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Fifty poems?
Yan Zhenpan and the others were shocked.
"Fifty poems?"
Lin Mingzhang also said in astonishment, thinking how many days will it take to prepare?
"Fifty poems? I'm afraid that person bought them with money for fame?" Someone said in disbelief, fifty poems? They may not be able to write fifty poems in their whole life, how could someone write fifty poems?
The Poetry Conference is a good opportunity to become famous.
So in order to be famous, some people will do everything they can.
Someone started preparing a year ago and prepared a few poems.
Some people spend a lot of money to buy poetry, and then show off their demeanor at the poetry conference.
And the person in front of him said that he wrote fifty poems in one go, which must be cheating.
How could someone do it if it wasn't for cheating.
"no!"
"no?"
His own words were refuted, and the person frowned slightly. It wasn't the poems he bought, so what other explanations are there.
"Maybe he has prepared fifty poems!"
Someone said.
What if people started preparing five or six years ago and have been preparing until now?
Poetry pays attention to charm, meaning, content, and exquisiteness. If there is a doggerel at random, they can make up fifty poems.
"no!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was refuted again.
"Then where did these fifty poems come from?"
"I don't know the reason. I heard that Mr. Zuo went to make things difficult when he saw a young master standing with Miss Lin!" Speaking of this, the man glanced at Lin Mingzhang.
Lin Mingzhang felt the eyes and immediately understood that he should be talking about his daughter Lin Nianrou.
But this is impossible.
Lin Nianrou didn't get in touch with many people, especially men. I'm afraid there was no one who could compose fifty poems in one go.
"go on!"
Lin Mingzhang said.
"Young Master Zuo will compete with some young master for poetry, and when he loses, Young Master Zuo refuses to admit defeat, saying that the young master had premeditated and won without force, so he has to come up with his own poem"
Tell the cause and effect of the matter again.
"Nonsense!"
Yan Zhenpan frowned and scolded angrily, Zuo Wenbin is also a person who has read sage books after all, so he is so shameless.
"Zuo Wenbin is the son of the Minister of Rites, and he is unique in the capital. This person can surpass Zuo Wenbin. I wonder what poems he used?"
Xiao Wengong seems to be in high spirits. Since he can defeat Zuo Wenbin, he must be a person with profound talents and knowledge. Wouldn't it be great if he could win the poem title for Daliang!
"Seven character verses!"
The person who came in replied.
"Then do you know?" Lin Mingzhang asked, everyone wanted to know what kind of heptadic verse could defeat Zuo Wenbin.
"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, and more than a hundred years of illness are alone on the stage. Hardship and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the new stop Dirty wine glass."
This person is also fond of poetry, and he remembered this poem Deng Gao after listening to it once.
The voice fell, and the room was silent.
Everyone held their breath, as if they were in another world.
"What do you think, Mr. Yan?"
It took a long time to know that Xiao Wengong asked a question.
"Good poems, good poems! Unmatched in ancient times, the number one seven-character verse in ancient and modern times! This poem is here, I am afraid that this famous poet has a master!" Yan Zhenpan said.
?After listening to this song Ascending the High, Yan Zhenpan felt that they no longer needed to listen to the poems of Zhuang Bufan, Duanmuling, and Liu Bangyan.
"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new stale wine glass! Good poetry! It's worthwhile to have such a poem in this poetry conference!"
Yan Zhenpan was full of praise.
"What about other poems?"
Someone asked hastily.
This Ascend is so amazing, I don't know what other poems will be like?
"I don't remember the others!"
The person said aggrievedly.
"Hurry up and ask him to come and see him!" Xiao Wengong said, such a great talent must meet each other, it would be a pity to miss it.
And this time outside.
"Dai Zongfu is like??? Qi Luqing is gone. The good fortune clock is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dawn. Zeng Yun was born by swinging the chest, and the returning bird entered the canthus. It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains. "
"Okay, that's it for today!"
Han Ce stretched his waist.
The sudden stop made everyone somewhat uncomfortable, just like being immersed in a dream and suddenly woken up.
"Is it finally finished?"
Someone asked, wiping the sweat from his head.
"Almost, he is still an ordinary person no matter what!" Some people think that Han Ce has exhausted his talents, after all, he has written more than fifty poems in one breath.
"Is he telling all the poems in his life?"
Some people also think that Han Ce burst out all his inspirations at once, and it may be difficult for him to make a difference in the future.
"My mouth is dry, if there is water to drink? I can still talk about today next year."
Han Ce sighed and said helplessly.
It seems that I am very disappointed with today's performance, and I feel like I have more desires.
After everyone listened, they almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Feelings You stop not writing poems, not because you can¡¯t write them, but because your mouth is dry?
The heart said, is this still a human being?
"Young Master Zuo, remember that you owe me a thousand taels of gold!" Han Ce reminded Zuo Wenbin. At this time, Zuo Wenbin's complexion was as pale as a piece of white paper.
My mind was blank, and I didn't know what happened.
Han Ce walked out from the crowd.
"Young Master Han!"
Leaving the poetry conference, Han Ce discovered that Lin Nianrou had followed him.
"Miss Lin, what's the matter?"
Han Ce asked with a smile.
"I didn't expect the young master to have such a talent, it's Nianrou's poor eyesight!" Lin Nianrou saluted, at this time Lin Nianrou was basically sure that the person in front of him was the author of the Book of Songs.
Because only such a person can write a wonderful book like the Book of Songs.
"Why is Miss Lin like this?"
Han Ce suddenly found that Lin Nianrou was not as free and easy as before, but restrained instead.
"Does Mr. Han think that Nianrou is married and still Gu Qingbaiyu invites him to meet Mr. Han instead of telling Nianrou?" Lin Nianrou asked.
"what for?"
"Mr. Han asked the question knowingly!" Lin Nianrou took out the Book of Songs.
As soon as he saw the Book of Songs, Han Ce immediately understood that this girl had recognized herself as the author of the Book of Songs, and she was really too hasty.
Han Ce sighed with emotion that it is impossible for him to keep a low profile for his talent, which has nowhere to be placed.
"I am the author of the Book of Songs, but it's not because Miss Lin thinks that I don't want to tell you that, but because I want to keep it a secret! Be more mysterious!" Han Ce said.
Thinking of giving Lin Nianrou a surprise in the future, she never expected to be spotted by her wife.
"real?"
"Of course it is true!" Han Ce nodded.
"Let's just believe you!" Lin Nianrou said with a smile. For some reason, she really believed in Han Ce at this moment. Seeing Lin Nianrou believe in herself, Han Ce suddenly felt like he had put a hat on himself. This is really a fuck. a feeling of.
"Since Mr. Han has such talent, why didn't you give me Daliang to compete for the first prize?"
Lin Nianrou asked.
? Judging from the scene when we first met, Han Ce had no intention of participating in the poetry competition at all, and this time it was just because of Zuo Wenbin's unreasonable troubles and hit him by mistake. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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