After Qin Yong's voice, Zhu Ze did not respond, and the many talents present were already in an uproar!

The public opinion naturally tends to "condemn" Qin Yong, saying that he is ignorant of politeness, and saying that he is arrogant. Anyway, it is full of "sneering" sounds. They all think that Qin Yong is not capable of doing that!

"Okay, very good! Then I'm waiting to see Brother Qin's masterpiece! Hehe, but I think Brother Qin should make it clear. Writing poetry is not the same as writing. If you write something that does not conform to the rules of level and tone, that's a mess!"

Zhu Ze also didn't believe that Qin Yong had the ability to write a poem that could be compared to the poem he had just said in such a short time, so he retorted.

“…”

Hearing Zhu Ze's words, Qin Yong did not speak, but looked at him gently, then turned around and walked towards Liu Luoyao.

"Haha, let you be proud for a while! After this competition is over, I'm afraid you can't even cry!"

Qin Yong thought so, so he didn't care about Zhu Ze at all. However, Zhu Ze didn't know what he really thought! He only thought that Qin Yong was told to the point of his heart, so he felt guilty, so he didn't dare to refute it! So, his mood was extremely good for a moment! Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that Qin Yong was too lazy to care about him, so he just made him arrogant and proud for a while.

"Madam, I wonder if you can do your husband a favor?"

Qin Yong slowly came to Liu Luoyao in front of everyone's puzzled eyes and said.

"Official...official, what's wrong? But it's okay to talk about it!"

Liu Luoyao herself didn't know what was going on, so she said in fear.

It turns out that although she is known as the number one talented woman in Yangzhou City, in fact, it is just a "joke" by those young talents. On weekdays, most of the young talents she comes into contact with are just those self-proclaimed romantic young talents, such as Han Zude, Zuo Mingqiu and other literary masters or older generation scholars. They have never had much contact!

So, she has never encountered such a scene like today! Especially after Qin Yong's question, heavyweights like Han Zude and Zuo Mingqiu all looked at her, so she was really a little busy for a while, and her face turned red for a while!

"Well. Actually, nothing happened. It just seems that my husband's hand was sprained today. If you want to write too many words, it may aggravate the condition. So, you should write it for me! Well, I'll read it. You write it!"

Qin Yong finally said what he meant, but suddenly heard what he said, Liu Luoyao, Qin Butcher, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc. were a little surprised, "What? Did he sprain his hand? Why didn't he know?"

However, Liu Luoyao looked up and saw the smile in Qin Yong's eyes. So she immediately understood that this might be just a joke. Although she didn't know why Qin Yong was, Liu Luoyao had already understood his meaning, so she nodded and agreed, "Yes, official!"

"Well, you can grind the ink first! There is no time for you to stop and then grind the ink!"

Qin Yong nodded and said again. So even Liu Luoyao felt unable to understand this! Even if he wanted to write the poems for him, how could he understand it if he didn't have time to grind ink? If he wanted to write poems, it would always take some time to think about it? Why? Can he write a few poems in one breath? If that is true, then he really may not have time to grind ink, but is this possible?

Liu Luoyao thought to herself, but on the surface, she had no intention of disobeying Qin Yong. As expected, she walked to the desk and picked up the brush and dipped it ink first!

"Okay! Let's start!"

"Snow presses the bamboo head low..."

"puff!"

"What kind of poem is this? It's too plain, right? It's just a big line. Does he really want to write something that doesn't conform to the law of level and tone?"

"That's right! It seems that this so-called 'Young Master Yongyue' is indeed a fictional reputation!"

"That's right! It's really disappointing!"

......

Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Qin Yong finally read the first poem. After reading this sentence, he deliberately paused for a moment, so many people present immediately sneered, because they all thought that this poem was not a good sentence at all, but Qin Yong's posture just now was so high that the first poem that came out was so ordinary, so naturally they had nothing to say good things!

Only a truly well-educated man like Han Zude frowned slightly at this time, but he didn't say anything, because they were all very clear that the quality of a poem was not determined by one of the sentences, but by the artistic conception of the whole poem. In the past, they had read too many good poems that seemed plain in the first half, but were outstanding enough in the second half, so they naturally would not make a conclusion immediately!

However, despite this, Han Zude was still a little disappointed, because the poems in Qin Yong's first half look really too ordinary. This is not in line with Qin Yong's image of being talented in his mind!

"hehe......"

Qin Yong naturally didn't care about such a discussion at all! The reason why he had to pause just now was to make those of them proud for a while. In this way, when a "slap in the face" was a little stronger! Moreover, he also wanted Liu Luoyao to write that poem smoothly. After all, the time it takes to write and recite it is completely different! In particular, his chanting poem was just memorized, so it is naturally impossible to take a poem like other talents.

Speaking of this, we can't help but talk about the purpose of Qin Yong asking Liu Luoyao to write these poems for him! In fact, on the one hand, because he is lazy, he is unwilling to do it himself! On the other hand, he has enough confidence in this competition about poetry, so naturally there is no need to reveal his "word" again, because it may cause a greater sensation! And this is no longer his pursuit. With his current fame and the reputation brought after this competition, what he has to worry about in the future is probably how to reduce his fame and reduce trouble, rather than being as sharp as he is now, it is amazing!

"...I'm going to get drunk with mud, and a red sun is still in harmony with the sky."

"Huh? The snow presses down on the bamboo head, and it is about to get stuck in mud. From a red sun, it is still in harmony with the sky. This... this poem is good! The meaning... the artistic conception is really too far-reaching!"

"Yes...yes! But...but, is this what Qin Mingheng made?"

"Okay...it seems to be! And from the perspective of the following, this poem is probably not inferior to the one written by Zhu Ze just now!"

"No...yes! But...but, how is this possible?"

......

Qin Yong's first poem and four sentences were finally read out, and the result was that the audience was shocked all of a sudden!

In fact, if you only count the first two sentences, then this poem is still extremely ordinary, and it can even be said to be inferior to vernacular Chinese. What kind of poem is this? The words and words are used too ordinary! Moreover, the scenes described are too common, so it is not worth mentioning at all!

But the problem is that the current poems are not only the first two sentences, but also the next two sentences, "A red sun will still be in harmony with the sky"?

What a courage this...

It not only describes the tenacity and upright nature of the bamboo gentleman, but also expresses the author's conceit of trying to compete with God!

In comparison, Zhu Ze's sentence "How many people can compete with pine and cypresses, the most romantic in literary works" is really a little petty! You are just fighting with pine and cypresses, but they are taller than the red sun and equal to the sky. This gap is not to mention how far it is!
Chapter completed!