"As the great river goes to the east, the waves are swept away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. To the west of the fortress, the way of humanity is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms."
"I think back to Gong Jin's time when Xiao Qiao was married and in full bloom."
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"Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river."
A song called Niannu Jiao came and resounded throughout the Orchid Garden.
At this moment, whether it was Chu Liuyun who was in charge, or Ru Qing, the Zhou brothers and sisters, as well as the disciples of the north and south saints, they were all stunned and dumbfounded.
In a trance, everyone saw a hero with a feather fan and turban on the cliff shore, with the waves surging into the sky. His oars and oars disappeared into ashes while talking and laughing, and beside him was a stunning beauty, looking down at this great country.
After finishing the poem, Lanting was silent, and everyone had a look of intoxication on their faces.
Xu Ruqing finally came to his senses first, staring at Zhao An with a pair of wonderful eyes, filled with endless shock and endless admiration.
She had always known that Mr. Zhou was brilliant in literature and unrestrained, but she didn't expect that even though she was mentally prepared, she would still be shocked to the point of trembling in her heart.
What a stunning talent, what a heroic spirit!
Gradually, more and more people came to their senses.
Zhou Ying opened her mouth wide and looked at Zhao An blankly. Her small mouth could almost fit an egg.
Even Zhou Qing, who didn't understand poetry, fell into a long silence after listening to this Niannujiao song.
Looking at Xu Ruqing with gleaming beautiful eyes, he secretly clenched his fists.
This person is his fierce enemy!
"Mr. Zhou, you are really talented and amazing."
Chu Liuyun kept shaking his head, then closed his poem and tore it into pieces.
There is no need to compare. This song today is destined to be remembered forever, and why should he humiliate himself? Anyway, Zhao An completely pressed the Southern Holy Gate to the ground and rubbed it.
Suddenly, Shou Yuncai asked with an ugly face: "Sir, we are competing for poetry, not lyrics! And who are Gong Jin and Xiao Qiao mentioned in your poem? And what period is the Three Kingdoms! Why are we I don’t know! You made it up to lie!”
Everyone was slightly startled, and then started talking.
Yes, they have never heard of the Three Kingdoms, let alone Gong Jin and Xiao Qiao. They must be fabricated.
Guang Hanzhi lowered his head and said nothing.
He has not yet recovered from Nian Nujiao's mood, but he knows that no matter what, he is defeated. He is manipulated by someone with only one hand. The two sides are not on the same level at all. In front of Mr. Zhou, he feels like a three-year-old child. , ignorant and ridiculous.
Zhao An ignored everyone's doubts, bent down and poured a glass of wine, and said calmly to Shou Yuncai who was gritting his teeth: "Brother Shoucai, don't you accept it?"
puff!
Everyone almost spit out their wine.
Damn Brother Shoucai, isn’t the material for his longevity a coffin board?
Shou Yun was stimulated and stood up, his face full of shame and anger, "Mr. Zhou, how can you make up something casually and become a poem?"
"Haha, why not? Writing poetry means using your imagination to describe it with words and sentences. You can't do that."
"Zhou Huang!"
"Don't yell. If you think the lyrics are not good, I can write another poem. Who told you that there was no Three Kingdoms period in ancient times? It was a forgotten ancient era that few people know about. If you are interested, I can tell you about it. speak."
Zhao An insisted on suppressing the Nansheng Gate today to let them know who has the final say in this capital.
"Okay, sir, tell me."
Without waiting for Zhou Cai to answer, Xu Ruqing and Zhou Ying spoke almost at the same time, then looked at each other and quickly separated their eyes.
Now Zhou Ying has regarded Zhao An as a real opponent. The contempt in her bright eyes is gone, but the hostility is still there.
Seeing that everyone was interested, Zhao An walked around the orchid court holding a wine glass and started chatting.
"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."
Zhao An casually recited Linjiang Immortal, with such forceful momentum that he almost made Shou Yuncai autistic!
Fortunately, he just said that people made up history. If it was made up, wouldn't it mean that others recited it casually and it was quatrains.
He is indeed unworthy, not even qualified to carry someone's shoes.
In the following time, Zhao An told everyone about that magnificent era with numerous heroes based on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Everyone listened quietly, as if they were listening to a book from heaven.
Many people gathered outside Lanting without realizing it, all with their ears pricked up, even Prince Ning and Chu Xiaoxiao were among them.
They looked at Zhao An in surprise, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Why is such a history with so many outstanding people unknown to everyone, but everyone is so alive.
In fact, Zhao An, like many young people in the original world, likes to watch the Three Kingdoms. The overall context is similar enough to be fascinating.
For a whole hour, Zhao An spoke vividly and cadences about the Battle of Wancheng, where the wife Cao sadly lost her eldest son and her beloved general.
Everyone grinned when they heard this.
Zhao An used the guqin that Xu Ruqing kept at the Literary Society and played the song "Ode to the Water" by himself.
"I am a wandering person who has experienced hardships in my life. I met you when I was out of chaos, and I am grateful for your kindness."
The huge orchid courtyard was immersed in sad music and singing, and the girls couldn't help but take on Zou's place and burst into tears.
The men all took the role of wife Cao, and felt an inexplicable sadness pouring into their hearts that could not be resolved.
After a long time, the music faded away.
No one spoke, everyone looked at Zhao An as if they were looking at a monster.
How could there be such an amazing and talented person in the world? He could just recite ancient quatrains casually, but he was also proficient in music and could even tell stories. He could just compose music for characters.
It’s so off the mark!
"Everyone, are you satisfied?" Zhao An pressed the strings and scanned the audience with a smile.
Everyone came back to their senses and clapped wildly, unable to conceal their excitement and admiration.
The girls clapped hard with tears in their eyes, their little hands turned red, and their pretty faces were filled with only admiration.
If they can marry such a talented person, their life will be in vain.
As for Shou Yuncai, he lowered his head and became completely mute.
Is he comparing his head to it?
He can't even compare to one of Zhou Huang's toes. That's what people call great talents, but he's just a longevity talent at best.
Little did he know that Guang Hanzhi, one of the two heroes, was in the same mood. An unprecedented sense of frustration made him endlessly silent.
For many years, he has been praised and respected in the south, and he calls himself the number one talent of the younger generation.
As a result, it was only when I arrived in the capital that I realized what it meant to have people outside the world.
With Zhou Huang here, how can the Southern Holy Sect suppress the Cui family?
Just a dream.
Not only Guang Hanzhi and Shou Yuncai, but also the other Southern Sect disciples present were silent.
I came here to play in the gym today and brought humiliation upon myself.
This is only the first day, and Nanshengmen has become a complete joke!
Zhou Ying lowered her eyes, her white jade fingers pinched under the table until they turned pale, and her chest heaved violently.
A proud heart was completely confused.
