Chapter 778 Do you care?

Style: Historical Author: Dreaming about mountains and riversWords: 2092Update Time: 24/01/12 05:15:33
The scholar in Tsing Yi didn't believe it, Qin Feng was really a literary star who came down to earth, and his words were well-spoken.

"Winter is about to come, and the weather will be cold and freezing. People are looking forward to the warmer spring in the coming year. If you write a poem on the spot with the theme of 'Spring Rain', I will really admire you."

"With Marquis Qin's talent and learning, it won't take long. Is one stick of incense enough?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi sneered faintly. He just wrote a poem on snow. It is undeniable that Qin Feng does have some talent, but the poem about snow is enough to disrupt his thinking. If he then writes poems on other themes, he will definitely be frustrated.

The scholar in Tsing Yi knew that he couldn't help Qin Feng, but he wanted to suppress Qin Feng's confidence and let him enter the Picture Scroll Building. When he faced a real talent and beauty, the pressure only increased.

The people who were there to join in the fun all shook their heads, thinking that Qin Feng would definitely not be able to do it.

As a result, Qin Feng shrugged: "One stick of incense? Why does it take so long for just a poem?"

"listen."

"Spring rain is as precious as oil, and it rains all over the street. If you fall down, you will kill a herd of cows."

It's still a limerick, it's still easy to read without any pressure.

The scholar in Tsing Yi had a gloomy expression on his face. Only at this moment did he realize that asking Qin Feng to make things difficult for him was tantamount to playing a big trick in front of Guan Gong.

It turns out that I am the clown...

The people around him looked at Qin Feng with changing eyes. Although their resentment remained undiminished, they understood that Qin Feng's talent and learning were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

For a time, everyone present could hear whispers.

"It would not be difficult to compose a limerick at random, but Qin Feng composed two poems in one go, and they fit the title, which is extraordinary."

"Sure enough, if you want to defeat Qin Feng, you still need the young masters of Yucheng to take action!"

"Why are you panicking? I...I don't believe that he can keep doing it. Even if Wenquxing comes to earth, there will definitely be times when his literary thoughts are exhausted!"

"That's right. The scholar in green is nothing. The real talents and beauties are all waiting in the Picture Scroll Building."

Qin Feng ignored the comments around him and looked at the scholar in Tsing Yi with a smile: "Can I go in now? If you are not convinced, I will give you ten or eight more songs, that's okay."

The scholar in Tsing Yi was so depressed that he wanted to die, but when he heard this, he laughed and said with disdain and ridicule: "The Marquis of Qin is also a person who likes to brag."

"Eight out of ten poems? Haha, do you think you are a poet? If you can make three more poems, I will kneel down and kowtow to you!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but sneer: "This is what you said."

Under the questioning gaze of everyone, Qin Feng slowly turned around and looked at the various people present with a calm expression on his face.

"I heard that Beidi is good at cooking meat? Then I will write a song about meat."

"The absence of bamboo makes people sober, and the absence of meat makes people thin. It is not vulgar but not thin, braised pork with bamboo shoots."

"Braised Pork with Bamboo Shoots" was created by Su Dongpo, the No. 1 foodie of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Seeing Qin Feng casually compose a rhyming and antithetical limerick, the onlookers' mouths gradually grew bigger.

It wasn't over yet, Qin Feng turned around and pointed at the picture scroll building in front of him.

"One punch smashed the picture volume building, and one kick knocked over Saibeizhou. There is a view in front of me, but Qin Hou wrote a poem on it."

Qin Feng directly replaced "Inscription on the Yellow Crane Tower" by the poet Li Bai with Huijuan Tower, and it became his own poem. As a poetry tailor, Qin Feng was so shameless that sometimes even he felt ashamed.

The people who were waiting for Qin Feng to make a fool of themselves were shocked.

Although the poems written by Qin Feng were all limericks, which were not elegant, they had never seen anyone in their lives who could write four limericks with rhyming contrasts and different themes in one breath.

At this moment, Qin Feng turned around and pointed at the inscriptions on the wall of Huijuan Building, which were all calligraphy left by the literati in the city.

Qin Feng did not hide the disdain in his eyes: "There is so much bullshit on the pink and white wall that it can't be written into poems or songs. If you have real talent and learning, why didn't you pass the exam back then?"

The scene was silent, and everyone looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.

When Qin Feng turned to look at the scholar in Tsing Yi, he saw that boy, how could he still be as arrogant as before? His face was as pale as paper, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Seeing that the scholar in Tsing Yi was trying to cheat again, Ning Hu's eyes widened, and with such powerful evil power, the scholar in Tsing Yi was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He didn't dare to hesitate any more and knelt down with a thud.

He kowtowed three times to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng raised his head and smiled, ignoring the humiliated scholar in Tsing Yi who wanted to die and the confused people around him, and strode into the picture scroll building.

At this time, the atmosphere in the lobby on the first floor seemed a little gloomy.

Just because Qin Feng wrote five limericks in one breath outside, everyone saw it. He was clearly planning to make Qin Feng lose face today, so why did this guy take the opportunity to show off?

Not only was everyone confused, but even Jing Ci, who was sitting in the elegant room of the restaurant and witnessed the entire passage through the window, was a little caught off guard.

"Good... what a sharp fang. It seems that this Qin Feng is not a person seeking fame and reputation. There is indeed some ink in his stomach."

"The white dog's body is swollen again, and the picture scroll building is smashed with one punch... Oh my god, it is obviously extremely vulgar, but it is also catchy."

Qi Ya on the side bit her thin lips and comforted in a low voice: "Your Highness, don't panic, limericks will never reach the level of elegance."

"With all the talented people gathering in this Huijuan Building, Qin Feng will surely stumble!"

After hearing this, Jing Ci felt a little relieved and said with emotion: "That's right, as the saying goes, three cobblers are equal to Zhuge Liang. Even if Qin Feng is eight fights high, he can't withstand a wheel battle."

Since this place is not the main road in the city and the streets are very narrow, Jing Ci can have a panoramic view of what is happening in the picture scroll building just by sitting by the window of the restaurant.

At the same time, waves of contempt and ridicule could be heard in the lobby on the first floor.

The literati gathered at the scene all scorned Qin Feng's "talent and learning".

"Haha, I didn't expect that the Marquis of Qin could be so witty and like to write some vulgar limericks. I'm afraid it's not worthy of his status, right?"

"If the Marquis of Qin only has this little ink, then don't compete. Comparing is a waste of time."

Facing the ridicule of the talented scholars, Qin Feng stretched himself and said lazily: "I can compose whatever poems I like. Do you care?"

At this moment, a soft hum sounded.

Standing in the crowd was a young man in white clothes. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old. He looked quite gentle, but he looked at Qin Feng with extremely contemptuous eyes.

"What a strong tone. I hope Qin Hou will show his real skills later, and don't just practice lip service."

As soon as these words came out, bursts of cheers came from outside the door?

Qin Feng turned around and saw many women gathered outside the door. They looked at the young man in white with admiration in their eyes.

"As expected of Liu Lang, he is so impressive at such a young age. He is worthy of being one of the most promising talents in Yucheng!"