I eat property in Datang

Chapter 103

"Hahaha, I can't even see it when I fly into the flowers, what kind of nonsense sentence... sentence..."

Originally, he was about to laugh at Cheng Chumo, but he found something wrong.

One by one was a little dumbfounded.

Busy and silently read it again in my heart.

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces.

Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, fly into the flowers and disappear.

The first two sentences of the poem are written in fiction, and the last two sentences are written in reality. The combination of fiction and reality creates a fresh artistic conception.

The first three sentences seem to be mediocre, hovering in the trough, but at the end of the fourth sentence, with a profound artistic conception suitable for movement and stillness, it pushes the whole poem from the trough to the strange peak at once.

Almost all the poems are piled up with numbers, ranging from one to ten to thousands to tens of thousands to countless, but there is no suspicion of cumbersomeness at all. Reading it makes people feel like they are in a sea of ​​flowers all over the sky.

"This...how is...possible!" Chang Sun Chong and the others all put away their mocking expressions, and stared at Cheng Chumo in horror.

As soon as the big biaozi said it later, he made such exquisite poems.

How does this make them, who have read poetry and books, feel.

At this moment, Miss Xiaowei's piano sounded suddenly, piercing through the fragile defense line in everyone's hearts.

Let everyone feel depressed.

Cheng Chumo saw the expressions of the crowd and heard the sound of the piano, his face suddenly brightened.

This time it was his turn to be proud.

"How about Chang Sun Chong, I'm doing a good job casually, Miss Xiaowei is in love with me!"

The love he was talking about was not Qin, which shows how shameless Cheng Chumo is.

It made everyone grit their teeth with hatred.

But Huang Meng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

It was originally a lore, but Cheng Chumo changed it to a triple axe.

It turns out that the last sentence is "fly into the plum blossom and never disappear".

The poem is from Zheng Banqiao's "Song of Snow".

I don't know if Cheng Chumo changed it on purpose or if this guy didn't remember clearly.

Soon the maid of Miss Xiaowei came over, and also gave a blessing to Cheng Chumo: "Mr. Cheng is a masterpiece, and Miss Xiaowei will accept it for the time being. If there is no better one, Mr. Cheng can also listen to a song."

"Hahaha, how about the eldest Sun Chong, will you not accept it!" Cheng Chumo was even more proud when he heard the words, and laughed even more devilishly.

Chang Sun Chong's face became even more ugly.

At this time, the maid said again: "By the way, Miss Xiaowei asked me to ask Mr. Cheng, what is the title of the poem?"

"The name of the poem? What is the title of the poem? Do you need a title for a poem?" Cheng Chumo was stunned for a moment, and asked without thinking.

"puff!"

Changsun Chong clutched his chest, feeling a little prickly.

You f*cking nonsense,
I don't even know the name of the poem!
"Tell Miss Xiaowei, the title of this poem is "Ode to Flowers"!" Huang Meng couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to answer for Cheng Chumo.

There are mistakes and misunderstandings, so I can only take such a poem title.

The maid took a second look at Huang Meng, and felt that this young master was very kind among Cheng Chumo and others, and he was different from others, which greatly increased his favorability.

So he turned around and went back to report.

In fact, she didn't know that Huang Meng was the person she had condemned earlier.

"From this point of view, it's a tie, but Mr. Grandson's poetry is even better!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The prostitutes still turned to Chang Sun Chong more.

After all, his father is the way of officials and the leader of the literary world.

Who doesn't want to be fawned over.

However, it is an indisputable fact that Chang Sun Chong did not win.

At this time, let him do it on the spot, but it can't be done.

So he looked at his cousin Gao Shixing.

Gao Xingli understood, stood up and said: "Miss Xiaowei is more kind and gave you a chance, then listen carefully, and see if you can catch my poem!"

Without waiting for anyone to flatter him, Gao Xingchen read impatiently: "Shen Shen became more anxious, and his voice gradually died down. Blowing on the lamps and windows makes it brighter, and the moon shines on the snow all day."

"Good! It's good!"

As soon as Gao Xing finished reading, there was another burst of applause.

Gao Shilian's son really has the style of being a father.

Literary talent is also outstanding.

Soon the maid came down again and said the same thing.

Gao Xing tilted his head and squinted at Yuchi Baolin.

This black carbon head is even more unbearable than Cheng Chumo.

See what he compares himself to.

Yuchi Baolin hurriedly asked Huang Meng for help, Huang Meng whispered in his ear again.

Yuchi Baolin was also full of energy immediately, with high fighting spirit, coughed, and said in his rough voice:
"There's moonlight in front of the bed, it looks like two pairs of shoes."

"Hahaha!"

The first sentence was nothing, nothing special, but the latter sentence really made everyone laugh.

"Smile and laugh, when my brothers finish reading, I'll make trouble and beat you to death." Cheng Chumo shouted loudly, reaching out to touch his waist, but he didn't bring an axe.

But everything has quieted down, not daring to laugh anymore.

I'm afraid that when Yuchi Baolin also comes to fight back.

If he also accidentally uttered a sentence that really fits, it would be a real embarrassment.

"Look up at the bright moon." Without disturbing Yuchi Baolin, he read out the third sentence verbatim, and everyone held their breaths, it seems that this sentence really fits well.

This kid won't really have another magical turning point.

But Huang Mengyi sighed secretly, even if he finished reading the last sentence, the poem would lose its charm and spirit.

"Bow your head... bow your head..." Yuchi Baolin thought hard and seemed to have really forgotten. After pondering for a long time, when everyone got impatient with waiting, his eyes lit up, and he continued to read:

"Low your head and miss your wife!"

"puff!"

"Cough cough!"

After everyone listened, they were all out of breath from laughing, and some actually fell to the ground.

"The moonlight in front of the bed looks like two pairs of shoes; raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your wife!" Yuchi Baolin didn't know it, and Cheng Chumo thought it was pretty good, anyway, it was taught by Huang Meng, so it must be very good, so he patted Yuchi Baolin's shoulder and said:
"Heizi is doing great!"

"Ahem, Mr. Yuchi's poem is really straightforward, a masterpiece!"

"A masterpiece, indeed a masterpiece!"

Gao Xing said proudly: "You lost!"

Miss Xiaowei didn't send anyone down to pass on the message, and it was obvious from the scriptures.

Huang Meng shook his head and said: "No, no, you didn't win, and we didn't lose, because Miss Xiaowei didn't pick out the last favorite poem, so there is still a competition."

Indeed, Gao Xun's poems are good, and they have also been recognized by Miss Xiaowei.

But it doesn't mean he won, because the three poems are all treated the same, and Miss Xiaowei hasn't chosen the real candidate, so there is no winner yet.

Jairan has no winners.

Gao Xun is helpless even if he is not convinced.

The eldest grandson rushed to signal to him, don't be impatient, but said to another young man who was traveling with him:

"Young Master Cui, you should also show your hand, lest the person on the other side play tricks!"

This Mr. Cui nodded, and then stood up confidently Fei Fan read directly:

"The north wind hunts and blows people down, and thousands of flowers and flowers are withered. Whoever distinguishes the qi from the cold plums will let the silver flowers shine alone."

"Good poetry, you really deserve to be Mr. Cui!"

"Worthy of being the descendant of Qiwang with five surnames, he has a long family history and a strong poetic style. This poem is really a masterpiece."

Soon, Miss Xiaowei's maid came down again, and she was treated the same way.

The urging young man smiled lightly at Huang Meng: "It's your turn, don't come up with any fake poems, by the way, if you win two out of three rounds, even if you are lucky, you will be forced by Miss Xiaowei." If you admit it, it should be counted as a loss!"

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