In the Jinluan Palace, Zhou Weiqing’s taunts echoed!
Chu Yanwu couldn't help but glared at Master Cen again, looking at your stupid move? It is simply a big joke to let a eunuch compete with poetry immortals!
However, in the Golden Palace, Xiao Chen looked at Zhou Weiqing with a smile, "This must be Special Envoy Zhou, but I don't know...which one is the Poet Immortal?"
On the way here, he had already learned what happened from the mouth of the little eunuch who led the way.
Knowing that Da Chu is being plotted, this competition is extremely important!
If it were to be replaced by another eunuch, I'm afraid there is really no way, but he is Xiao Chen, from the 21st century, who has received nine years of compulsory education, how about poetry? Isn’t this looking for abuse?
"Are you really going to humiliate yourself?"
Zhou Weiqing sneered, "But you are not worthy of meeting Shixian! Let's write a poem that is better than Shixian first."
Xiao Chen raised his eyes slightly, exhaled a breath, smiled and said, "I would like to hear the details."
Zhou Weiqing raised his head with an extremely arrogant expression as he recited a poem:
"Thousands of doors will be unlocked and thousands of lights will be lit, and the Imperial Capital will be opened on May 28th."
"Three hundred ladies were dancing with sleeves, and the sky was filled with the sound of lyrics!"
hiss!
When the last word fell, even after listening to the entire poem for the second time, the eyes of the civil and military officials of the Chu Manchu Dynasty could not hide their shock!
For a moment, there was a sound of words in the sky!
How crazy is this? How proud?
This is the Immortal of Poetry, the immortal who stands on the top of the world's poetry circle and overlooks the world!
"How is it? Father-in-law, what do you want to say?"
Zhou Weiqing looked at Xiao Chen with disdain. When he recited the poem for the first time, in this court, no matter the great scholar like Mr. Cen, or the number one scholar who once shocked the capital with his poems, they didn't even have the courage to compose a poem!
This time, there won’t be any surprises!
The eyes of Chu Yanwu, Cen Fuzi and others also showed dejection, and they called Xiao Chen... maybe he was ill and sought medical treatment.
It is true that Xiao Chen is quite accomplished in couplets.
But writing poems and couplets are not the same thing.
"Okay, Xiao Chen, please step back first..."
Chu Yanwu waved his hand, and just wanted Xiao Chen to step back, but Xiao Chen took a step forward, his body as straight as a sword, an arrogant air aroused wantonly, and he looked up to the sky and laughed, "This is what is called A poem written by a poet?"
"Is this... worthy of Chen being called the Immortal of Poetry?!"
boom!
One sentence exploded in everyone's minds.
The entire Jinluan Palace was completely silent!
Everyone looked at Xiao Chen, dumbfounded.
Do you know what you are talking about? That is a poet, that is a poem that can be passed down from generation to generation!
"Xiao Chen! Stop talking nonsense!"
An old man walked out from among the ministers and reprimanded sternly, "You are a slave, how dare you humiliate Shixian? You are not afraid of being laughed at if you speak so brazenly!"
Xiao Chen looked at the old man and felt that he looked familiar, so he asked, "Are you always here?"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "I'm Zhou Tianfu!"
Depend on!
It turns out it’s you old dog!
Knowing that he was an old enemy, Xiao Chen sneered and said, "Oh, it's Prime Minister Zhou. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were the special envoy of Qi State. That's disrespectful!"
"you!"
A hint of murderous intent flashed through Zhou Tianfu's turbid eyes.
No one in this court dared to speak to me like this, not even Chu Yanwu!
"What are you? Aren't you just writing poetry? Are you still in the mood for lyrics? Today, I will show you what poetry is! What is madness! What is arrogance!"
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and at this moment, his whole body seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of the poem he was about to write.
These are the treasures of China in the past life!
Making his first appearance in another world, Xiao Chen poured all his emotions and spirit into it!
"After today, everyone in the world will know that the entire Qi State is not as good as a slave or eunuch in the Great Chu Palace!"
"After today, I want this name of Poet Immortal to change its owner!"
Xiao Chen raised his eyes, showing his arrogance, which shocked everyone present!
Zhou Weiqing's pupils shrank, and he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
However, at this moment, there was no foreign object in Xiao Chen's eyes, only a long roar!
"Everyone, please listen to the poetry!"
"Mulan's Tangsha boat, with jade flutes and golden tubes sitting at both ends."
"Put a thousand dendrobiums in a bottle of fine wine, and carry prostitutes wherever they go."
After reciting two lines of poetry, a smile appeared on Zhou Weiqing's face, and all the worries in his heart disappeared. He thought you had some ability, but it turned out to be just a small talent...
"This poem is full of poetry and wine, and extremely entertaining of sound and color. It is considered good in ordinary times, but it is a pity that it is still not worth mentioning in front of the poetry immortal."
Zhou Weiqing smiled lightly, the overall situation was decided!
"well……"
The civil and military officials of the Chu and Manchu dynasties not only shook their heads in disappointment, but also had some expectations in their hearts for the person recommended by Master Cen.
Judging from these two poems, Xiao Chen is indeed very talented, but as Zhou Weiqing said, he is too far behind the poetry immortal!
Chu Yanwu's face turned completely dark, and he was about to reprimand him, but at this moment, the sound of poetry recited started again!
"The immortal wants to ride on the yellow crane, but the sea traveler has no intention of following the white gull."
"Qu Ping's poems and poems hang over the sun and the moon, and the Chu king's terrace is empty on the hills!"
The words fell to the ground.
The artistic conception of the whole poem has reached a new level, showing boldness and arrogance!
Zhou Weiqing's expression suddenly tightened, and he stared at Xiao Chen. This poem... was actually not finished yet!
Behind Zhou Weiqing, an old man who was over sixty years old but with fair hair and a childlike face suddenly had a gleam in his eyes!
next moment!
Xiao Chen curled his lips and chanted the remaining four sentences in one breath!
"The five mountains are shaken when I write in high spirits, and the poem becomes the smiling and proud Ling Cangzhou."
"Famous, wealthy, and honorable...if it lasts forever, the Han River should also flow northwest!"
When the words are spoken, the poem is completed!
A majestic air is coming!
The five mountains are shaken when the pen is written in high spirits, and the poem becomes the smiling and proud Ling Cangzhou!
How proud this is! How crazy!
At this moment, everyone understood why Xiao Chen dared to say that Shixian was not as good as himself!
Comparing the two poems, the difference is obvious!
Chu Yanwu suddenly sat up from the dragon chair, looking very excited, "Okay! Hahaha! What a poem!!"
Master Cen was also so excited that his whole body couldn't help but tremble. He looked at Xiao Chen and was astonished, "It's more than just a good poem. This is simply a famous poem through the ages. In this world... No! Looking at ancient and modern times, no one can do it." Comparable!"
"The five mountains are shaken when the pen is written in high spirits, and the poems are completed with a smile on Ling Cangzhou... Hahaha! What about the Poetry Immortal? Can the Poetry Immortal be so arrogant?"
All the officials in the Jinluan Palace were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
On the other hand, the Qi delegation was like eggplants beaten by frost, all of them were gone, and their faces were extremely ugly.
Who would have thought that a eunuch could really outperform the Shixian!
This is completely unreasonable!
At this time, Xiao Chen, who was under the spotlight of everyone, also recovered from the artistic conception of the poem, and looked at the Qi delegation playfully, "How do you think? Are you convinced? Do you want to admit defeat, so as not to... take it for yourself? disgrace?"
