Chapter 117 Riding face humiliation! Three consecutive poems!
After a while, I finished reading the last sentence.
At this point, a masterpiece has been written!
Lin Yiqiu took a sip of wine and said with the utmost contempt: "Everyone, you can continue writing. As long as you can write a song better than mine, I will kneel down for you on the spot!"
This poem, in the previous life, could be said to be the single most popular poem in the Tang Dynasty!
With these guys in front of me, even if each of them is given ten heads, they can't think of anything better!
At this time, Jiang Yihan and others looked as if they were constipated.
Compared with this poem, all the poems they wrote before were reduced to shit!
One is in the sky, the other is on the ground, there is no comparison at all!
And some literati have even become obsessed with reading it, muttering to themselves.
As for Shi Dongqing and Ma Qingming, their eyes were wide open and their faces were as black as drops of ink!
"Sir, this poem is the best poem I have ever seen in my life! It is simply perfect!"
The maid did not hesitate to praise her. After finishing the poem, she did not feel tired at all. Instead, she felt honored that she could copy such a good poem.
On the attic, Miss Ruyan had already stood up, looking at Lin Yiqiu with fascination and admiration!
This can indeed be called a masterpiece!
"What's wrong? Can't you think of anything better?"
Lin Yiqiu took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I just said that your talents and learning are not worth mentioning at all!"
"You also write poetry, write a der!"
At this time, you just have to use your face to output, and that’s called refreshing!
Although the literati present were a little unhappy when faced with this humiliation.
But under this spring moonlit night, they still can't even let out a fart!
It wasn't until a long while later that Jiang Yihan said coldly: "Haha, did you really write this poem?"
"What's the meaning?"
Lin Yiqiu gave him a cold look.
Jiang Yihan thought she had found his flaw, and smiled even more sinisterly.
"No one has ever written such a poem even though I have been in power for so many years."
"How can you, a young boy, write such a masterpiece? I think you simply copied it!"
"There is absolutely no way this poem was written by you!"
He spoke with great determination.
No matter what, he would not believe that Lin Yiqiu could have such talent.
After he finished speaking, other literati seemed to have found a way to regain the situation.
So he started to boo!
"That's right. How could he write such a poem?"
"It's definitely plagiarism! It's definitely from the book!"
"Shameless! You actually use other people's poems to pass them off as your own! Bah!"
"..."
For a time, Lin Yiqiu became the target of thousands of people.
When the maid saw this, she couldn't help but defend Lin Yiqiu: "Everyone, since you said it was plagiarism, there must be a source, right?"
"I have never heard of such a poem. Has anyone written this before?"
The maid is also quite rich and talented.
At least according to her knowledge, this is indeed not an ancient poem.
Lin Yiqiu did not plagiarize!
But Jiang Yihan naturally didn't believe it.
"Haha! Some ancient books are extremely difficult to find and most people have never heard of them. If he copied them, who would know?"
"unless..."
"Unless what?"
the maid asked.
Jiang Yihan smiled even more wantonly.
"Unless he can write another one, otherwise, this poem is definitely plagiarized by him!"
"Yes! Write another one if you have the guts!"
Yan Beiyun next to him also echoed.
Soon, the voice aroused the approval of other people, and they all asked Lin Yiqiu to continue writing a poem of this level!
"Sir, this..."
The maid looked at Lin Yiqiu awkwardly.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yiqiu's expression remained unchanged, and he said disdainfully: "Haha, such a famous article is as easy as drinking water for me!"
"Since you want to hear it, well, let me refresh your knowledge."
It seems that this group of literati must use the five thousand years of Yanxia culture to teach them a lesson!
"Girl, I'd rather you write it."
Lin Yiqiu raised his head and drank the wine.
The maid naturally did not refuse, picked up the pen and waited quietly.
And the girl Ruyan in the attic was also staring at Lin Yiqiu intently.
Could this guy be able to write more masterpieces?
After a long time, I just listened to Lin Yiqiu Lang reciting!
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky! It flows to the sea and never returns!"
"..."
"To be successful in life, you must have all the joy! Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"
"..."
Read it sentence by sentence.
The momentum is like a surging river, continuous and endless!
And as the last sentence fell, everyone's expressions seemed to have been struck by lightning!
Another famous article!
And it’s also a top-notch masterpiece!
It’s just that the artistic conception is different from the previous one!
Lin Yiqiu saw that they were extremely sluggish, as if they had polio.
So he smiled and said: "Don't panic, I'm not finished yet! There's more!"
With that said, Lin Yiqiu recited again!
And this time, it’s a long narrative poem, Pipa Xing!
The tone is sometimes melodious and sometimes deep, the maid's heart is surging, and her writing is like a startled dragon!
Until the sentence "We are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we know each other before we meet!"
Her pen paused and she was completely infected by this poem.
And that girl Ruyan was completely eclipsed by her beauty!
Because this poem is almost like writing about her destiny!
It's like recording her past, her present, and her future!
After a long time, the two poems were completed.
Lin Yiqiu continued to challenge: "How about it? Are you convinced now? You can write whatever you want, as long as it can surpass one of these three songs!"
But this time, no one dared to speak anymore!
"I...I suddenly feel a little pain in my stomach. Everyone, I'll take my leave now!"
Ma Qingming hesitated at first, then quickly left the yard with a dark face.
Naturally, Shi Dongqing didn't dare to stay any longer and left with him.
Not long after, one after another other people made excuses and ran out of the courtyard as if they were running away.
I don’t even have the shame to stay any longer!
shit!
If it is a poem, it can indeed be said that this guy plagiarized it!
But two songs, three songs!
Where will he copy it? Who can copy it for him?
If these poems existed in the world, how could no one know about them before?
This kind of poetry should shock ancient and modern times once it appears!
At this moment, Jiang Yihan was also speechless with a sullen face.
These few poems can basically put all his knowledge and face as a scholar on the ground and trample on them!
And it’s still the kind of random stomping that adds shit!
"I remember I have something to do later... I'll just stay. Everyone, please take your leave now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he just chose to run away!
The speed of walking is so fast, it feels like a strong wind at level 8!
Yan Beiyun was also embarrassed on the spot. After a long time, he fled angrily.
So in the end, there were only a few people left in the originally lively poetry gathering, still enjoying the masterpieces attentively!
"Hmph! If you fight me, I can crush you with just two words!"
Lin Yiqiu was too lazy to care about those guys who left.
And the maid had already gotten up. This chapter has been completed!