Chapter 85: Talented Scholars and Beautiful Ladies Bow Down!
Qin Yun's cheeks were slightly red and the wine came up.
First smash the wine jar, and then the king exploded when he opened his mouth!
He shouted: "Wine will be in!"
Haven't you seen that the Yellow River water comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns.
Haven't you seen that the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair in the morning, and the evening turns into snow.
You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty.
I was born with my talents and I would be useful, and I would come back after all my money was lost.
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A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, and a man will be sent to his wine, and he will be given the same age as you.
After a poem!
Both sides of the straits are silent.
Then there was a burst of warm applause and cheers!
I have some knowledge when attending poetry meetings, and of course I heard the awesomeness of this poem!
A talented man and a beautiful woman, go crazy!
"This person, this poem is unparalleled in the world!"
Gu Chuntang was trembling, his eyes were shocked, and he kept murmuring: "I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone! What a poem! What a poem!"
"No, it is a great poem that will last forever! I can't find a poem that can be compared to toasting for five hundred years!" He shouted almost madly.
At Yangchun Academy, a person's eyes were like seeing ghosts, and he couldn't even say a word.
I looked down upon them all just now, but reality slapped them hard, which made them painful.
On a certain boat, Li Mu's Miaoying even walked up to the bow of the boat, her eyes were horrified, her eyebrows were flashing with inexplicable light, and she said excitedly: "Who is this person? Who is this person?!"
"How could there be such a figure in the imperial capital? It's so genius and poetic!"
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While everyone was still shocked, Qin Yun continued to recite poems!
He took another big sip of wine, letting the cold wind blow his face, as if he was still as a mountain. He was as bold as an immortal under the moon, and when he spitted his mouth, he was half of the poetry world in Daxia.
"Shuitu Songtou!"
When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don’t know what palace in the sky is, and what year is tonight. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade buildings will be cold at high places...
...People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away!
Bringing the wine to the top of the atmosphere, the water-dou song head quickly calmed the scene!
Thousands of people, talented men and beautiful women, looked up at the not-so-round moon in the sky, and burst into tears!
I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away!
There were whimpering crying sounds in the crowd...
"What a poem, I miss my deceased mother... Woo woo."
"Father, are you okay in heaven?"
"Xiaoqing, are you married? If not, don't wait for me, it's not worth it."
Someone else shouted wildly: "I understand, I understand!"
"The moon has its phases and waxing, and it is difficult to complete this matter. I want to cheer up and get a new record of fame and fortune!!"
Gu Chuntang was stunned and stood still.
There is only this poem in my mind, and then a sadness from the inside out emanates, moving people!
Murong Shunhua looked at Qin Yun's back in a daze, and there was no other color in her beautiful eyes except shock.
This is her third poem she listened to Qin Yun, the first one is relatively ordinary.
At first, she suspected that a royal child like Qin Yun was not really talented and learned, and must have bought other people's poems.
But now it seems that it is impossible.
No one can sell this poem!
She opened her mouth lightly and smiled bitterly: "This is a person fighting poetry, it is clear that ghosts and gods are dancing."
The more Qin Yun thought about it, the more excited he felt. He felt the shock from all around him, his blood was boiling and he couldn't extricate himself!
Continue to drink and continue shouting: "Quatrical!"
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of the West Ridge for thousands of years, and the door moors the ships of Dongwu thousands of miles away!
"Happy rain in spring night!"
Good rain knows the season, and it happens when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are black and the clouds are black, and the river ships are bright and the fire is bright.
Look at the red wet place in the morning, and the flowers are full of golden trees.
"Silent night poem!"
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Qin Yun recited one after another, like a ruthless machine.
Any poem that falls out of your mouth is enough to make the three thousand talents in the imperial capital so ashamed that they dare not look up.
From one song to ten songs, and then to ninety-nine songs, Qin Yun stopped for a while, without thinking at all, as if he was a gift of magical powers.
He brought scholars from both sides of the Taiwan Strait to heaven over and over again, and then threw them down high!
The cycle of the whole process made them weak and their legs were immersed in the shock of poetry, unable to extricate themselves, and their minds followed Qin Yun completely.
Gu Chuntang was already numb and almost sat down several times.
What poem?
What fucking comparison is this?
The dimensionality reduction attack is a blow when you open your mouth!
Not to mention the poems of ghosts and gods like wine or water tuning, even the most common spring night joyful rain is extremely rhyme and full of artistic conception.
Looking around Pinghu, no one can do it!
To be more vulgar, I don’t even deserve to carry my shoes!
Qin Yun took his last sip of wine, shook his face and turned red. He prepared to end a great poem and explode Pinghu directly!
"Qingyu Case, Yuanxi"
The east wind blooms at night, thousands of flowers and trees blow down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carvings fills the road.
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I searched for him for a long time, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim light.
The attainments of this poem are among the top three of a hundred poems.
The entire Pinghu Poetry Conference was completely stagnant.
Among the crowd, there were loud shouts of heaven!
It was like seeing a god, and some people even knelt on the ground crazily, saying that they were "poetry immortals"!
The ladies wearing rouge turned red and their eyebrows were as bright as they were, and they all threw various admiration and show of kindness to Qin Yun!
As it is, the beauty bows all her back!
Master Murong's heart beat violently, and his eyes looked elsewhere in a panic.
"Why is he looking at me?"
"I searched for him in the crowd for a long time, but when I looked back, the man was there, in the dim lights."
"Why did he look at me and make this last sentence?"
Before she knew it, her cheeks became slightly hot, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, slowly melting.
Pinghu exploded, completely exploded, shouts filled with shouts, and praises to Qin Yun were endless. The power of those poems was indeed too great!
Qin Yun burped and threw away the wine can.
A little drunk, Mr. Feng stepped forward and supported him in time.
"Hey, Gu Chuntang, it's your turn!"
"One hundred songs, one song is not enough to be missing! As men, we should be a little credit!"
At Yangchun Academy, dozens of people showed bitter smiles. How can we fight?
Gu Chuntang's eyes were dull, and he slowly stepped forward and picked up his pen, subconsciously preparing to write a poem.
But his mind was boring, and suddenly, he threw away his pen.
Looking at Qin Yun, there was a wry smile on his lips, and bowed frankly: "Brother Qin, I lost!"
"This poem is not used anymore. I will never see any of your hundred poems in my life."
After saying that, he gritted his teeth and a trace of determination appeared in Qingming's eyes.
He knelt down and bowed, and performed a great gift.
"If you don't dislike me, Gu Chuntang would like to worship you as your teacher and learn poetry!"
As soon as the words came to an end, the audience was shocked!
A world-famous talented man actually wants to become a disciple?!