I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

Tang Lun spoke as Shi Jue, one of the "Four Greatest Talents in the Imperial Capital", opened his mouth.

The talented people who were originally aggrieved suddenly lost their arrogance.

On the stage, there was Miss Dongxue who always had a cold face and was as cold as ice to the many children of aristocratic families and talented people present.

Those cold and bright eyes finally shone brightly, and they looked up at the elegant Mr. Tang.

Although she tried her best to suppress her emotions, there was still a look of expectation in her eyes.

Obviously, this cold-looking Dongxue girl is probably also a fan of Tang Lun.

And Tang Lun also accurately captured the hint of passionate expectation in the beauty's eyes.

His heart suddenly swayed, extremely hot.

Tang Lun has been coveting the Dongxue Oiran for a long time, and often goes to Shuiyunjian to watch her performances, but the other party is a geisha, so he has never had the chance to make a move.

Now that Miss Dongxue has invited a guest, she has just checked her eyes again, and it is obvious that she has met the right person.

Tang Lun felt his blood surge, and he couldn't wait to undress the beautiful lady and take a look at the true beauty of the snow-capped mountains.

On this golden autumn night with a full moon, we carry the clouds and the rain together to Bashan.

"Ahem... Miss Dongxue, friends and classmates, Tang is going to make a fool of himself tonight."

Under the eyes of the crowd and the expectant eyes of the women, Tang Lun flicked his folding fan, spread out the ink fan, and flapped it slightly.

The gentle breeze blew his black hair, and his chic posture caused another round of screams from the girls.

Tang Lun made the same movements as in "Ximen Gucheng", looking up at the blue sky forty-five degrees, his eyes blurred and profound.

After pondering for a long time, he finally chanted softly in a low and magnetic voice.

“The new year is not yet full of flowers, but we are surprised to see grass buds in early February.”

As soon as the opening line of a seven-character quatrain came out, everyone in the silent hall murmured and repeated these two lines.

Although I don't think it's that stunning, it has a lot of charm and feels like it's ready to go.

It makes people feel itchy and full of expectation, wanting to know what the next two sentences are.

And Tang Lun is also a master of the art of appetizing.

After a sentence fell, there was silence for a long time, but there was no follow-up.

When everyone felt impatient, he slowly spoke out.

"The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden."

Just four sentences and fourteen words echoed in the hall, but made the whole place as silent as a deep valley.

“The new year is not yet full of youth, and we are surprised to see grass buds in early February.

The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. "

After a while, everyone repeated this poem, the light in their eyes gradually brightened, and then there were cheers one after another.

"good!"

"What a poem!"

"What a seven-character quatrain. It can be called a masterpiece that is rarely seen in ten years. It is worthy of Tang Lun's poetry!"

…

Although Tang Lun's seven-character quatrain only has four lines, it is considered a short poem.

But many of the people present were knowledgeable people, and they could appreciate the beauty of this poem at a glance.

Especially the last sentence, "The snow is too late for spring, so the flowers fly through the trees in the garden." is almost the finishing touch.

The subtle reversal suddenly elevates the entire poem to an artistic level and becomes a masterpiece.

Moreover, the last two lines of poetry clearly express the hope for "spring".

In fact, it is Tang Lun's expression of his eagerness to be intimate and be alone with a beautiful woman.

The poem was clever and exquisite, and also conveyed a sense of free and easy style, which made everyone present marvel.

Even the talented scholars on the fourth floor, who were still a little dissatisfied, sighed and shook their heads, feeling ashamed.

It is worthy of being the most powerful poem among the four unique skills in the imperial capital. It is so strong.

To be able to compose such exquisite sentences in just a few moments.

I'm afraid this poem will dominate the imperial capital's poetry circle in the next few years!

At this time, Dongxue Huakui, who was the recipient of Tang Lun's poem, gradually woke up from the artistic conception of the poem.

At this moment, her pretty face as white as ice and snow was actually covered with two wisps of red clouds, and her eyes were looking at the handsome and romantic Tang Dynasty talent upstairs.

There was both shame and anger in his eyes, but also a hint of admiration and surprise.

Such fine poetry really made her unexpectedly happy.

With the blessing of this poem, Dongxue's name will be famous in the imperial capital and even further places in the future, maintaining her fame for many years.

Seeing the reactions of everyone and the oiran lady, Tang Lun finally showed a proud look on his face.

He glanced around, and although he didn't speak, his confident and proud look seemed to be shouting.

Who else? Who else...! ?

At this moment, Tang Lun was like a platinum master who was in the gold and silver zone, killing everyone, and he was sure of victory.

He has even thought about what posture he will use tonight to spend a beautiful and unforgettable night with Miss Dongxue.

The Dongxue Huakui below was looking around with spring in his eyes, and seemed to have chosen the final guest.

Everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion. Others could only watch helplessly as Dongxue Huakui fell into Tang Lun's hands and sighed helplessly.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly floated out.

"Is this also called poetry?"

The sound was very soft, but it reached everyone's ears clearly in the noisy scene.

This voice was half joking and half indifferent, as if he was asking everyone in reply, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Everyone present could not help but feel shocked.

This kind of aura is completely beyond the platinum level, and there is a hint of "kingly spirit".

"Who is it? Who is talking?"

Tang Lun, who was flirting with Dong Xuehua Kui, was startled and looked around.

Everyone in the hall exclaimed, looking for the guy who made shocking and arrogant remarks!

If he dared to despise Tang Lun's poems, wouldn't the poems of other people present be even worse?

Everyone angrily searched for the figure of the person who made the remarks.

Even Dong Xuehua Kui frowned and looked at the crowd with dissatisfaction.

This poem of Mr. Tang was about to become her signature as Dong Xuehua Kui. It was that blind guy who actually belittled it in public.

Amid the wave of emotional condemnation, at a table by the window on the third floor.

Shen San and the four old imperial doctors, who were nearly sixty years old, stopped their busy hands again and looked at the woman who was panting slightly in their arms in astonishment.

Zhao Heng, who sat at the same table with them, slowly stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

Yes, the person who just spoke was Zhao Heng.

At this moment, Shen San wanted to rush up and stop his master, shouting, "I said that just now!"

Because he knew that Zhao Heng's words had aroused public anger.

If he couldn't come up with a poem that surpassed Tang Lun, Master Zhao would be beaten up.

However, even though Shen San had made preparations to take the beating for Zhao Heng, he was still a step too slow.

Zhao Heng had already walked with his hands behind his back under the sharp gaze of the crowd, and came to the guardrail on the third floor and spoke loudly to everyone.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting Mr. Tang, I'm targeting everyone here... You are all garbage!"