After that, Qiao Songshan ignored the reaction of the audience and read directly:

"The night rain does not sleep, and the west wind blows the guest clothes."

Qiao Songshan spoke slowly, his voice loud.

He is tall, there is no trace of restraint and embarrassment in his eyes, he is calm and freehand, and he is obviously very confident in the poems written by Cheng Guang.

As soon as he spoke, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

Some martial artists who have never been interested in poetry couldn't help but look sideways when they heard the poems read out by Qiao Songshan.

Just listening to the opening sentence, there is a lonely and rainy night mood spreading, as if people are in a quiet place, standing alone in the rainstorm.

"This opening sentence is so extraordinary?"

"Hey, the words are just right, what's the next sentence?"

"Don't talk, listen quietly!"

Many students just heard this opening sentence, and they were stunned, and the whole person was like a lightning strike, and they were directly stunned in place, and then listened attentively.

In the crowd, when Wen Qinghe heard the first line of the poem that Qiao Songshan slowly recited, he obviously felt that the words and sentences of the poem and the artistic conception were just right.

Compared with the poems written by many academy students who have studied countless poetry books, they are also more spiritual.

"Shizi, this is ......"

"Could it be that he really knows how to compose poetry?"

Wen Qinghe muttered to himself, he didn't know why, just listening to the first sentence, he felt that the poem that Qiao Songshan read out at this time was very likely to be no worse than the "Wangli Ming" he took out before, and even a few points better.

At the same time.

The Emerald Pavilion is in the central room.

Bai Shuxuan's beautiful eyes were slightly stunned, and there were a few traces of surprise in his eyes.

"The son of this world...... Did you really write poetry? Qiao Songshan read this poem, could it really be that he wrote it?? ”

Bai Shuxuan was puzzled at first, after all, she had never heard of what poetry the prince would compose.

If Shizi really knew how to compose poetry, she would not have set up the current situation.

Bai Shuxuan thought that Qiao Songshan was just talking nonsense for Cheng Guang's sake of Cheng Guang's face, and dealt with things hastily.

In this way, it not only saves Cheng Guang's face, but also does not get discussed by others, which can be regarded as the best of both worlds.

But Bai Shuxuan listened carefully to Qiao Songshan's slow recitation, but when she heard the first sentence, she instinctively felt that this poem was not a work of nonsense.

Bai Shuxuan and Wen Qinghe thought of one place at this time, and they could feel it in their ignorance, and the poems that Qiao Songshan read at this time did not seem to be so simple.

Moreover...... Now there is no opportunity for the prince to buy poetry.

"Isn't he really a little literate?"

For some reason, Bai Shuxuan suddenly changed his opinion of Cheng Guang.

She didn't look down on Cheng Guang before, and only regarded him as a second ancestor, a gentleman.

With her means, taking down Cheng Guang is a matter of hand-to-hand capture.

Now look at ......

Instead, she was blind.

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When Qiao Songshan read the first sentence, the Jade Pavilion fell completely silent.

Everyone was quietly looking at the railing, and Cheng Guang, who was light and breezy, looked at him like a pilgrimage.

"The moon is bright and the mountains are quiet, and the sky is wide and the geese are quiet."

Qiao Songshan spoke slowly again.

The voice fell.

Pin drops can be heard in the field.

Get one’s dander up!!

Everyone's expressions slowly froze, and they all looked as if they had seen a ghost!!

Everyone in the entire Jade Pavilion has a certain understanding of poetry, even if it is a martial artist, they can roughly hear whether this poem is good or bad.

After listening to the whole poem, they were amazed that the poem that came out of the Qiao Song Pass was even better than the previous Wangli Ming.

You know, the prince has been under their attention just now, but there is no chance to buy another poem and come to the town temporarily.

Wufu, who usually doesn't like to read much, was also surprised by Cheng Guang's difference at this time.

Most of the eyes they looked at Cheng Guang contained a kind of meaning, everyone is a mother-in-law, how can you be secretly excellent alone.

Everyone looked at Cheng Guang in silence, and the meaning contained in their eyes was different.

A few breaths passed.

An uproar erupted in the arena.

"The night rain does not sleep, and the west wind blows the guest clothes."

"The moon is bright and the mountains are quiet, and the sky is wide and the geese are quiet."

"Shhh Wonderful~"

"Although I don't understand this poem, I feel very good."

"This poem is so well written, the moon is bright and the mountains are quiet, and the sky is wide and the geese are slight...... How did this head come up with it?! ”

"If it weren't for the fact that I had never heard of this poem, I am afraid that I would subconsciously think that this poem was also bought by Shizi from elsewhere."

"With such a good poem, who wants to sell it? In poems of this level, it is hard to buy! ”

"It's because we misunderstood the son, and the son seems to be just hiding it."

"Just this poem can prove the talent of the son, so why does the son of the world say that the previous poem was not written by him? With his talent, he still needs to buy poetry? ”

"I don't know, who knows what the son of the world thinks, maybe that poem is also made by the son, but I think it's not good, so I say it's not my own ......"

"Hey, you can still play like this??"

The crowd was amazed and talked about it.

Behind the screen, Bai Shuxuan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, his red lips pursed lightly, and he looked at Cheng Guang with complicated eyes, and he couldn't think of why he was able to write such good poems for a while.

Why didn't she take it out at first, but instead used the poems she sent.

If his previous poem was bought by the prince, others would still be able to believe it, but this poem, which even the Great Confucians may not be able to compose, can be measured by money.

Just making this poem is enough to be rich and rich in this life, and he will be regarded as a guest of honor by the Great Zhou Academy!

"Could it be that he is really so talented, can I see it?"

Bai Shuxuan's beautiful eyes were lowered, and his emotions were complicated.

If she had known that Cheng Guang had a talent for poetry, she would never have pushed the situation to such a point to give Cheng Guang a chance to appear in front of the people.

In the crowd, Wen Qinghe listened to Qiao Songshan's poems, his face changed, he was entangled, puzzled, and sour, and finally his face became unwilling.

He thought that he was the most talented in poetry among all the people here!

Even if he is a noble prince, it is impossible for anyone to compare with him in the way of poetry!

But......

Not to mention the poem that Shizi took out before, just looking at the poem that Shizi took out at this time is enough to crush all his previous poems!

His title as the first poet of the Great Zhou Academy, now that he looks at it, it seems to be a joke!

That's it, he is still a student who has been praised by Confucianism......

In this regard, he is still a talent that the college is proud of......

Wen Qinghe didn't dare to imagine that if the prince entered the academy, he was afraid that those great Confucians would lick their faces and beg the prince, asking the prince to enter and ask to be their disciple.

Wen Qinghe was uncomfortable, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

And, sour!

In the Jade Pavilion, after Qiao Songshan finished reading the poem, after a short uproar, everyone looked at Qiao Songshan with an incomparably complex gaze, envious, puzzled, confused, and doubtful about life.

For Qiao Songshan to be able to recite such amazing verses, he felt extremely envious, and he was directly sour!

The air re-solidified for a moment, and it was extremely quiet.

In this strange situation, everyone thought that Cheng Guanghui would just step into Bai Shuxuan's room and enjoy the joy of fish and water, but they didn't expect that Qiao Songshan would slowly speak again.

"Why don't you talk anymore, do you think this poem written by my boss is not good? It doesn't matter, my boss has another one. ”

"The mountains are quiet and the moon is open, and the stream is cold and the water is calm."

"The shadow of the moon reflects the clear waves, and the sound of the wind shakes the dream boat."

It was another astonishing poem, unhurriedly spit out from the Qiao Song Pass.

One word and one bead, the words are like a giant drum and thunder.

Everyone in the venue, except for Qiao Songshan, a stupid big man who has no heart and no lungs, is admiring his boss with a smile.

Everyone, including Bai Shuxuan and Wen Qinghe, almost couldn't hold back at this moment, their expression management was directly out of control, and the corners of their mouths were twitching wildly.

Many college students, the scholars almost didn't cry.

I don't think your poem is good!

It's not so uncomfortable for you to scold me directly!

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