Not to mention overwhelming Sichuan and Shanghai, he is now completely gone.

"I can't tell, there's something about it here in Sichuan and Shanghai."

Zhao Zheng smiled faintly, his tone was calm.

Lei Kai beside him frowned: "Oh, I'm in trouble now. Not to mention Miss Qin Xi's face is sweeping, my reputation as a scholar of Dasheng will plummet."

...

"Miss Qin Xi, I wonder what do you think of this poem?"

In the second floor corridor, Shangchuan and Shanghai smiled proudly and looked at Qin Xi's private room with a little playful touch.

It took a long time before two words came from the private room.

"It's OK!"

This evaluation, from Qin Xi's mouth, has a completely different meaning.

Lu Wenchuan's face was pale, and even if he was not convinced, he could do nothing.

With his talent and knowledge, I am afraid that he can't surpass the poem "Shangchuan and Shanghai".

"Haha, just like the girl!"

After saying that, Shangchuan and Shanghai were condescending, looking at the talented men of Dasheng.

"Before coming to Dasheng, I was thinking about communicating with the talented man in Dasheng, but when I see you today, it seems that there is no need for this!"

"It's all about grand grandeur, it's not worth mentioning."

Shangchuan and Shanghai looked proud and became more and more unscrupulous.

"Since no one dares to compete, I have to advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible. I will join Miss Qin! Hahahaha!"

Every word is written on the Sichuan and Shanghai, and every word is heart-killing.

All the literati and poets present were so angry that they gritted their teeth.

However, his identity is not as good as that of Sichuan and Shanghai, and even his talent is not as good as the enemy. Even if he is angry, he can only endure it.

As for Lu Wenchuan, his chest was so angry that his chest was undulating and shaking.

According to the plan, he should have been in the limelight and hugged the beauty.

But now, people from other countries are riding on their heads and their faces are lost!

Even Dasheng's reputation will plummet.

Seeing everyone bowing their heads and silent, they dared not speak.

Shangchuan and Hu smiled disdainfully, put away the folding fan, and was about to go to the private room.

But at this moment, a plain and confident voice suddenly sounded in the corner.

"I have a poem, I want to try it!"

Everyone was shocked and quickly looked in the sound.

I saw a strange young man standing up with a confident smile on his lips.

"Who is this, why is it so in such a face?"

"I think it's a talented man in Beijing. I'm so happy."

"Young man, let it go, so as not to insult oneself."

Seeing Zhao Zheng look like this, the originally eager scholar went on in an instant.

There are only a few famous talented men in the capital.

Even Lu Wenchuan was defeated. What's the use of a mere unknown man?

The same is true for going to Sichuan and Shanghai, and he didn't even look at Zhao Zheng.

"A mere nameless person is not qualified to compete with me yet, just sit there!"

Now he is all about beauty, so how can he waste time?

"What, the dignified Prince of Higashima, are you afraid?"

Zhao Zheng turned a deaf ear to everyone's words, but instead looked calmly at Shangchuan and Shanghai.

"I'm afraid? I'm never afraid of coming to Dasheng Jingcheng!"

"But if you are not afraid of embarrassment, I can give you a chance."

Shangchuan and Shanghai snorted coldly, with a very bad gaze.

"However, I have to remind you that if you are a limerick, don't read it anymore, so as not to lose Dasheng's last fig leaf!"

When he heard this, a scholar shook his head.

Obviously, I have no confidence in Zhao Zheng, and I just want to not lose Dasheng's last look.

"Don't worry, you will know what the poem is like after listening to it!"

"The two poems were just five-character quatrains. Since that's the case, I'll also recite a five-character quatrain."

Zhao Zheng smiled faintly, stepped forward, and immediately chanted.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, people die in thousands of paths, and the old man in a straw hat and hat in a lonely boat..."

Um?

After three sentences came out, everyone frowned.

Shangchuan Hu snorted disdainfully and sneered: "Boy, although your first three sentences are good, they are completely inconsistent with the title. Could it be that I copied somewhere to make up the numbers, right?"

Everyone thought so in the hall.

After all, Qin Xi pointed out the first question with snow as the topic.

But after reading these three sentences, there is no trace of it in the whole article. Could it be that it was copied?

"Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet?"

Zhao Zheng smiled faintly and continued to recite: "The old man in a straw raincoat is alone, fishing for the snow in the cold river!"

As soon as the poem was released, the audience was stunned at first, and then suddenly shocked.

Birds fly in thousands of mountains, people die in thousands of paths, old men in a boat, straw hat and hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river!

Wonderful, wonderful!

What a wonderful psalm!

As soon as this poem was released, the entire pleasure boat seemed to stagnate, and then it became lively.

"Fishing alone in the snow of the cold river! What a fishing alone in the snow of the cold river!"

"Just just a few strokes, the vast snow scene is vividly depicted. This last sentence is the wonderful finishing touch."

"I didn't expect that this scholar had such a poetic talent, and I was wrong."

A group of talented men were talking, looking at Zhao Zheng with burning eyes, and the disdain and suspicion in their eyes instantly dissipated.

Instead, it was shock and admiration for the quatrain just now.

Even if it was Lei Kai, he opened his mouth wide in shock.

He and Zhao Zheng have known each other for several years, but this is the first time he knows that Zhao Zheng actually has such a poetic talent?

Could it be that the eldest prince is deliberately hiding his weaknesses over the years?

In the second floor corridor, I was originally disdainful to Shangchuan and Shanghai and heard this poem, and I was in a daze for a moment.

The heavy snow capsizes, and the lake is like a mirror.

A lonely boat, an old fisherman wearing a straw raincoat fishing in it.

Ignorance, far away from the world, pure and quiet, and all sounds silent, a kind of lonely aura that transcends eternal history comes to my face.

Even though he was arrogant in poetry, he was also shocked by the artistic conception in the poem.

"I'm not as good as him!"

Shangchuan and Shanghai woke up from the artistic conception, and his face, which was originally proud and conceited, suddenly became gloomy.

With a gloomy look, she stared at Zhao Zheng who was drinking leisurely.

I thought he was sure to win and was ready to become Qin Xi's guest in the curtain.

But unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway!

Damn it!

At the other end of the corridor, Lu Wenchuan's scalp was even more numb at this moment.

As the son of the Grand Secretary, Lu Wenchuan started studying at the age of five. Over the past decade, he has read almost all the poems that have become Dasheng.

But all the poems chanting snow in Dasheng’s history are not as good as this level!

This young man is extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Lu Wenchuan took a deep look at Zhao Zheng, his eyes full of jealousy.

Why is it not me, Lu Wenchuan, the one who wrote such a poem?

What do I hate!

Zhao Zheng always looked calm and seemed not surprised by the popular people.

Joke, his belly is the crystallization of China's thousands of years of civilization.

Isn’t it more than enough to deal with a jumping clown on East Island?

Ignoring Shangchuan, Shanghai, Lu Wenchuan and others, I looked up at the private room on the second floor.

"Miss Qin, I wonder which of these two poems is better?"
Chapter completed!