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"Uh!" Shopkeeper Yan couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on his face. He obviously didn't expect Wang Le to ask such a question, so he couldn't help but nodded subconsciously: "Yes, this is the rule of Wenkui Tower."

After a pause, Shopkeeper Yan looked at Wang Le with disbelief in his eyes and asked, "Mr. Wang, are you really sure you can write another good poem?"

Wang Le smiled and nodded calmly and responded: "In order to have a good drink, I will do my best and write more good poems."

"How many songs?" This time, not only shopkeeper Yan was stunned, but also the two elders next to him were dumbfounded.

Not to mention that the guests in the Wenkui Building couldn't help but look at Wang Le with suspicion and ridicule in their eyes when they saw Wang Le talking so shamelessly.

"A good poem is not something that can be written on a whim, but can only be formed after a lot of hard work. This guy is so arrogant that he actually had to write several of them on the spot. What a joke!"

"I see that the wine-themed poem he just wrote is already at the bottom of the box. How could he come up with so many more poems so easily? It's really a fantasy!"

"Hmph, you'll be ready to write a good poem. Young people really don't know what the world is. I'm just here to see what tricks he can come up with!"

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Just when the guests were laughing and raising questions, Mr. Luo touched his gray beard, looked deeply at Wang Le and asked: "How many jars of Thunder Rain Dew can you drink, little friend, if you are so confident?"

Before Wang Le could respond, Mr. Luo asked and answered his own questions and continued: "Everyone here can read and write, and there are many talented people, but they can come up with several poems at once that are worthy of drinking thunder and rain. No one can do it.”

At this time, Mr. Tang next to him interrupted and said, "No one in the entire Aolai Kingdom can do this."

"You know, if our generation of literati can write a classic poem that can be passed down to future generations, it is enough to live up to this life."

Although Mr. Tang didn't make his words clear, anyone who wasn't a fool could hear his doubts about Wang Le.

Faced with everyone's doubts, and the mocking and disdainful looks, Wang Le did not defend himself, but looked at Mr. Luo with a calm face, and then calmly held his hands in his hands and said with a smile: "Please also ask Mr. Luo to write for the boy. Write poetry.”

Mr. Luo didn't give any more advice, just smiled helplessly, then walked to the table again, spread out the white paper, and picked up the pen.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Le, with an unchanging expression, chanted calmly: "Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand dollars, and jade plates worth ten thousand dollars of treasure... There will be times when strong winds break through the waves, and cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea."

When Wang Le read out the first sentence of Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult", Mr. Luo, who was standing in front of the desk writing, was so shocked that he even forgot what he was going to do.

When the whole person came to his senses, Mr. Luo became very energetic and quickly wrote these verses read out from Wang Le's mouth on paper.

At the same time, Mr. Tang next to him heard Wang Le read that there would be a time when the wind and waves were long, and when the cloud sails were directly sailing across the sea, his eyes were shining. He was so excited that he couldn't help shouting loudly: "The weather is thousands of times, the atmosphere is majestic, good! Good! poetry!"

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Wang Le completely changed, and the previous disdainful ridicule and doubts immediately disappeared.

Instead, there was wonderment and full of aftertaste.

Of course, when everyone looked at Wang Le at this moment, their eyes were undoubtedly full of astonishment!

As long as your ears are not deaf,

People with a little bit of literary accomplishment will know that it is a good poem that can only be found once they hear the poem "The Road Is Difficult" read by Wang Le.

In the eyes of everyone, this song "It's Hard to Travel" is better than the previous song "Drinking Alone under the Moon".

To be more precise, "Hard to Travel" is exactly the kind of classic that can be passed down to future generations!

"Manager Yan, can this song "It's Hard to Travel" be replaced by a jar of Thunder, Rain and Dew?"

Wang Le looked at Shopkeeper Yan with a smile and asked. At the same time, he murmured silently in his heart: "This is a classic poem left by Shixian. I don't believe that I can't change it."

At this time, before shopkeeper Yan could speak, a guest in the box shouted loudly: "If this song "The Road Is Hard" cannot be replaced by a jar of thunder and rain, then there will be no poems that can."

After finishing speaking, I heard echoes from one after another, and they all agreed that this song "It's Difficult to Travel" could be replaced by a jar of thunder and rain.

Shopkeeper Yan looked at Wang Le with a wry smile and said, "As you can see, Yan doesn't want to offend the public, so Mr. Wang can get another jar of thunder and rain."

Wang Le smiled, then looked at Mr. Luo who was standing in front of the desk again, nodded and said: "Please continue to write, Mr. Luo."

Then I saw that Wang Le was not verbose, and slowly opened his mouth and chanted: "The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh while you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

After Wang Le finished reciting the representative poem "Liangzhou Ci" by Wang Han, a frontier poet of the Tang Dynasty, all the guests in the building looked at Wang Le as if they had seen a ghost!

Since when did poetry that could become a classic become so bad?

Surprisingly, a young boy casually recited it one by one as if he didn't want any money.

Seeing everyone's silence, Wang Le couldn't help but smile and said: "Looks like I can change it to another jar of thunder and rain."

After a pause, Wang Le continued: "Three altars should be enough."

Just when Wang Le was about to recite a new poem again, he suddenly heard a lazy female voice stopping him: "Wait a minute!"

Wang Le followed the voice and looked up at a box on the top floor.

At the same time, the expressions of the two elders, Shopkeeper Yan and Luo Tang, changed, with a look of awe in their eyes.

Immediately, the lazy voice from the top box sounded again, saying calmly: "Don't use wine as the theme anymore, let's change the topic!"

"Well, it's late autumn now, so let's use autumn as the theme!"

Seeing the other party's unquestionable tone, Wang Le narrowed his eyes and looked at Shopkeeper Yan noncommittally.

At this time, shopkeeper Yan said to Wang Le without hesitation: "Then let's take autumn as the title!"

Wang Le touched his chin and asked thoughtfully: "Can the rules of Wenkui Tower be changed at will?"

Shopkeeper Yan smiled and replied meaningfully: "Mr. Wang, just do as you say."

Before Wang Le could speak again, Mr. Luo interrupted and said, "Little friend, just do what the person above said!"

When Wang Le saw Luo and Tang winking at him, he immediately understood that the identity of the female guest in the top box was not simple.

Adhering to the principle of not causing trouble, Wang Le did not raise any objection. Anyway, he had no shortage of autumn-themed poems in his mind.

"Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. "

When Wang Le read out "Mountain Travel" by Du Mu, who often used poetry as prostitution, there was no sound of breathing in the air.

Because all the guests were so shocked that they had forgotten to breathe.