My system is three thousand years ahead of time.

After saying that, Qiao Songshan ignored the reactions of the audience and started to recite directly:

"The night rain makes me sleepless, and the west wind blows my clothes."

Qiao Songshan started to speak slowly, his voice was loud and clear.

He stood tall, and there was no trace of restraint or embarrassment in his eyes, which were all calm and free-spirited. It was obvious that he was very confident in the poem written by Cheng Guang.

As soon as he started to speak, everyone felt their hearts beat slightly.

Some warriors who had never been interested in poetry could not help but look sideways when they heard the poem that Qiao Songshan started to recite.

Just listening to this opening sentence, there was a sense of loneliness and rainy night, as if people were in a quiet place, standing alone in the rain.

"This opening sentence is so extraordinary?"

"Hiss, the words and intentions are just right, what is the next sentence?"

"Everyone, don't talk, listen quietly!"

Many students were stunned when they heard this opening sentence, and they stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning, and then listened attentively.

In the crowd, when Wen Qinghe heard the first line of the poem that Qiao Songshan slowly read out, he clearly felt that the words, sentences, and artistic conception of the poem were all just right.

Compared with the poems written by many students in the academy who studied countless poems and books, it was more spiritual.

"This is the prince..."

"Could it be that he really knows how to write poetry?"

Wen Qinghe murmured to himself. For some reason, just by listening to the first line, he felt that the poem that Qiao Songshan read out at this time was very likely not worse than the "Wang Li Ming" that he had taken out before, and it might even be a few points better.

At the same time.

In the room in the center of the Jade Pavilion.

Bai Shuxuan's beautiful eyes were slightly startled, and a few traces of surprise flashed across her eyes.

"This prince... actually wrote a poem? Could it be that the poem that Qiao Songshan read out was really written by him?"

Bai Shuxuan was puzzled at first. After all, she had never heard of the prince writing any poems.

If the prince really knew how to write poems, she would not have specially set up the current situation.

Bai Shuxuan thought that Qiao Songshan just made up a few random sentences to deal with the matter hastily for Cheng Guang's face.

In this way, Cheng Guang's face was saved and he would not be criticized by others. It was a best of both worlds.

But Bai Shuxuan listened carefully to the poem that Qiao Songshan read slowly. Just hearing the first sentence, she instinctively felt that this poem was not a fabricated work.

Bai Shuxuan and Wen Qinghe thought of the same thing at this time. In a daze, she felt that the poem that Qiao Songshan read at this time did not seem so simple.

Besides... there is no chance for the prince to buy poems now.

"Does he really have some literary talent?"

For some reason, Bai Shuxuan suddenly changed her mind about Cheng Guang.

She had always looked down on Cheng Guang before, thinking that he was just a second-generation ancestor and a dandy.

With her means, it was easy to capture Cheng Guang.

Now look again...

Instead, she was blind.

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When Qiao Songshan recited the first sentence, the Jade Pavilion became completely quiet.

Everyone was quietly looking at Cheng Guang, who was leaning on the railing, watching him like a pilgrim.

"The moon is bright and the mountain shadows are quiet, the sky is wide and the wild geese are faint."

Qiao Songshan spoke slowly again.

The voice fell.

You can hear a pin drop in the venue.

Scalp numb!!

Everyone's expression slowly solidified, all of them looked as if they had seen a ghost!!

Everyone in the entire Jade Pavilion has a certain understanding of poetry, even a warrior can roughly tell whether the poem is good or bad.

After listening to the whole poem, they were surprised that the poem recited by Qiao Songshan was actually better than the previous Wang Liming.

You know, the prince has been under their attention just now, and there is no chance to buy another poem and come to the scene temporarily.

The warriors who usually don't like reading are also surprised by Cheng Guang's difference at this time.

Most of the eyes they look at Cheng Guang contain a meaning that they are all good, why are you the only one who is secretly excellent.

Everyone looked at Cheng Guang in silence, and the meaning contained in their eyes was different.

After a few breaths.

An uproar broke out in the field.

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"The night rain makes me sleepless, and the west wind blows my clothes."

"The moon is bright and the mountain shadows are quiet, the sky is vast and the geese are faint."

"Hiss!! Wonderful~"

"Although I don't understand this poem very well, I feel it is very good."

"This poem is so well written, the moon is bright and the mountain shadows are quiet, the sky is vast and the geese are faint... How can this head think of it?!"

"If I hadn't heard of this poem before, I would have subconsciously thought that this poem was also bought by the prince from somewhere else."

"Such a good poem, who would be willing to sell it? Poems of this level "It's worth a fortune!"

"We misunderstood the prince. It seems that the prince is just hiding his talent."

"Just this one poem can prove the prince's talent. Why did the prince say that the previous poem was not written by him? With his talent, does he still need to buy poems?"

"I don't know. Who knows what the prince thinks? Maybe the Wang Li Ming was also written by the prince, but he thought it was not well written, so he said it was not written by himself..."

"Hiss, it can be played like this? ? "

Everyone was amazed and talked about it in astonishment.

Behind the screen, Bai Shuxuan opened her beautiful eyes slightly, pursed her red lips, and looked at Cheng Guang with complicated eyes. She couldn't figure out why he could write such good poems.

Why didn't he take it out at the beginning, but used the poems she sent over instead.

If her previous poem "Wang Li Ming" was bought by the prince, others could still believe it, but this poem that even great scholars might not be able to write, how could it be measured by money.

Just writing this poem is enough to make him rich and noble in this life, and be treated as a guest of honor by the Da Zhou Academy!

"Could it be that he really has such talent, and I have misjudged him?"

Bai Shuxuan lowered her beautiful eyes, with complicated emotions in her heart.

If she had known that Cheng Guang had the talent of poetry, she would never have pushed the situation to such a point to give Cheng Guang the opportunity to show off in front of others.

In the crowd, Wen Qinghe listened to the poems recited by Qiao Songshan, and his face changed. He was entangled, puzzled, and sad, and finally turned into a face full of unwillingness.

He originally thought that he was the most talented poet among all the people present!

Even if the prince was of noble status, no one could compare with him in poetry!

But...

Not to mention the poem Wang Li Ming that the prince had taken out before, just looking at the poem that the prince took out at this time was enough to crush all his previous poems!

His title of the first poet in the Da Zhou Academy, now looking at it again, seems to have become a joke!

Even so, he is still a student praised by some great Confucian scholars...

Even so, he is still a talented person that the academy is proud of...

Wen Qinghe dared not imagine that if the prince entered the academy, I am afraid that those great Confucian scholars would beg the prince to enter and ask him to be their disciples.

Wen Qinghe felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable in his heart.

And, sour!

In the Jade Pavilion, after Qiao Songshan finished reading the poem, there was a brief uproar, and everyone looked at Qiao Songshan with an extremely complicated look, with envy, confusion, confusion, and doubt about life.

I was extremely envious of Qiao Songshan for being able to recite such amazing poems, and I was jealous!

The air solidified again and became extremely quiet.

In this strange situation, everyone thought that Cheng Guang would step into Bai Shuxuan's room and enjoy the pleasure of love, but unexpectedly, Qiao Songshan spoke slowly again.

"Why are you all silent? Do you think the poem written by my boss is not good? It doesn't matter, my boss has another one."

"The mountain is quiet and the moon is rising, the stream is cold and the water is about to calm down."

"The moon shadow reflects the clear waves, and the wind shakes the dream boat."

Another amazing poem, spit out from Qiao Songshan's mouth slowly.

Every word is like a thunderclap.

Everyone in the field, except Qiao Songshan, the heartless fool, was smiling and admiring his boss.

Everyone, including Bai Shuxuan and Wen Qinghe, almost couldn't hold it at this moment, and their expression management was out of control, and the corners of their mouths were twitching wildly.

Many students in the academy almost cried.

I don’t think your poem is good!

It wouldn’t be so painful if you scolded me directly!

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