Qin Yun's cheeks were slightly red, and he was feeling drunk.
First he smashed the wine vat, he was very high-spirited, and then he opened his mouth and it was Wang Zha!
He yelled: "The wine will come in!"
Ignore you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and reaches the sea never to return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.
It is my destiny that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my gold has been spent.
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The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Just one poem!
Both sides are silent.
Then there was a huge burst of warm applause and cheers!
Everyone who participates in poetry gatherings has some knowledge, so of course they can hear the awesomeness of this poem!
The talented man and the beautiful woman fell into madness!
"This person and this poem are unparalleled in the world!!"
Gu Chuntang's whole body was trembling, his eyes were shocked, and he kept murmuring: "I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent! What a poem! What a poem!"
"No, it's a poem that will last forever! Even in the past five hundred years, I couldn't find a poem that could compare to the toast!" He shouted almost crazily.
In Yangchun Academy, everyone's eyes looked like they had seen a ghost, and they couldn't say a word.
They were looked down upon in various ways just now, but reality gave them a slap in the face that hurt.
On a certain ship, Li Mu's Miaoying even walked onto the bow of the ship. His eyes were horrified, his eyebrows were shining with inexplicable brilliance, and he said excitedly: "Who is this person? Who is this person?!"
"How can there be such a number one person in the imperial capital? He is such a talented poet!"
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While everyone was still shocked, Qin Yun continued to read poems!
He took another sip of wine and let the cold wind blow on his face, motionless as a mountain. He was as bold and unrestrained as an immortal under the moon, and when he spoke beautifully, he became half of the poetry world of Daxia.
"Water Melody Songtou!"
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with my wine. I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places...
...People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!
The wine brought the atmosphere to its peak, and the water tune singer quickly silenced the scene!
Thousands of common people, talented men and beautiful ladies raised their heads one after another, looked at the not-full moon in the sky, and burst into tears!
I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!
Crying sounds could be heard from the crowd...
"What a poem. I miss my late mother... Wuwu."
"Father, how are you in heaven?"
"Xiaoqing, are you married? If not, don't wait for me. It's not worth it."
Others shouted wildly: "I understand, I understand!"
"The moon waxes and wanes. This matter has never been solved. I must cheer up and take the exam for merit again!!"
Gu Chuntang was dumbfounded and stood motionless.
There was only this poem in my mind, and then a sadness radiated from the inside out, which made people moved!
Murong Shunhua looked at Qin Yun's back in a daze, his beautiful eyes filled with shock and no other color.
This is the third poem she has heard from Qin Yun, the first one is relatively ordinary.
At first, she suspected that Qin Yun, a member of the royal family, was not really talented and learned, but must have bought other people's poems.
But now it seems that it is simply impossible.
No one will sell this poem!
She opened her mouth lightly and said with a wry smile: "Here and there, there is a person fighting poetry. It is obvious that ghosts and gods are dancing."
The more Qin Yun thought about it, the more excited he got. He felt the shock coming from all around him, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't extricate himself!
Continue to drink and continue to shout: "quatrain!"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door holds the ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu!
"Spring night brings joy to the rain!"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the only light is the fire on the river boats.
Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Quiet Night Poetry!"
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Qin Yun read one song after another, like a ruthless machine.
A random poem that comes out of his mouth is enough to make the three thousand talented people in the imperial capital so embarrassed that they dare not even raise their heads.
From one song, to ten songs, to ninety-nine songs, Qin Yun didn't stop for a moment, without thinking at all, as if he was gifted with supernatural powers.
Over and over again, he brought scholars from both sides of the Taiwan Strait to heaven and then threw them down high into the sky!
Repeatedly, their legs and feet became weak, and they were intoxicated by the shock of the poems, unable to extricate themselves, and followed Qin Yun completely.
Gu Chuntang was already numb and almost sat down several times.
Compared to what poem?
What the hell else is this?
It was a dimensionality reduction attack as soon as I opened my mouth!
Not to mention the poems about ghosts and gods like "The Wine Will Come in, Water Melody Song Tou", even the most common spring night joyful rain has extremely neat rhymes and full of artistic conception.
Looking around Pinghu, no one can do it!
To put it crudely, he is not even worthy of carrying shoes!
Qin Yun drank the last sip of wine, staggered, his face turned red, and prepared to end with an awesome poem that would blow up Pinghu!
"The Sapphire Case, New Year's Eve"
The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance.
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The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
The achievement of this poem is definitely among the top three of one hundred poems.
The entire Pinghu Poetry Society came to a complete standstill.
The crowd burst into cheers!
It's like meeting a god, some people even knelt down crazily and called them "Poetic Immortals"!
The ladies with rouge on their faces, their faces flushed, their eyebrows blooming, all showed all kinds of admiration and goodwill towards Qin Yun!
Seriously, all the beauties are bowed down!
Headmaster Murong's heart beat violently, and his eyes looked away in panic.
"Why is he looking at me?"
"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place.?"
"Why did he look at me and say that last sentence?"
Unconsciously, her cheeks felt slightly hot, like a thousand-year-old iceberg slowly melting.
Pinghu exploded, completely exploded, there were shouts and praises for Qin Yun. The power of those poems was indeed too great!
Qin Yun burped and threw away the wine jar.
Slightly drunk, Mr. Feng stepped forward and helped him in time.
"Hey, Gu Chuntang, it's your turn!"
"One hundred songs, even one less will do! As men, we must show some credibility!"
In Yangchun Academy, dozens of people showed bitter smiles, how could they fight?
Gu Chuntang's eyes were dull, and he slowly stepped forward to pick up the pen, subconsciously preparing to write a poem.
But his mind was dull and boring, and suddenly he threw away the pen.
Looking at Qin Yun, there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said frankly: "Brother Qin, I lost!"
"This poem is no longer useful. I will never be able to match any one of your hundred poems in my lifetime."
After speaking, he gritted his teeth and a trace of determination appeared in his clear eyes.
He rolled his sleeves and knelt down to bow, making a great salute.
"If you don't mind me, I, Gu Chuntang, would like to become my teacher and learn poetry from you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was shocked!
A great talent who is famous all over the world wants to become his disciple?!