C92 Big talent

"Old Li, Old Du, everyone is sorry, please forgive me for borrowing your poems, I really don't have any intention of copying you, please forgive me for this!"

Xiao Lang secretly confessed to his past life's Poetry Sage, he indeed did not know how to compose poems, but he had never eaten pork and seen pigs run, he did not know how to compose … It could be copied!

He suddenly laughed and looked towards Cha Mu, then walked up to the stage and waved his hand: "Cha Mu, come over here and drink!"

"Alright!"

Cha Mu slammed the table, a jar of wine flew up into the air, he casually pushed the jar of wine away, causing it to fly towards Xiao Lang, but there was not a single drop of wine spilled.

Xiao Lang did not even look at the jar of wine and directly grabbed it with one hand. The jar of wine landed in his hands steadily and similarly, he did not spill a single drop.

He raised his head and started drinking. He actually drank half of the wine directly. Finally, his eyes blurred and his body swayed as he sighed lightly, "A pot of wine between flowers. A single drink makes no contact." He raised his cup to invite Brightmoon, then turned into three figures. Moon is not understanding drink, shadow apprentice with me. The temporary companion will be the shadow of the month, and the music must be accompanied by spring. I Song Yue loitered around, my dance shadows were all over the place. When you wake up, you have sex with each other. "Eternal Knot is a merciless swimmer, phase of Miasma Yunhan!"

Once the poem was finished, the entire hall was shocked, countless of geniuses were moved. Ni Cang frowned, then suddenly raised his head and his eyes lit up. The scene of the bright moon hanging in the sky and drinking alone under the moon appeared in everyone's mind. That lonely atmosphere suddenly appeared in everyone's mind, causing them to feel faint sadness.

Dongfang Hongdou was also stunned, the hatred on her face had disappeared and she blinked. Her eyes also gradually became misty, as she sank into that beautiful mental state.

In the next moment, Xiao Lang's tone of voice suddenly changed and became hurried. His body was also swaying within the arena, and as he held a wine jar in his hand, it was like a sword, showing off its sharpness.

"Zhao Qiancai is a man with a beard and Wu Gou Shuang Mingming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps, unstoppable for a thousand miles. Touch her and hide her name. "

At this moment, the images in everyone's minds changed once again. It was as if they were looking at a swordsman holding a sword, looking around in a daze. He killed one person in ten steps, beheaded tens of thousands of enemies, and flew away alone.

"The waters of the Yellow River come from the heavens, rushing to the seas and never returning. He didn't see the mirror in the hall of honor. His hair was white and sad. His hair was like fine strands of hair that had been turned into snow. Life is full of joy, do not let the goldfish empty the month. The heavens gave birth to me, and I will make a difference. I will return after the gold has been used up. For the pleasure of cooking sheep and cattle, you must drink three hundred cups in one go. "

With the song about drinking wine, Xiao Lang drank without restraint and rushed towards the crowd like a torrential rain, causing them to feel as if they were looking at a prodigal son who was returning the favor. This poem is grand, emotional, fluent, with a strong appeal, no one is not moved by it.

Countless of young masters held onto fine wine and stood in mid air, countless of geniuses waved their fan and kept it away, all of them had confused and excited expressions on their faces, even Xiao Kuang was no exception.

In the next moment, Xiao Lang stopped, her face became dejected and frustrated. Taking a sip, she sighed slowly, "There is a beauty in the north, she is exceptional and independent. With a single glance, he overturned the city and then the country. Didn't Ning know about Qingcheng and Qingcheng? It's hard for a beauty to get one again! "

A song that Li Yannan wrote for his sister, "Legend of the External Clan", caused all of the women's eyes to become misty. Their faces turned red like a flower and their expressions became infatuated.

What kind of woman was she? It could actually cause the downfall of a country and turn a city into a city?

Many girls' eyes became misty for a moment, and they became extremely curious, who was the beauty that Xiao Lang was talking about? He could actually give such peerless praises for the poems he wrote? There were also quite a few ladies who entered the hall on their own. Their eyes were filled with excitement and excitement.

Xiao Lang's eyes swept across Dongfang Hongdou and he saw that there was no longer any expression of resentment on her face.

He had a plan in mind, so he decided to add some fire and casually chanted, "Red beans are born in the Southern Kingdom, and a few branches come in the spring." "I hope that you can pluck more of it. This is the most precious thing in my life …"

When he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong!

Indeed!

Dongfang Hongdou's face immediately turned red, and countless women's gazes immediately drifted over to Dongfang Hongdou, with looks of jealousy in their eyes. Everyone was extremely curious to know who that devastatingly beautiful woman was. Wasn't "Lovesick" by Xiao Lang written by Wang Wei clearly saying that the woman was Dongfang Hongdou?

The courtyard of Dongfang Family was to the south of the city, and the red bean was born in the south of the city.

Wasn't this saying that Xiao Lang misses Dongfang Hongdou?

Seeing countless resentful gazes sweep over, and even Yun Zishan's beautiful eyes contained a hint of jealousy, Dongfang Hongdou felt even more ashamed. She lowered her head and drooped her brows, her face flushed red, and she had long forgotten her purpose for coming here …

Xiao Lang was a little confused.

"Cough cough, I've finished all five poems. I'm in a hurry to pee, so I'll go and shush first. If you're not satisfied with my poems, I'll stab you a few more times. Run!"

Xiao Lang casually nudged the door, his foot that was smeared with oil, directly slipped away towards the side door. There were so many people in the arena, yet not a single one of them spoke up to urge them to stay. They all silently pondered, and thought back to the five masterpieces that Xiao Lang had "casually" created that were so profound that it would last forever.

"Hahaha, good poem, good poem! In this world, one would not have any regrets listening to a poem about death. To be able to smell five of them today, one would definitely die from drunkenness, and one would die from drunkenness!"

A scholar sitting on the seat next to him suddenly burst out into laughter. He then picked up the wine jug and started drinking non-stop. He actually drank the entire jar of wine, and in the end, he directly collapsed to the ground drunk. He didn't stop laughing and spouting nonsense, and he continued to recite good poems and recite good poems …

The scholar who had just written a poem stood up with a lonely face, threw the folding fan in his hands away and sighed: "Young Noble Xiao Lang is so talented, we are all ashamed, and have wasted so many years of studying the Good Book. "Today, I, Fu Fengxue, renounced my studies and will no longer study. Tomorrow, I will head to the northern border. I am willing to die on the battlefield to repay my country with my own death!"

With that, the scholar ignored the gazes of the crowd and walked out. His desolate back made those who looked at him feel sorrowful.

"Oh, the genius of the Young Master Lang, Ni Cang is ashamed of himself, he will no longer write poems from now on, everyone is ashamed, Ni Cang will take his leave and go back to reflect on himself!"

Before everyone could recover from their shock, First Young Master suddenly stood up, dropped another heavy bomb, and floated away, causing everyone in the audience to look at each other in dismay.

A few poems actually made a scholar want to die from drunkenness, made a person give up literature to follow him, made the capital's top scholar, Young Noble Ni Cang, stop writing poems?

Xiao Kuang and Zuo Ming's faces were filled with sighs. They were both half-dead set on water, so they of course did not understand how moved these few lines of Xiao Lang's from his previous life were to these conceited and talented students.

Cha Mu's smile was resplendent, Yun Zishan's eyes shone like the stars, Dongfang Hongdou's face was filled with red, Zuo Xi's mind was in a trance, countless of young ladies' eyes were blurred, and countless of young masters were going crazy out of jealousy.

That night.

A wealthy young master walked out of the grass.

His name shook the capital once again, but this time, he shocked the world with his talent!