The System Exploded And I Became The System

"Since Mr. Yuwen has said so, I happen to have a poem titled Autumn Rain to present to the poetry meeting."

Behind the table, Qiong Juanshu’s respectful voice contained a hint of pride!

Ning Buxiu, who was immersed in cooking next to him, was slightly dazed when he heard this.

This guy had robbed him of those slaps before, and now his lines have been robbed of him. Next, he will be robbed of his position where he was slapped in the face by Zhou Wuji in the original work.

It's really just one person, playing himself and him, with two villains joining in. This is too scene-stealing.

However, Zhou Wuji probably wouldn't be able to fight because of his plan in front of him for the subsequent slap in the face.

"Okay, the poetry meeting needs this friend's positive spirit!" Yu Wenmingxuan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Then, please invite this friend to start this poetry meeting. Maybe my friend's poems will be famous all over the world today! "

"Young Master Yuwen is serious." Qiong Juanshu waved the folding fan in his hand, feeling secretly happy and confident in his heart: "This poem is called "The Beggar in the Autumn Rain"."

"To be honest, on the way here, I saw a beggar on the way down. I thought about how difficult it must be for a beggar to live in such a hungry and cold environment! It has been raining for more than ten days! "

"Through this feeling, I connected with all the people in the world, and I also had this poem in my heart."

After telling the entire preface and background tone of the poem, Qiong Juanshu unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

Raise your breath and recite aloud...

A poem, four lines.

It can’t be said to be the best, but it’s catchy, and it creates a picture of the miserable experience of a beggar under the rain on a late autumn night, which makes people nod slightly.

"Not bad, it can be called a high-quality product!" Yu Wenmingxuan nodded and commented.

"Young Master Yuwen is so complimentary. This poem cannot be regarded as such a high praise." Qiong Juanshu said, looking up at Zhou Wuji in the distance, and pointedly said: "After all, today's literary masters are here. Well, how dare I receive such high praise?"

After Qiong Juanshu finished speaking, everyone in the room immediately looked at Zhou Wuji, who was sitting under the Seventh Princess, with a clear understanding.

"Hahaha, that's right, everyone in literature is here." Yu Wenmingxuan laughed soothingly when he heard Qiong Juanshu's sarcasm towards Zhou Wuji.

Listening to the overt and covert ridicule, the pretty face of the Seventh Princess sitting in the seat turned completely dark.

It wasn't until Zhou Wuji, the subordinate, spoke that her expression suddenly turned gloomy.

"Qiong Juanshu, you have a very clear positioning of your talent. You are right. This song "Beggars in the Autumn Rain" can only be regarded as mediocre, but it cannot bear high praise."

"After all, it came out of a dog's mouth. The evaluation of mediocrity is extremely high."

"Zhou Wuji, you!" Qiong Juanshu's face instantly turned red when he heard this, and his eyes stared at him like poisonous snakes.

"Okay, this is the poetry meeting." Yu Wenmingxuan, the superior, spoke, causing Qiong Juanshu to calm down immediately.

But his gaze towards Zhou Wuji was still full of hatred: "Since Mr. Zhou, you say that my poems are mediocre, I would like to hear how excellent your poems are, Mr. Zhou."

"Yes, I also want to see how talented Mr. Zhou is. Everyone should be looking forward to it, right?" Wang Shang next to him agreed at this moment.

"You!" The Seventh Princess frowned, about to stand up and teach these guys who forced Zhou Wuji a lesson.

Yu Wenmingxuan, who was next to him, said at this moment: "I think the following two friends are right. Since you comment on other people's poems like that, I think this man is really confident in his own talent."

"There's no need to waste any extra time. I can't wait to witness the talent of Mr. Zhou."

As one of the two people with the highest status in this poetry meeting.

Yu Wenmingxuan's words can be said to represent great oppression.

"Yu Wenmingxuan, don't bully me too much. Why do you want my poets to write poems first? How long has it been? You have so many poets, why don't they write poems first?!" The seventh princess' tone was cold and stern, and her attitude was even more serious. clear.

Hearing this woman's strong voice, Yu Wenmingxuan's smiling expression gradually faded away.

As his eyes moved, he landed on the man in green robe who was closest to the seventh princess, drinking alone without raising his eyes at all.

While his emotions were calming down, he sneered twice: "Haha, yes, then let the poet on my side do it first."

"No need." Until this moment, Zhou Wuji's indifferent voice slowly emerged.

In front of everyone's gaze, he slowly stood up and patted his dust-free sleeves: "Don't you just want to see if I can make an autumn poem?"

"I have written three songs to cleanse your ears. Listen carefully!"

After finishing speaking, the man put his hands on his back and raised his head slightly to look higher, as if reminiscing: "The first poem is a seven-character poem that I described from the perspective of a suffering old man."

"Ascend higher."

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand in the desert."

"The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass becomes muddy when I am depressed!"

The words are clear and the language is solemn.

A poem fell, and everyone present, except Ning Feixiu, slowly widened their eyes!

Even the green-robed young man and the feathered general who had been calm all looked at Zhou Wuji in surprise.

Yu Wenmingxuan clenched the wine glass slightly in his hand and began to frown.

As for the seventh princess, she covered her small mouth with her beautiful hands, her beautiful eyes widening with a burst of surprise and derived admiration.

"The second song was composed with feelings from the autumn scenery I saw recently."

"Qiu Si."

"The spring sun is like yesterday, and the green trees are singing oriole."

"The grass is growing wild at dusk, and the cool breeze blows."

"Under the autumn leaves, the cold moon makes the grouse sad."

"Sit and be sad, the flowers are resting, the white dew is withering the beauty."

The two poems in succession, sentence by sentence, made some talented people here who were obsessed with poetry stand up in disbelief.

In their eyes, Zhou Wuji at this time was like a man of great talent, a real great writer and a literary master!

The admiration in the eyes of the seventh princess has replaced the surprise, and she has completely become a fangirl.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone around him, Zhou Wuji then recited the third poem.

“Taiyuan Early Autumn”

"At the end of the year, when all the flowers are resting, there will be a great flood."

"The power of frost leaves the fortress early, and the clouds cross the river in autumn."

"Dreams circle the moon around the border city, and my heart flies to the tower of my motherland."

"My thoughts are like the Fen River, and there is no day without me."

"This poem was inspired by the wanderers I met in Wufang City. Their homesickness helped me write this poem."

After reciting Wan's three poems, Zhou Wuji looked around.

Everyone in the poetry meeting fell into a long silence, obviously shocked by these three poems in succession.

The civil servants at the back quickly recorded these three poems.

"Wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful!" In the audience, a talented scholar said with excitement, directly breaking the silence.

The surroundings were instantly covered up by noisy discussions.

"A great literary giant! Mr. Zhou's poems, especially the first one, can be compared between ancient and modern times and will be remembered for generations to come!"

"The last two poems don't seem to have much special features, but the gentle and orderly contrast of words and sentences is obviously something that can only be achieved by an advanced understanding of poetry!"

"The Zhou family has a literary genius! With such talent, he is almost destined to be the number one scholar this year!"