On Jiangxin Island, the entire Poetry Conference Square was noisy.

At the VIP seat, many adults and teachers also whispered to each other, each enjoying Tang Yu's song "Spring Dawn".

Simple words and simple words are not fancy, but the artistic conception is lofty, presenting spring to everyone like a scroll.

"Okay, great! This guy's agility is simply...unbelievable..." Li Bo praised.

"Su Cainu, as soon as this poem is released, you should give in, right?"

Su Yuqiao frowned and snorted: "Although this poem is good, it is not better than the one "Untitled". With the rules of the propositional poem, this poem... is still not the leader..."

"hehe……"

A chuckle sounded.

The prefect Cao Qing stood up and walked slowly to Su Yuqiao, saying, "Prophet, you still haven't carefully savored this poem, and you haven't seen the wonder of this poem... I ask you, what is the first sentence of this poem?"

Su Yuqiao was stunned for a moment and instantly blushed.

He didn't expect that Lord Cao would listen to his words.

Lord Cao Qing is a scholar in the academy. Even if Su Yuqiao is crazy, he dare not be so crazy that he dare not accept Cao Qing.

Before Su Yuqiao could speak, another master said, "Mr. Cao, the first sentence is 'Sleeping in spring will not make you feel dawn"..."

It turned out that Lord Cao had spoken, and all the masters and officials came over.

Cao Qing looked at everyone with a smile and said, "This is the wonder. Why does the first sentence contain the word "sleep"? Think about it, what was Tang Yushizi doing when he was scolded by everyone just now?"

"He...he's sleeping...ah..."

As soon as Master Tao spoke, his face changed and he exclaimed...

The next moment, everyone's fear changed, including Su Yuqiao.

What a saying that spring sleep is not dawn!

It turns out that Tang Yu is talking about what he was sleeping just now. What does this sentence mean?

In layman's terms, spring is coming, and it is the season when you are sleepy and sleepy. You can fall asleep all night and don't know it's dawn. Isn't this a good sleep?

This poem is clearly a defense of Tang Yu for the reason why he was sleeping just now. At the same time, from the artistic conception, there is a hint of apology...

Scholars are sensitive and tactful. From beginning to end, Tang Yu did not apologize or say his fault.

However, the first line of this poem contains all the defense and apology deep in his heart. Judging from this poem, it seems that he is not a mistake at all when he sleeps, and he cannot even blame him.

Because spring is so beautiful and intoxicated by it, he was fascinated by it and fell asleep...

Just imagine, who would be willing to blame the scholar with such feelings or the scholar with such temperament?

The entire VIP, Xi Ya, was silent.

Li Bo stood blankly, his smile frozen on his face.

"This person's talent is almost a monster..." After a long time, Li Bo murmured.

He carefully savored these four lines of poetry, and the taste was very different from before.

This poem itself is already an amazing masterpiece, and reading this poem based on the situation before and after is even more fascinating and difficult to extricate yourself.

Su Yuqiao's face became paler and paler, and her slender fingers closed and bent, and clenched into a small fist.

But her eyes looked at the Poetry Club Square.

The young man in white robe was surrounded by many scholars, but he was still confused, stupid and dazed, and there was no trace of the talented man's dashing and elegant appearance. Can such a person write such a poem?

"The sky demon ship... fast, fast... the flying poem..."

Master Meng was so excited that his whole body trembled and his words were no longer as clear as possible.

The empty demon ship flew away and took away the intoxicating and inexhaustible song "Spring Dawn", while Master Meng walked straight towards the mat.

Master Meng left the VIP seat and walked towards the poetry seat. This scene immediately attracted everyone's attention.

And the many scholars surrounding Tang Yu naturally dispersed...

Master Meng walked to Tang Yu all the way, and his eyes were staring at Tang Yu with burning eyes, and the excitement in his eyes was beyond words.

"Okay, okay, Tang Yushizi... do you... do you have the word "大"?"

Tang Yu stared at the old master in front of him in a daze. Judging from his expression and demeanor, he knew that he was a big shot.

His heart suddenly became nervous, "Talk?"

"Don't you have to be eighteen years old to get the words?"

Xie Cong, who was standing beside him, saw that Tang Yu was so dazed, immediately hurried over and said, "Brother Tang, this is my Wuling University Master Wei Zhe, and his master of Guinan Middle School, whose courtesy name is Haoran. Why don't you reply quickly?"

“Uh…ah…”

Tang Yu came to his senses and was about to speak, but the next moment, his heart suddenly jumped, and his teeth almost bit off his tongue.

"Meng Zhe, whose name is Haoran, wouldn't that be Meng Haoran?"

"Spring Dawn" is Meng Haoran's poem. Then, just now... isn't it..."

Tang Yu only felt his eyes turn black. Is Meng Haoran in front of him the Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty?

"Meng...Meng Master Meng, poetry talent...I...is really bad, and my talent and learning...is even more unbearable. I hope Master will forgive me..." Tang Yu said this inconvenient words only in difficulty.

Meng Zhe didn't care about Tang Yu's nervousness and crampage at all. On the contrary, he saw that Tang Yu was so sincere and honest, and humble, and he felt even more happy.

What kind of person is Meng Zhe? He hid in the ground of Wuling, and Wuling City would shake three times.

Generally speaking, let alone middle school bachelors, even if Gao Xuezi is not nervous when he sees him? If Tang Yu is not nervous at all, it would be abnormal.

Immediately, he smiled slightly, surrounded the world and said, "You should learn from the scholars of Tang Yu. You are talented but not arrogant, and you will be proud of yourself. Only by being humble and can you embrace all rivers..."

The scholars all bowed their heads and said, "Disciples receive teaching..."

At that time, many VIP guests also walked from the VIP seat to the Poetry Conference Square, and everyone surrounded Tang Yu and Meng Fuzi in the middle.

When Master Meng saw that the scholars were sincerely taught, he immediately said, "Sir, who is not convinced by the talent of the scholars of Tang Yu?"

The whole audience was silent.

Liu He and Wang Maoze had long been hiding at the back, and both of them were ashamed, especially Wang Mao.

He can be said to be a miserable defeat at the poetry meeting today.

Not only did he not have good poems, he also shot himself in the foot.

He is now in tears. Tang Yu clearly comes from a scholarly family and has amazing talent. Why do he say he wants to go to a Holy See School? Isn’t this intentional teasing?

Moreover, those people in the Zhou family are also hateful. Tang Yu is obviously very talented, but they just say that Mr. Tang is ignorant and idle. Can a person who is not learning or ignorant and ignorant and can be so valued by the Taiwanese University?

And the first sentence is to ask if it has any words.

It clearly means to accept him as a disciple.

"Oh..." It's too late to regret. After today, I'm afraid I'll be the laughing stock of others in the Wuling academic community...
Chapter completed!