"Why is there another song?"

"Do you write verses of this level in batches? How do you feel that writing poetry is easier than breathing. ”

"Fake, right? Fake, right? Am I dreaming? ”

"Hiss...... I'm gasping like crazy! It's almost turning into a hair dryer! ”

There was an uproar in the audience, and the noise gradually rose.

Everyone looked at the top floor of the elegant seat, which was high up, with an indifferent expression, dressed in brocade clothes, like the noble son of an immortal, and there was no trace of doubt and disbelief in their eyes at this time.

have come up with two poems in a row that are so shocking and peerless, what else do you need to prove?

Even if you want to buy this level of poetry, there is no place to buy it!

Who will sell!

Who dares to sell!

The mentality of the crowd has quietly undergone a slight change.

The cacophony of voices died down and fell silent again.

In the silence, someone suddenly spoke.

"Gone, right?? The prince has come up with two poems of this level, it should be gone, right?? ”

The man didn't speak loudly, but in the extremely silent Jade Pavilion at this time, it seemed so clear.

"I think it's gone...... someone said uncertainly.

There were only a few words of discussion.

"Is it enough? It's not enough, my boss has written a lot. ”

When Qiao Songshan heard this, he didn't say much, but still spoke calmly.

"People under the moon are infested, and a thousand carriages are swayed."

"Heavy is today, and there are no tears."

The crowd was stunned and dumbfounded.

Really?

Is there any?

Without waiting for them to react, he listened to Qiao Songshan read again:

"The west wind blows the guest robe, and the bright moon shines on the people."

"Infinite mountain meaning, fluttering to chase the boat."

Everyone's mouths were slightly open, their eyes were extremely round, and they froze in place like wooden people.

They hadn't digested the last exquisite poem, and another poem was thrown over.

smashed them all over the place and made them dizzy.

Qiao Songshan rubbed his chin while reading, and muttered to himself:

"Don't speak, huh, are you still not satisfied? You're quite demanding......"

"The moon rises on the east mountain, and the clouds open and the sky is clear."

"The night is cold and the road back is dark, and the spring old guest sails are light."

"Well, it doesn't seem to work, the poems written by the boss are too profound, I can't understand them."

"Yinhan crosses the autumn water, and the golden waves are soaked in the blue sky."

"Where is the jade wheel, the fairy is in the clouds."

"This should be about the same."

Qiao Songshan muttered to himself, and threw out a few poems that amazed them, but I don't know if it was because there were too many poems accepted at once.

I don't know when I started off the field, and there was no movement.

"I don't know the road in the world, but now I am downstream."

"The country is like a dream, and the wind and the moon are quiet."

"This is okay, the boss's poems are really well written."

Qiao Songshan read out another poem, and found that these people in the audience seemed to have become stones, and they didn't react at all.

The corners of Qiao Songshan's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't have much interest.

Qiao Songshan kept silent, and it took a long time for everyone in the audience to come back to their senses, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't dare to talk about anything anymore.

Many academy students now just want to kneel on the ground and beg Qiao Songshan to quickly receive his supernatural powers, and stop reading the poems written by Shizi.

Otherwise, their Dao hearts would have shattered at this time.

After decades of hard reading poetry and books, they only longed to write a good poem all their lives, but in the end, they may not be able to get their wish until they die.

But right......

In less than a cup of tea, the prince directly wrote five or six amazing poems!

If it weren't for Qiao Songshan's simplicity, the prince would not have taken out these poems!!

Many of these poems that the world is not very satisfied with are the existence that they can't dare to hope for in this life!!

What's so ......

The gap is too big!!

Where can I reason??

Qiao Songshan's eyes swept over the field, and when everyone was swept by Qiao Songshan's gaze, they all shrank their heads, avoided his gaze, and hurriedly covered their faces with the books in their hands.

I didn't dare to look directly at Qiao Songshan anymore.

Shameless!

"Shizi, the white girl has been waiting in the house for a long time, you can go in directly, if the white girl chooses the prince to be the guest of the scene, she is new to personnel, and I hope that the son will have more pity."

The red-clothed maid Red Candle saw that the Jade Pavilion was about to become Qiao Songshan's poetry contest, and hurriedly spoke at the right time, alleviating the embarrassing situation in the field.

The words of the maid in red brought the topic back on track, and many people breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

Now they just want to ask the prince to enjoy the joy of fish and water, and don't let Qiao Songshan recite poetry again.

Cheng Guang, who had been sitting quietly on the side with a calm face, just glanced at the shadow behind the screen in the central room, and after staring for a long time, a faint smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay."

Cheng Guang said softly, and then walked towards Bai Shuxuan's room.

At this time, many people already want to leave.

At the moment, everyone thinks that Bai Shuxuan will make Cheng Guang his guest of honor.

After all, in terms of identity, status, and talent, who can compare to him? ?

Many people don't have many regrets in their hearts.

Bai Shuxuan, such a beautiful Oiran who moved Kyoto, was won by the prince, and there was nothing unbalanced in their hearts.

Just as Cheng Guang slowly walked to the room where Bai Shuxuan was, Wen Qinghe, who was in a bit of a trance under the crowd, seemed to have just come back to his senses, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly asked aloud:

"Shizi!"

Cheng Guang's footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes glowing with dignity lowered and fell on Wen Qinghe's body.

"What?"

Wen Qinghe felt a lot of pressure under Cheng Guang's gaze, and beads of sweat like beans couldn't stop flowing down his forehead, but he still asked under pressure:

"Shizi, the first song to look at the bright moon, dare to ask, but it was made by Shizi? You said no, but I can't think of anyone else here who could write this poem. ”

Wen Qinghe is really puzzled!

His pride was trampled on nothing in front of Cheng Guang tonight.

was pressed under Cheng Guang, and he recognized it.

But he still couldn't understand one thing, that is, the first poem that Red Candle read out before - Wangli Ming.

Who did it?

If it is Cheng Guang, then there is no doubt.

But the prince did not admit that he had written the poem, if it were anyone else present......

Doesn't it mean that among all the people present, his poetry talent is not even ranked second??

Wen Qinghe looked nervously at Cheng Guang's expression, expecting his answer.

Hearing Wen Qinghe's question, the others in the Jade Pavilion were also curious, and they turned their eyes to Cheng Guang.

I saw Cheng Guang smile indifferently and replied casually: "You said that poem." ”

"I really didn't do it."

Cheng Guang did not directly say that the poem was written by Bai Shuxuan.

First, he had no evidence, who knew whether the handwriting of the scroll sent by the turtle slave was Bai Shuxuan's maid or her own.

Second, it doesn't do him the slightest benefit by doing this, and his current purpose is still to take revenge on this bad woman.

Although pouring dirty water on Bai Shuxuan now is relieving, his plan will inevitably be greatly affected.

And at this time.

Qiao Songshan still looked ignorant, but when he heard Wen Qinghe ask about the poem taken out by the turtle slave before, he suddenly felt bad.

He couldn't understand the quality of the poem, thinking that Wen Qinghe mentioned the poem at this time was very bad, after all, it was a poem taken out by the turtle slave, what good goods could there be.

For the sake of his own boss, Qiao Songshan decided to take all the "blame" on himself.

He patted his chest and said angrily: "What are you doing! Wen Qinghe, that broken poem was written by me! ”

"You're not convinced!?"

"I just wrote that broken poem, what do you think!"

He held his head high, and he looked like the person who wrote the broken poem, which was me.

The words fell, and the audience fell silent again.

Everyone looked at Qiao Songshan, who had a rough face and almost didn't have muscles on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

Many of their students were moved to tears on the spot.

If you want to say that their poetry can't compare to their handsome appearance, and the gentle and elegant son of the world, how can they not even compare to this stupid big man??

Wen Qinghe was even more like a lightning strike, the whole person was stunned in place, his face was pale, his body shook suddenly, and he almost fell directly to the ground.

The students around him hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, don't be angry."

"Are you alright?"

The voice of eager inquiry fell on Wen Qinghe's ears, but he didn't feel much warmth for a while, but his whole body was cold.

Last year, he was beaten by the prince and Qiao Songshan, but he never made him feel so cold.

"I'm the third...... Hehe...... I'm the third ......"

Wen Qinghe smiled miserably, looking at the immortal-like, peerless and extraordinary figure on the top floor, his heart was full of bitterness.

Don't be afraid that other people's status is higher than yours.

I'm afraid that while my status is higher than yours, my special talent is still higher than yours, and I work harder than you.

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[Note: Thank you for the 50,000 reward of the far-reaching endless boss!!! 】

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