daughter?"

"When he finishes writing, show it to me, if he can't write it, see how he ends!"

When Jia Pinglu left, the doglegs beside him became impatient.

"Bold erector, it's really arrogant, you actually made President A so angry that he left the table, why don't you apologize quickly?"

"That's it, Huangkou Xiaoer, I don't know how the sky is high and the earth is thick, see how you end up in a while?"

"It's a great honor to be able to stand on the high platform of the Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Society, and it's really hateful to dare to make a big statement here!"

"Block, it is recommended to block Su Qingyun and get out of the literary world!"

"Yes, Su Qingyun get out of the literary world quickly!"

On the high platform, in the face of these dogs, Su Qingyun was not afraid, and his eyes were cold.

At this moment, he suddenly realized Wang Bo's state of mind when he wrote "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion".

Wang Bo, who is rarely famous, but because he wrote an article on "The King of Ying's Chicken", he provoked Long Yan and was expelled from the palace, and his future was ruined.

Later, with the help of a friend, he got a position to join the army, but he got into a big disaster, which was a capital crime according to the law, but fortunately in misfortune, Wang Bo encountered an amnesty, but his official position was completely lost.

And his father was also implicated, joined the army from Yongzhou Sihu, and was demoted to Jiaozhi County Commander.

So, in the second year of the last century, Wang Bo, who had just been pardoned for capital crimes, went to Jiaozhi County to visit his father, passing through the Tengwang Pavilion, which coincided with the banquet of the governor Yan Gong in the Tengwang Pavilion.

Yan Dudu's banquet was to boast to everyone about his son-in-law Wu Zizhang's talent.

Therefore, let the son-in-law prepare a preface in advance, and write it as an impromptu for everyone to read during the banquet.

Therefore, everyone knows that Yan Dudu intends to praise his son-in-law!

So, everyone else refuses to write.

Only Wang Bo, a young junior in his twenties, did not shirk, and after taking the pen, he waved the pen in public!

As a result, there was the first B-name scene in the history of the Chinese literary world.

Since then, the first pun of the ages was born - "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

And at this moment, Su Qingyun was standing on the high platform, just like that moment.

Things change and stars change, time and space flow!

Wang Bo, Yan Dudu, Wu Zizhang and others have long disappeared in the long river of history.

Today's Su Qingyun, Jia Pingbu, and Jia Shen seem to be the same as back then.

For a while, he was in a trance, and he couldn't tell whether he was Wang Bo or Su Qingyun?!

In the end, it is Zhuang Zhou Mengdie

, or Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou?

That's it!

Life is not as expected, things are often eight or nine!

"Bring the wine!"

Su Qingyun shouted, and Qian Muwen immediately picked up a jar of wine and sent it up.

This scene stunned everyone at the scene and made many people indignant!

"Damn, this son is too arrogant, he actually asked Qian Lao to hand him wine? Damn!"

"What's this kid pretending to be? Think you'll be able to write a famous story with a little wine?"

"That is, does he think he is Li Taibai? A hundred poems about wine fighting!"

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous, no matter how much wine you drink, it's just a straw bale!"

"This waste, I see how he ends?!"

Inner nave.

When Jia Pinglu heard that Su Qingyun did not start writing, but was drinking freely on the high platform, he sneered:

"Hmph, this kind of goods, no matter how much wine you drink, it's still a rotten product, and you can't support Adou!"

But he said that he was on the high platform.

Knock knock!

Su Qingyun raised his head and drank wildly, the sunset on the horizon, the birds in the distance, the mighty Ganjiang River, and the frustrated and depressed teenager formed a beautiful picture!

"Good wine, good wine!"

Su Qingyun threw the wine bottle on the ground, picked up the brush on the table, and waved it on the rice paper.

"Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu New Mansion.

The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu.

The three rivers and the five lakes are controlled, and the barbarian thorns are controlled and the Ouyue is introduced."

Immediately, someone spread these words to the ears of Jia Pingbu.

After hearing this, Jia Pinglu said disdainfully: "This is Wang Bo's old text, which is known to the whole world, so it is not surprising!"

But I saw Su Qingyun write again:

"Wuhua Tianbao, the ruins of the dragon's light shooting bullfight; Outstanding people, Xu Ru went down to Chen Fan's couch.

Xiongzhou fog column, Juncai Xingchi.

At the turn of the summer, the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast."

When these words reached the inner hall, Jia Pinglu suddenly sat up straight, his face was solemn, and he bowed his head and said nothing.

And Su Qingyun's pen did not stop, I saw him continue to write:

"The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pool is clear, and the smoke is condensed and the mountain is purple."

"The rainbow is gone, the clouds are colorful, the sunset and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky."

"The fishing boat sings at night, ringing on the shore of Peng Li, the geese are frightened, and the sound is broken in Hengyang."

"The heavens and the earth are high, and the universe is infinite. Happiness and sorrow come, and there are many things that are full of wealth and emptiness."

When these words reached the inner hall, Jia Ping stood up from his chair violently!

He only felt that his scalp was numb, his back tightened for a while, and goosebumps came out because of the chills in his body.

"How is that possible?"

"How could such a thing be written by a young man?"

"It's impossible!"

"It's my lifelong dream to be able to write something like this!"

Jia Pinglu subconsciously grabbed a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, squeezed the lighter tightly but didn't light it.

In this article, he seems to see the water of the Ganjiang River rushing away, and he sees the overlapping mountains and mountains, straight into the sky!

I also saw the sunset going with the river, and the fishing boats singing at night, resounding across the lakeside.

This beautiful picture has long been beyond the realm of manpower!

It's a work of genius!

This is the hand of the gods!

A famous article, stirring thousands of years!