My system is three thousand years ahead of time.

"Why is there another one?"

"Do you write poems of this level in batches? Why do you feel that writing poems is easier than breathing?"

"Is it fake? Is it fake? Am I dreaming??"

"Hiss, hiss... I'm gasping like crazy! It's almost turning into a hairdryer!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and chaos gradually arose.

Everyone looked at the elegant seat on the top floor, where the noble prince, who was aloof, had a calm expression, and was dressed in rich clothes, like an immortal coming to earth. At this time, there was no trace of doubt or disbelief in their eyes.

You have come up with two poems in a row that are so shocking and can be called peerless poems. What more proof is needed?

Even if you want to buy poetry of this level, there is no place to buy it!

Who will sell it?

Who dares to sell!

Some subtle changes quietly occurred in everyone's mentality.

The chaotic sounds gradually subsided and became quiet again.

In the silence, someone suddenly spoke.

"Is it gone?? The prince has already produced two poems of this level, so it should be gone, right?"

The man's voice was not loud, but in the extremely silent Jade Pavilion at this time, it seemed so clear.

"It should be gone..." someone said uncertainly.

There were only a few words of discussion.

"Is it enough? Not enough. My boss has written a lot."

After hearing this, Qiao Songshan didn't say much, he just spoke calmly.

"There are people coming and going under the moon, thousands of gates and carriages."

"Today is the day of Chongwei, but there are no tears in my eyes."

Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.

Real or fake?

There is still one?

Without waiting for their reaction, Qiao Songshan read again:

"The west wind blows on the guest's coat, and the bright moon shines on the guest's coat."

"Infinitely close to the mountains, drift away from the boat."

Everyone's mouths were slightly open, their eyes were wide-eyed, and they were stagnant in place like wooden figures.

Before they could digest the last exquisite poem, another poem was thrown at them.

Smashing them all until they were dizzy.

While reading, Qiao Songshan rubbed his chin and murmured to himself:

"You didn't even say anything. Hey, aren't you satisfied? You guys are quite demanding..."

"The moon rises on the east mountain, and the clouds open and the sky clears."

"The road home is dark in the cold night, and the sails of old travelers in spring are light."

"Well, it doesn't seem to work. The poems written by the boss are too profound and I can't understand them..."

"The silver man is crossing the autumn water, and the golden wave is soaking in the blue sky."

"Wherever the moon goes, the fairy is in the clouds."

"This should be almost done."

While Qiao Songshan murmured to himself, he threw out a few more poems that amazed them, but he didn't know if it was because he accepted too many poems at once.

I don’t know when it started off the court, but there was no movement at all.

“I don’t know the way of the world, and now I am wandering underground.”

"The country is like a dream, the wind and the moon are quiet."

"This is just okay. Boss's poems are really good."

Qiao Songshan read out another poem and found that the people in the audience seemed to have turned to stone and did not give any reaction.

The corners of Qiao Songshan's lips curled up slightly, and he lost much interest.

Qiao Songshan remained silent. It took a long time for everyone in the audience to come back to their senses and heaved a sigh of relief.

I didn’t dare to talk about anything anymore.

Many academy students just want to kneel on the ground and beg Qiao Songshan to accept his magical power quickly and stop reading the poems written by the prince.

Otherwise, their Taoist hearts will be shattered at this time.

They have been studying poetry for ten years and only longed to write a good poem in their lives. In the end, they may not be able to do so until they die.

But...

In less than a cup of tea, the prince wrote five or six poems that were astonishing to heaven and earth!

If it weren't for Qiao Songshan, the prince probably wouldn't have published these poems! !

Many of these poems that the prince is not very satisfied with are things that they cannot and dare not hope for in this life! !

What the hell...

The gap is too big! !

Where can I go to reason? ?

Qiao Songshan's eyes scanned the audience. When everyone was swept by Qiao Songshan's eyes, they all shrank their heads, avoided his gaze, and hurriedly covered their faces with the books in their hands.

He no longer dared to look directly at Qiao Songshan.

Shameless!

"Your Majesty, Miss Bai has been waiting in the house for a long time. You can go in directly. If Miss Bai chooses Your Majesty to be the guest of honor, it will be her first time in human affairs. I hope you will have more sympathy."

Hongzhu, the maid in red, saw that the Jade Pavilion was suddenly turning into a poetry reciting contest for Qiao Songshan alone, so she quickly spoke at the right time to alleviate the embarrassing situation in the venue.

The words of the maid in red brought the topic back on track, and many people breathed a sigh of relief.

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Now they just want to ask the prince to go enjoy the pleasure of fish and water and don't let Qiao Songshan read poems anymore.

Cheng Guang, who had been sitting quietly aside with a calm face, just glanced at the beautiful figure behind the screen in the central room. After staring for a while, an invisible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"good."

Cheng Guang said softly, and then walked towards Bai Shuxuan's room.

At this time, many people already wanted to leave.

Everyone now believes that Bai Shuxuan will make Cheng Guang his guest.

After all, in terms of identity, status, and talent on the court, who can compare to him? ?

Many people don't have much regret in their hearts.

Bai Shuxuan, such a beautiful courtesan who was famous in Kyoto, was won by the prince, and they didn't feel unbalanced.

Just as Cheng Guang slowly walked towards the room where Bai Shuxuan was, Wen Qinghe, who was a little dazed in the crowd, seemed to have just come back to his senses, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly asked loudly:

"Prince!"

Cheng Guang paused slightly, and his eyes with a noble meaning lowered and fell on Wen Qinghe.

"What's the matter?"

Under Cheng Guang's gaze, Wen Qinghe felt a lot of pressure, and beads of sweat kept flowing down his forehead, but he still asked under the pressure:

"Prince, the first poem "Looking at the Bright Moon", may I ask if it was written by the prince? You said it was not before, but I really can't think of anyone else here who can write this poem."

Wen Qinghe was really puzzled!

His pride was trampled on in front of Cheng Guang tonight.

Being pressed under Cheng Guang, he accepted it.

But he still couldn't figure out one thing, that is, the first poem that Hongzhu had read out before - Wang Li Ming.

Who wrote it!

If it was Cheng Guang, there would be no doubt.

But the prince did not admit that he wrote this poem. If it was someone else present...

Doesn't it mean that among all the people present, his poetry talent is not even second? ?

Wen Qinghe nervously watched Cheng Guang's expression, looking forward to his answer.

Hearing Wen Qinghe's question, the others in the Jade Pavilion were also curious and cast their eyes on Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang smiled indifferently and replied casually: "You mean that poem."

"It's really not written by me."

Cheng Guang did not directly say that the poem was written by Bai Shuxuan.

First, he had no evidence. Who knew whether the scroll sent by the turtle slave was written by the maid next to Bai Shuxuan or by herself.

Second, doing so would not benefit him at all. His current goal was to take revenge on this bad woman.

Although it is relieving to throw dirty water on Bai Shuxuan now, his plan will inevitably be greatly affected.

At this time.

Qiao Songshan was still confused, and when he heard Wen Qinghe asked about the poem that the turtle slave had taken out before, he immediately felt bad.

He couldn't tell the quality of the poem, and thought that the poem that Wen Qinghe mentioned at this time was very bad. After all, it was a poem taken out by a turtle slave, how could it be good.

For the sake of his boss, Qiao Songshan decided to take all the "blame" on himself.

He patted his chest and said in a tiger voice: "What! Wen Qinghe, I wrote that broken poem!"

"You don't accept it!?"

"I just wrote that broken poem casually, what do you think!"

He held his head high and looked like the person who wrote that broken poem was me.

After the voice fell, the audience was silent again.

Everyone looked at Qiao Songshan, who had a rough face and almost grew muscles on his face, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching slightly.

Many of their students were so moved that they cried on the spot.

It would be fine if their poetry talent could not compare to the handsome and gentle prince, but how could they not even compare to this big fool? ?

Wen Qinghe was struck by lightning, and he was stunned on the spot, his face was pale, his body suddenly swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

The students around him hurried forward to support him.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, don't be angry."

"Are you okay?"

The anxious questioning fell into Wen Qinghe's ears, but he could not feel much warmth for a while, but his whole body was cold.

Last year, he was beaten up by the prince and Qiao Songshan, but he was not so heartbroken.

"I am the third... hehe... I am the third..."

Wen Qinghe smiled bitterly, looking at the immortal-like, extraordinary figure on the top floor, his heart was full of bitterness.

Don't be afraid of people having a higher status than you.

I am afraid that while their status is higher than yours, they are also more talented than you and work harder than you.

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[Note: Thank you to the boss Shenyuan Wujin for the 50,000 yuan reward! ! ! ! ]

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