My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

Many people guessed that this round should be compared to this, because everyone knows that Miss Luzhu has great literary talent and likes reading. It is her first time to open the door to accompany guests, so the person chosen must naturally have literary talent.

This time, Xiang Liuye was a little anxious.

Although he claims to know everything, this is naturally an exaggeration by people in the world, and knowing a lot does not mean that he can create good poems and songs.

Xiang Liuye took the brush and sat on the ground, thinking hard. He would write two strokes from time to time, but then erase them immediately.

"I mean, Second Young Master, after all, you were also the best in the Royal Academy back then, so you just watched your enemy defeat me and happily embraced the beauty?"

Gongsun Yu frowned and glanced at him, feeling a little helpless. These things were not his strong point. At the beginning, he mostly studied military art, strategy, and articles from various scholars at the Royal Academy. He didn't know much about poetry and songs. Research.

At this time, the door opposite was suddenly opened, and a boy ran up to the fourth floor with a note in his hand and handed it to the woman.

The woman opened the note and read it once, nodded, then turned and entered the room.

Xiang Liuye became even more anxious. He didn't expect the other party to be so fast.

"They should have some channel to find out that Miss Luzhu will take the test today, so they are prepared in advance."

Gong Sunyu said.

Xiang Liuye sighed and said:

"Just accept your fate. That guy must have scribes who are full of poems and books. Naturally, the poems he wrote are not what we can compare with in a hurry."

Although Gongsun Yu didn't want to let his opponent be so proud, he had no choice but to force this kind of thing.

Just when both of them were about to give up, Qin Hao walked out and said calmly:

"How about I give it a try?"

Both of them were stunned. Gongsun Yu said in surprise:

"Brother Qin also writes poems and lyrics?"

Qin Hao smiled and said:

"I carried it a lot when I was a kid."

Xiang Liuye said helplessly:

"Brother, it's not that I look down on you. The poems I memorized will definitely not be used here. Miss Luzhu is so talented in literature. I can tell at a glance that you plagiarized them."

Qin Hao did not explain, but just said:

"Don't worry, no one has seen it."

After saying that, he picked up the brush and started writing.

He had specially practiced calligraphy, and he already had a good foundation in calligraphy. In addition, his physical strength had greatly increased, and his control of strength and muscle sensitivity were stronger, so he became even more comfortable in writing.

As soon as Qin Hao finished writing, Gongsun Yu immediately praised:

"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy, and everyone's style."

Qin Hao writes running script. His calligraphy mainly studied calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi, and also borrowed from famous calligraphers such as Mi Fu and Ouyang Xun. His calligraphy has the style of famous calligraphy and his own unique insights. It is indeed a rare masterpiece.

Soon, Qin Hao finished writing. When the ink was dry, he folded it up and handed it over to the boy in Baihualou.

At this time, Gong Sunyu and Xiang Liuye looked at Qin Hao with completely different eyes, as if they were looking at a shining star, their eyes full of disbelief.

Gongsun Yu sighed:

"Brother Qin, I didn't expect that not only is your martial arts talent rare in the world, but your poetry talent is also so high. What else can't you do?"

Qin Hao smiled and said:

"I didn't write this poem, but no one here probably knows about it, so it's just right to use it."

Xiang Liuye shook his head in shock and praised:

"And he is so humble. Brother Qin's talent is unparalleled in the world. Brother Qin's character is a model for poets."

Qin Hao was speechless, but no matter how he explained, neither of them believed it.

According to their thinking, once such poetry is published, it will definitely spread throughout the world.

They are all people who have read a lot of books. If there is such a poem, how could they not know about it?

Qin Hao gave up at the end of his explanation. Just let it be a misunderstanding. Being a copycat is not a bad thing.

After the woman on the fourth floor platform got the poem, her eyes widened a bit. All the onlookers in the building looked forward to it, wanting to know what was on the paper.

The woman looked deeply in the direction of Qin Hao and the others, and then trotted back to Luzhu's boudoir.

This time, everyone didn't have to wait too long, and the woman came out quickly.

She stood on the platform, looking down at everyone. When a grumpy client saw her like this, he immediately yelled:

"Your grandma's rag, what are you pretending to be? Tell me quickly, who wins?"

The woman's face turned cold and she said coldly:

"Get out."

Seven or eight men in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere and immediately surrounded the man who was swearing. The man wanted to resist, but was suppressed as soon as he made a move and was thrown out of the door.

Others in the building looked at the man who was thrown out like an idiot, and sneered:

"Tch, you have a bad mind and dare to cause trouble in Baihua Building."

The woman stopped talking and said loudly:

"Miss Luzhu has just read the poems of the two young masters. Mr. Zhao's poems have excellent rhythm and profound artistic conception. They are truly rare masterpieces."

At this point, the woman paused, and all the spectators in the building began to talk and guess who this Mr. Zhao was.

At this time, in the room opposite Qin Hao and the others, a young man with an alluring face slightly raised the corners of his mouth. He swallowed the wine in one gulp, stood up, and was about to walk out of the room and go to the fourth floor to kiss Fangze.

At this time, the woman's voice sounded again.

"However, the guest chosen by Miss Luzhu tonight is Mr. Xiang."

The young man paused, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by gloom.

He pushed open the door suddenly, looked up to the fourth floor, and said gloomily:

"Miss Lvzhu, are you sure it was Xiang Liu, that pervert who defeated me?"

When Xiang Liu heard this, he was not angry. Instead, he looked at him indifferently.

But the young man still looked up at the woman, without lowering his head. He looked across from him, and there stood his life-and-death enemy.

After the people downstairs saw the young man's appearance clearly, they all exclaimed:

"It's actually him? The Third Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Before the woman could speak, Lu Zhu's voice came from the boudoir.

"Master Zhao is not the best in literature. It's not that Master Zhao's poems are inferior to Master Xiang's. It's just that for the slave family, Master Xiang's poems are more to my liking."

The young man snorted coldly:

"Since today is a comparison, it is natural to compare which poem is better. I'm afraid you won't be able to convince everyone just by your words, girl. Why don't you read out both poems to everyone and let everyone judge together."

Mr. Zhao’s words caused a great response, and everyone cheered:

"Yes, let's read it out for everyone to see what their poems are like."

There was silence in Luzhu's boudoir for a moment, and finally a faint sigh came from the room.

"Hey...Ping'er, please read Mr. Xiang's poem to him."

"yes."

At this time, the building became silent, and Mr. Zhao also felt that something was wrong. Listening to Lu Zhu’s tone, it seemed that he had already decided that he had lost.

The woman named Ping'er took out the poem written by Qin Hao and began to read slowly:

"There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent."

Just after reading this sentence, the young man's face didn't change much, and there was even some mockery on his face. What kind of poem is this? Even a naive child can probably write it.

"Look at the Qingren City, then look at the Qingren Country."

As soon as this sentence came out, the young man's expression immediately changed.

"I would rather not know that a beautiful country or a beautiful city is rare."

The young man looked in disbelief. After listening to the entire poem, he knew that he had lost.

I finally understood that just now Luzhu said that his poems were on par with Xiang Liu's, but he was actually just giving himself face.

But he didn't want this face at all, and threw him to the ground, smashing him to pieces.

The young man finally lowered his head and looked across.

At this glance, he didn't see Xiang Liu, but saw another person that he absolutely didn't want to see.

"Gong Sunyu? It turns out you are against me."