Liu Juren's palms were already sweating. He only had the last sentence left in his hand. Once he made it, it would mean there would be no winner. Next, it was Qin Feng's turn to pose the question.
However, facing so many pairs of eyes, Liu Juren had no choice but to bite the bullet and read out his trump card: "The green rain and red trees all reflect the spring..."
boom……
There was thunderous applause at the scene. No one knew Liu Juren's complicated mood at this time. They only felt that this order was a joy.
The women gathered outside the door had admiration in their eyes.
"Wow, Liu Lang is too strong. Even facing Qin Feng, he can do it with ease. It seems that there is no need for anyone else to appear in today's burning incense literary world."
"You're right...Liu Lang alone is enough."
"After today, even if Liu Lang loses, it will be enough to create a good story."
"Why can't you win? I think Liu Lang will definitely win! Don't forget, Liu Lang started first, he composed four sentences, while Qin Feng only composed three sentences, Liu Lang has already won."
"Don't worry, there is no winner in the first game. Next, it's Qin Feng's turn to choose a topic. This time, he has to write four sentences."
"Although I don't think there is a need to waste time, Qin Feng will definitely lose, but in order to see Liu Lang's brilliant literary talent, let's wait a little longer."
The people who were there to join in the fun looked at Qin Feng with pride in their eyes, but Liu Juren was the only one with sweaty palms.
After all, only Liu Juren knew best how terrifying Qin Feng's poetic attainments were.
Despite his calculations, Qin Feng easily dealt with it. Liu Lang knew that he had lost, but facing so many pairs of eyes, he could only hold on.
Qin Feng still downplayed it and didn't take this incense-burning literary world seriously at all.
"Haha, since thousands of people in Dadi yearn for the spring breeze and are afraid of the severe cold, then I will use the word 'winter' as the title."
He knew Beidi's weaknesses but wanted to rub salt into the wounds. It was Qin Feng as expected!
Everyone present despised and despised him.
What's more, he just threw up his sleeves and yelled: "Humph, Qin's thieves are determined to destroy me, Dadi!"
Qin Feng ignored the resentful looks around him and said with a smile: "According to the rules, it is my turn to start, so I will say, there is no ice in the winter well."
Qin Feng made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Liu Juren should not be stingy with his words and just slap him in the face.
Liu Juren originally thought that Qin Feng would not be able to survive the first game, so he did not prepare for the second game at all, and there was no way to prepare. After all, Qin Feng set the question for the second game. Even if he had a clever plan, he could not count on Qin Feng. thoughts.
winter……
In the response verse, the second word must be the word winter.
Under the excited gazes of everyone, Liu Juren swallowed his saliva wildly, his brain worked to the extreme, and finally after a cup of tea, he had an idea.
"Early winter twenty-fifth..."
Hearing Liu Juren's response, all the women present applauded, but some scholars frowned slightly and couldn't help but began to whisper.
"It's taken me so long not to mention it. It would be fine if it were included in a poem, but if I mention it on its own, I feel... it's almost meaningless."
"Yes, it's a bit far-fetched."
Except for those nymphomaniacs who were dazzled by Liu Juren's appearance, all the literati present knew in their hearts that Liu Juren had already lost in the first round of the game.
It depends on how Qin Feng behaves next.
As expected, Qin Feng still blurted out without even thinking: "I'm afraid there will be no snow in winter."
No one applauded in the entire picture scroll building, but the look in Qin Feng's eyes became more and more solemn, because Qin Feng answered too quickly, and when it came to the quality of his poems, he left Liu Juren far behind.
For a moment, the eyes of everyone present were focused on Liu Juren.
Liu Juren's palms were sweating, he gritted his teeth and thought hard.
"And...and it's winter this year."
Liu Juren came up with the answer, but the quality was not satisfactory, and it took nearly a stick of incense.
All the literati have already shaken their heads.
Qin Feng grinned: "You only need three feet to study."
Feeling Qin Feng's confident smile, Liu Juren was completely panicked. Although with his poetry and prose skills, he could piece together this last sentence even if he was stubborn, but if the quality was not enough, he could only rely on quantity. , will only be disgusting.
But how could he produce high-quality poetry in such a short period of time?
After trying a cup of tea, Liu Juren felt confused and couldn't figure it out at all, so he could only admit defeat.
"Qin... The Marquis of Qin is very talented in literature, Liu is willing to be defeated."
As soon as these words came out, the women outside the door were all stunned. They did not expect that Liu Juren would lose to Qin Feng, and they even took the initiative to admit defeat...
"This...how is this possible? Liu Lang actually lost to Qin Feng?"
"Can it be said that even Liu Lang is not Qin Feng's opponent?"
"Hmph, so what if we lose? Liu Lang is still young, and being able to play against Qin Feng until now is already a good story."
A good story? What a hair!
Qin Feng sneered in his heart. These people were all holding their thoughts to see him make a fool of himself. How could he be polite?
Qin Feng did not rush to the next level, but looked at Liu Juren with deep meaning.
"Liu Juren, don't cheat in games from now on. It's not fun."
As soon as these words came out, Liu Juren's face turned pale instantly, but the literati and women present became angry and pointed at Qin Feng and shouted loudly.
"You Qin Feng, you win when you win, why are you so arrogant? You actually slander someone's innocence."
"That's right, although Liu Lang is not as good as you, he can't commit cheating."
"Qin Feng, please say this clearly, otherwise... you won't be able to leave!"
Faced with everyone's accusations, Qin Feng shrugged disapprovingly: "The first game was titled Spring, and the poems written by Liu Juren were of good quality. Why was there so much difference in the second game, and even the poem "Early Winter" was written? A bastard poem like Fifteen? Haha, is it possible that I was prepared for the first game but unprepared for the second game?"
After hearing these words, everyone present was speechless.
Liu Juren was sweating profusely. He knew that this matter was related to his reputation.
Just as he was about to defend himself, he saw Qin Feng directly complete the last line of the second round.
"Since Liu Juren can't do it, then I will help you."
"Winter is beginning in the brilliant Pleiades!"
Liu Juren couldn't help but take a step back. His eyes were full of shock. He knew that Qin Feng couldn't cheat, but why could he talk it out so easily?
Could it be that...the gap is really that big?
The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.
Qin Feng felt that it was not enough, and said with a chuckle: "We already have spring and winter, why not make up for autumn and summer as well, so that the four seasons are always there, which is a good year!"
"Natsuki is so yin and lovely."
"Winter and summer share frost and snow."
"There is no summer for silkworms, weaving mulberry trees to fill the village."
"Hu Feng springs up in spring and summer!"
"The people in the courtyard are quiet and the summer is over."
"The fallen pines grow in the cold summer."
"Winter thunder shakes the memory of midsummer!"
Qin Feng finished all the seven sentences about "Xia" in one breath, without any pause, and everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.
The look in Qin Feng's eyes no longer contained any resentment, but was full of surprise.
It’s not over yet!
