Seeing Zhou Yang's appearance, the more people around him laughed, the happier they became.

Everyone is waiting for Zhou Yang to make a fool of himself now!

However, at this time, Zhou Yang also slowly opened his mouth and chanted the last poem.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns."

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

……

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and horses, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

Without the slightest pause, a pot of wine was drunk, and Zhou Yang quickly read out the first poem.

At the climax of the last sentence, Zhou Yangqing smashed the wine jug in his hand fiercely.

Then he sat down on the ground with his butt slumped, looking like a drunkard lying on the ground.

Silence, terrible tranquility, terrifying silence!

The whole flower hall is quiet inside and outside, which makes people feel a little creepy.

The big living people who were still laughing there just now were like clay sculptures and wood carvings, standing in place dumbfounded.

If it weren't for the breath in their noses and mouths, I'm afraid people would think that these people didn't freeze here.

Obviously, all of them were completely stunned by Zhou Yang's first entry into the wine.

After a full quarter of an hour, someone finally moved because of the numbness of his body, and these people in the flower hall reacted.

looked at Zhou Yang with incredible eyes, subconsciously moving his body.

Someone was still muttering something there.

Listening carefully, he was muttering about the poem Zhou Yang made just now, and he was muttering quietly while having an endless aftertaste.

Even the servants and maids who served in the courtyard, those who didn't know a single big word, were shocked by the momentum of this poem.

As more and more people reacted, there was a burst of exclamation in this flower hall.

"How is this possible, how can there be such good poetry?"

"This poem should only exist in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the world, and I can see someone make this kind of earth-shattering work, even if I die now, I am also content."

"Shixian, it's really a Shixian possession, no... No, it should be said that the poet immortal is alive, and the Seven Highnesses are really poet immortals. ”

Those who read the book were completely shocked by this poem.

They have read a book all their lives, and it is the first time they have heard such a majestic masterpiece that makes people's souls fly out of the sky.

Even the person who shouted just now that no matter what kind of poem Zhou Yang makes, he will give a bad review is also intoxicated by this poem at this time.

There were still words in his mouth, and after just one repetition, he had engraved the poem firmly in his mind.

I'm afraid that even if he forgets his father and mother, it is impossible for him to forget this poem.

For a while, more than half of the people in the entire flower hall were whispering this song about entering the wine.

The remaining small half of the people, although they did not chant words there, but they had their eyes slightly closed, and they looked like they were wandering into the world.

It seems that these people are fully immersed in this poem.

Even Zheng Tianxiang, who was sitting at the top, and Shang Qingxue, who was sitting at the top, all looked intoxicated.

It seems that they forgot, this time they are the same as Zhou Yang.

Looking at these reactions of the people around him, Zheng Gongzi also woke up from the shock.

He was almost drunk just now, this poem is so fascinating, even if it is a low humming of two sentences, it feels like a natural sound.

But now he was intoxicated and shocked, mixed with a little fear.

"You're not human... You're not human, you're definitely not human! ”

Zheng Gongzi pointed at Zhou Yang and muttered to himself, he might as well take two steps back voluntarily.

Hearing Zheng Gongzi's words, Zhou Yang also turned over from the ground and stood up, he didn't have the drunken appearance he showed when he was doing poetry just now.

Looking at Zheng Gongzi in front of him, Zhou Yang frowned.

"You're a little out of the picture, if you think you've lost, admit defeat, and if you don't look down on my gesture, you'll say your shortcomings."

"I'm not human, what are you doing?"

"What? If you can't fight, you'll start scolding, you're too tasteless. ”

Hearing Zhou Yang's words, that Zheng Gongzi came back to his senses from the shock.

looked at Zhou Yang with the eyes of a monster.

"How is that possible! Haven't you read a book? How could you make such a poem, you monster......"

Zheng Gongzi said as he stepped back until he hit the chair behind him, stumbling and slumping on the ground.

It was as if he had been frightened by something terrible, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"You, quickly find out for me what is wrong with his poem, and you must degrade it to me."

Zheng Gongzi seemed to remember something, and pointed to the scholar who had just shouted that he would give Zhou Yang a bad review no matter what.

forced him to tell the shortcomings of Zhou Yang's poem, trying to find a breakthrough.

But now that person is intoxicated with this poem, where can he take care of the Zheng Gongzi in front of him.

"No... No... I don't admit it, I'm very dissatisfied with your poem, very dissatisfied. ”

"There is not a word that can be put on the stage, what kind of broken poetry is this, what kind of bad poetry, it is really insulting."

Zheng Gongzi was yelling there as if he was crazy.

His shouts made everyone reflect and look at the scene in front of them.

However, the stronger Zheng Gongzi's reaction is, the more it proves how convincing Zhou Yang is to make this song.

Everyone looked at Zheng Gongzi with a sympathetic gaze.

Of course, sympathy.

Zhou Yang's back to this poem is full of weirdness, and there is a bit of horror in the weirdness.

Who would have thought that a prince who couldn't read a few big characters would be able to make such a peerless work that has never been seen before or since.

Even if he pulls out the great Confucianism of the world, I am afraid that in front of Zhou Yang, he can only be ashamed of himself.

"How? Do you sometimes have any objections to this poem that Hongu did? If you have one, stand up! ”

"This palace has always been very modest, if you have any opinions, just mention it, and this palace will also adopt it, even if it can change a word from my poem."

Zhou Yang looked at everyone and said loudly, his eyes swept towards everyone present.

Most of them look extremely impressed, and a few people want to try it to see if they can change the last time.

But after thinking about it several times, I felt that it was impossible.

If you move a word, the whole poem does not have that charm, let alone such a majestic momentum.

"The Seventh Highness can make this poem, it really makes me ashamed of myself."