Gao Wu Da Xia: The fox demon lady at the beginning

Chapter 76 Stunning
"Um, Brother Han is up, Brother Qiu, Brother Han can also write poems?" He Zidong asked in surprise.

"I don't know, I only know that my brother is very good at running the army and fighting, and I don't know poetry, I don't know he knows it." Qiu Xuanyu said while rubbing his head.

"Brother Han doesn't think that writing poetry is easy, just write casually. The two people who came up just now are the top talents in the imperial capital. Brother Han is just a martial artist, how can he compare with others."

He Zidong said puzzledly.

"Hey, there is still someone who dares to step onto the stage. Who is this person?"

"I've never seen this person before. He can't be a stupid young man from the countryside who just arrived in the imperial capital, like the stupid son of a fourth-grade official just now."

"I think it is true. Prince Wang Kaiping and Prince Sun Qiliang are the top talents of the entire Daxia generation, and the best in poetry among the younger generation.

That stupid young man dared to come on stage, he really brought humiliation upon himself. "

"There are always some idiots who don't know how much they weigh. If they go up and write poems that are far worse than the two young masters, that would be a huge disgrace."

"This idiot that no one knows is so brave. It's embarrassing to go up to him now."

"Hasn't he seen that no one dares to go up now? It was okay to go up in the beginning, but now that Mr. Wang and Mr. Sun have done such a good job, whoever goes up again will be embarrassed."

"Haha, I'll just wait for this fool's masterpiece."

People around him were talking a lot, laughing at Han Chufan for not overestimating his abilities.

Han Chufan didn't care about other people's comments and walked slowly onto the stage.

Picked up the brush and wrote a poem.

"Look, what did these idiots write?"

"I really don't believe it. This idiot with no reputation at all can write better lyrics than Mr. Wang and Mr. Sun?"

The melon-eating people around were discussing.

Wang Kaiping drank tea calmly, thinking in his heart, with his ability of being able to take the eighth test and being a quasi-second-class Jinshi, how could he lose to an unknown person.

His only opponent was Sun Qiliang. The "Ruoxue" written by Sun Qiliang was indeed on par with him. It all depends on how Miaolan Oiran was chosen.

Sun Qiliang didn't take Han Chufan seriously at all, "Another guy who brings humiliation to himself."

Sun Qiliang thought of the graceful figure of Miaolan Courtesan, and his heart was filled with passion.

"Tonight, Miaolan Oiran belongs to me. It has always been my dream to spend the night with Miaolan Oiran."

Han Chufan didn't take the comments of those idiots seriously at all, and he wrote slowly.

"I am leaning against a dangerous building, and the wind is thin, looking at the melancholy of spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word who will rely on the meaning of languid."

After everyone read the poem, they immediately changed their views on Han Chufan.

"It turns out that I'm not just a fool. I'm really talented in poetry. This poem is very well written."

"Very good? I only know how to do business, but I don't understand this poem. How does his writing compare with that of Prince Wang and Master Sun?"

Some wealthy businessmen and second-generation officials asked curiously. Most of them didn't understand poetry.

This world advocates force and is much weaker in literature.

"It's several levels stronger." A student from the Imperial College said seriously.

"Zi." The people around him took a breath. This unknown boy turned out to be a group of big dark horses.

Wang Kaiping's calm expression disappeared, and he looked solemnly at Han Chufan on the stage. As a professional, he naturally knew how well Han Chufan's poem was written, which far surpassed him.

Sun Qiliang also looked solemn and prayed silently in his heart, "Maybe this kid can only write half a good poem."

Han Chufan continued to write.

"I plan to get drunk and sing to wine, and the strong music is still tasteless. The clothes and belts get wider and wider, but I don't regret it. I feel haggard because of Yi." Wang Kaiping read, "The clothes and belts get wider and wider, but I don't regret it. I get rid of Yi. When he said this sentence, the tea cup in his hand slipped and broke into pieces.

Sun Qiliang stood up suddenly and looked at this poem in disbelief. What kind of masterpiece was this?

Seeing the Xia Que of this poem, the people around suddenly became quiet. If the Shang Que is only written very well, then the Xia Que is a famous sentence that shocked everyone through the ages.

[Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is gentle, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy.In the afterglow of the grass and smoke, no one can rely on his mind without words.

I plan to get drunk on Shukuangtu, and sing to wine, and strong music is tasteless.The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yixiao. 】

"This poem is too scary. Even the literary masters of Daxia can't write such an amazing poem."

"What an eternal term, a masterpiece that will last forever."

"We are here tonight to witness the birth of a masterpiece that will last forever. It comes to light."

The people around him became agitated after being shocked and silent for a few minutes. Han Chufan's poem was so scary.

Even in the entire history of Daxia literature, there are few poems that can compare with it.

At the end of the poem, Han Chufan wrote his name, and the three characters Han Chufan shone brightly.

"Han Chufan, it turned out to be him."

"Is it Han Chufan, who defeated the Wu Tatars in Jingkang City, Yunzhou? Isn't he a martial artist? How can he write poetry?"

"If it's Han Chufan, you're right. You are far away from Yunzhou and don't know the situation. I have friends in Yunzhou who have written to me.

After defeating the Wu tribe and the Tatars, Han Chufan enthusiastically wrote a poem called "Qingxiang Conduct Officer". This poem is also a rare masterpiece. The original sentence is: "

Frost Mustache hugged his chin and faced Qiongqiu, and went upstairs alone wearing a white sable fur.

Gazing at the stars in the north and standing with a sword in hand, he will become a worry for the country throughout his life. "

"This poem is extremely well written, vividly expressing a patriotic general's love for his country."

"No wonder Han Chufan can write such beautiful words. It turns out that he has written such wonderful poems before."

"What a Qingxiang officer of integrity. He can be on the front line against foreigners and fight with blood to protect his family and country.

He was able to write such beautiful and moving poems when he got off his horse. The conduct officer of Qingxiang is really a hero of my country. "

"I, Old Liu, also admire heroes like Mr. Han."

Wang Kaiping stood up respectfully and asked, "May I ask Mr. Han, what is the title of this poem?"

Han Chufan thought for a while, "It's called "Die Lian Hua"."

""Die Lian Hua" is really good. Is this the name of the Ci Pai created by Mr. Han? It is really an elegant Ci Pai name.

This song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is a masterpiece that has not been produced in the past hundred years in my Daxia. I admire it and admire it. Wang Kaiping said excitedly.

"Miss, miss, look, there's a good song in the lobby. They say it's the best work I've ever written in the past hundred years." Yu'er, Jin Miaolan's maid, ran to her room excitedly and said.

"The most outstanding work we have not seen in Daxia in the past hundred years?" Jin Miaolan chuckled, "Is it that exaggerated? These literati like to brag."

"Look, miss, it's really well written." Yu'er handed a piece of paper with "Die Lian Hua" written on it to Jin Miaolan.

After Jin Miaolan glanced at it, her eyes suddenly widened.

　My brothers, I had a high fever of 39 degrees yesterday, I really can't write, I hope everyone understands, thank you.

　　Please support me, brothers. Writing a book is not easy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)