Shui Ruhua nodded, then walked to Yan Yu and asked, "Yan Gongzi, you said that this Mo Gongzi's poems were not written by him, then do you have any evidence?"

At this time, Xue Xue and Qin Lang, who had just seen Yan Yu jump out to make things difficult for Chu Mo on the second floor, also hurriedly ran to the high platform on the first floor and stood with Chu Mo.

Especially when it snowfell, he immediately scolded violently: "You said that this poem was not written by my son-in-law, do you have any evidence?

Yan Yu's eyes swept over Xue Xue a few times, revealing a hint of greed, and then smiled at the literati around him: "What evidence do you need for this? You are all famous talents in Kyoto, have you ever heard of such a number one person as Mo Chu?"

As he spoke, Yan Yu's face suddenly changed, and he pointed at Chu Mo angrily in an aggravated tone: "This person is unknown, how can he write such a good sentence for the ages?

Suddenly, there was an uproar outside the venue, and they all felt that what Yan Yu said was very reasonable.

Yan Yu also showed a smile of victory.

Seeing his smug look, Xue Xue suddenly stopped fighting, and was about to go up to slap Yanyu with his fist, and scolded angrily: "You villain, you dare to slander my son-in-law in public, see if I don't tear up your stinky mouth today!"

Qin Lang was afraid that she would be impulsive, so he hurriedly stopped the snowfall and persuaded: "Jiang Gongzi, now all this is just a side of the Yanyu, if you really beat that Yanyu, not to mention that the Yanguo Guild will not be held accountable afterwards, just today's matter, Brother Mo will not want to raise his head in Kyoto again in the future." ”

But he dared to slander Childe...... "The snow still refuses to stop."

Chu Mo had no choice but to glare at her and said solemnly, "Stand down." ”

Then, he walked straight to Yan Yu and said with a faint smile: "Yan Gongzi thinks that the poems below are fraudulent, so why don't we change the topic and try again?"

"Okay, that's what you said. Yan Yu sneered, immediately responded, and said: "I will decide the topic, if you win, I will have no objections." If you lose, I want you to get out of Kyoto, and you won't be able to set foot in Kyoto for half a step in your life!"

"Okay, that's a deal. Chu Mo smiled faintly.

Qin Lang's face changed, and he hurriedly persuaded: "Brother Mo, think twice!"

Chu Mo turned around and waved his hand at him, signaling that he didn't have to worry, and then turned to Yan Yu and said, "Young Master Yan, please ask for a question!"

Yan Yu looked proud, but first shouted to the audience around him: "Please also give me a testimony to Zaixia, if the question is later, Zai is better than this Mo Gongzi, please follow Zaixia and blast this person out of the Tianren Pavilion!"

"Rory, it's a wordy, hurry up and get the question out. Snowfall urged.

"Are you anxious to see your son-in-law make a fool of himself?" Yan Yu smiled proudly, and then walked a few steps on the stage before saying, "How about we write a poem on the theme of 'snow'?"

"Okay!" Chu Mo replied with a smile, "Then ask the banquet boy to write your poem first." ”

"It's only fair that we write at the same time!"

Yan Yu pointed to the table on the stage and said to Chu Mo, and then when he walked past Chu Mo, he sneered at him: "Boy, you will lose this time!"

Seeing that he was so victorious, Chu Mo had already expected that he should have written a poem about 'snow' early on, and he was also very confident in his poem, which made him look so confident.

It's a pity that Chu Mo now has 300 Tang poems hidden in his stomach. How many famous poems from ancient and modern times are firmly recorded in Chu Mo's mind, and he can definitely shock the audience and defeat Yanyu if he takes out a random one, of course.

At that moment, Chu Mo picked up the pen and quickly wrote a poem on the paper.

Yan Yu glanced at him, showing a face full of disdain, and secretly said proudly: "In such a short period of time, no matter how good your writing is, you will definitely not be able to write any good poems!"

After the two of them stopped writing at the same time, they each held up their own poems and showed them to the upstairs and downstairs audiences for them to evaluate.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow!"

Shui Ruhua couldn't help nodding in admiration while reading Chu Mo's poem.

When Qin Lang saw this, he was also immediately overjoyed: "Brother Mo, this poem of yours is really a quatrain for the ages! Wonderful, it's just wonderful, I'm afraid even those scholars of Wenyuan Pavilion can't write such good poems!"

When those viewers saw it, they also fell to Chu Mo's side, and the victory or defeat was immediately apparent.

Yan Yu also knew that his poem was not as good as Chu Mo's, and he immediately said angrily: "This kid is cheating, he is cheating, at his age, how can he write such an eternal quatrain, he must have plagiarized someone else's poem!"

As soon as he heard this, Chu Mo was speechless.

This guy, is there an end?

"Hahahaha!"

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter from the side, and a young boy walked up to the stage and said disdainfully to Yan Yu: "I said Yan Gongzi, you said that this Mo Gongzi's poems were copied from others, what proof do you have? Or are these two poems he wrote, have they appeared in what books?"

Just because it doesn't appear in the book doesn't mean he wrote it. Yan Yu quibbled.

The boy shook his head again and smiled bitterly: "Then you say, who wrote these two poems?"

"In short, he definitely didn't write it, he couldn't have written such a good poem. Yan Yu pointed at Chu Mo and said angrily.

The young man closed the paper fan in his hand and said with a faint smile: "Banquet boy, most of the good sentences for the ages are made on a whim." Our Royal Highness the Prince, who has been confused for more than ten years, can write poems at one time and write such famous sentences as "Compassion for Nong" and "Man Jianghong", why can't this Mo Gongzi write such poems? Isn't it that Yan Gongzi also thinks that the two poems of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are also plagiarized?"

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense. Yan Yu hurriedly explained.

After being silent for a moment, Yan Yu knew that the king of poetry had nothing to do with him today, and seeing that Chu Mo still had so many people to help him, he didn't bother to continue arguing.

After glaring at the young man fiercely and snorting coldly, Yan Yu left the Heavenly Pavilion with a few entourage.

After seeing them leave, Chu Mo frowned, stepped forward and thanked: "Thank you for this son's help, I don't know what to call the son?"

Before the young man could answer, Qin Lang rushed over and introduced to Chu Mo: "Young Master Mo, this is Zhao Ziyun, the second son of the Zhao State Mansion, and he is also a friend of the lower ranks. Brother Zhao, this is the Mo Chu Mo son I mentioned to you before and who once helped me. ”