Chu Huan never thought that he would write poems in public one day, let alone that when poems could save people, he didn't put down the pen immediately, but quickly turned his brain.

This history, he remembers clearly, when the Three Kingdoms competed for the world, there was a mistake with the history he knew, and finally the Eastern Wu unified the world, established the Wu State, hundreds of years later, and was replaced by the Great Hua Kingdom, at the end of the Great Chinese Dynasty, the princes were divided, the world was disputed, and fell into the troubled times of water and fire, and the Qin lord Yingyuan in the Central Plains hegemony, with a strong cavalry legion, the east and the west, the destruction of the Eighteen Kingdoms, and finally the establishment of the Great Qin Empire.

The history after the Three Kingdoms has completely changed.

In other words, after the Three Kingdoms, many dynasties since the Jin Dynasty no longer existed, and Tang and Song poems and Yuan songs naturally did not appear in this era.

Even if he did not study poetry carefully in his previous life, those well-known literati are vividly remembered, and those popular poems and songs are still fresh in their memories.

It's not that he can't write now, but there are too many poems and songs in his mind, and his brain is like a poetry bank, let him take it, and he is just thinking about the choice now.

When Luo Ding saw that Chu Huan also came out, the resentment in his eyes deepened, but when he saw that Chu Huan didn't write immediately, he thought that Chu Huan was also not able to understand literature and ink, and he was suddenly full of joy, and the ridicule on his face was even stronger.

The previous literati stepped forward, they had already thought about it below, and they would soon be able to write when they went up, thinking like Chu Huan but not writing, it was very rare, the literati suddenly whispered, many people had already shown disdain, in their eyes, Yingren and Chu Huan should be rich young masters, I don't know how thick the sky is to snatch the literary flowers, but they can't write anything for a long time, that is self-humiliation.

Mr. Lan stroked his beard, but he looked calm, he looked at Chu Huan slightly, Chu Huan's skin was slightly dark, his bones were distinct, and he looked heroic, he didn't look like a literati student who read poetry and books, nor did he look like he was dressed like a child of a rich family, but like an iron-blooded man who came out of the sonorous iron and blood.

When it comes to nervousness, Yingren is nervous, but the other person is even more nervous.

Mo Lingshuang on the flower selection platform kept her eyes on her watery eyes, looking straight at Chu Huan, and her heart had risen to her throat.

Chu Huan was able to stand up at this time, which made her unspeakably happy in her heart, but as everyone could see, Chu Huan really didn't look like a person who was a poet.

Previously, so many literati who had read poetry and books stepped forward to grab the literary flowers, but only a handful of them could receive them, Ling Shuang really couldn't believe that Chu Huan could make poems that shocked the audience.

The courtyard was silent for a while, and Luo Ding almost wanted to say sarcasm, but he tried his best to restrain himself, but he was already laughing in his heart.

At this moment, when Chu Huan's wolf finally fell, everyone saw Chu Huan's pen and writing, which was completely different from Fang Cai's silence, and his right hand was waving vertically and horizontally, which was quite imposing.

Yingren had already stepped forward, frowning at first, but soon showing surprise.

But seeing Chu Huan writing hard, it really seemed to be an explosion of inspiration, in a moment, he had already written several pieces of paper, Yingren was not idle, Chu Huan finished writing one and took it away, Yingren immediately stepped forward to pick it up and spread it to the side.

He was a dignified son, and at this time, he was not unwilling to fight for Chu Huan, but he was full of energy.

He didn't know if these poems could pass the test, but Chu Huan was able to write them, which already made him very happy, he only hoped that Chu Huan would write as much as possible, so that there would be a wide range of choices, and there would always be a few poems that could pass.

Chu Huan buried his head in writing, he just felt that the poems in his mind came one after another.

Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Xin Qiji, Li Shangyin, Liu Yong, Liu Yuxi, Wang Wei, Li Yu, Su Shi, Tang Bohu ......, these poems seem to be transformed into Chu Huan's body at this time.

At this moment, Chu Huan is not alone, the countless poems of the Tang, Song, Yuanming and Ming dynasties are possessed by the soul, he integrates the inspiration of these first-class literati, indulges in the strokes, and writes like flying.

"There are no color wings and two flying wings. It's easy to understand! ”

"If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight!"

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the person was there, and the lights were dim!"

"This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time!"

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao!"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground!"

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny!"

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud!"

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!"

The good sentences in Chu Huan's mind are like waves rushing, every time he finishes writing a poem, several more will spring up in his mind, and when these are finished, the poems and songs in his mind are not only exhausted, but more and more.

These poems and songs are all good words and famous words that have been handed down for hundreds of thousands of years in later generations, and many of them are popular, and many poems can be recited even by children of a few years old before crossing.

At that time, the stars were shining, and the essence of Chinese writing reached its peak at that time, and countless literati used their wisdom and talent to leave a lot of literary essence for mankind.

At this moment, those poems and songs that may be buried were pulled by Chu Huan onto the cultural stage of this time and space.

Chu Huan himself didn't know how many poems he had written, but he actually understood in his heart that the cultural concepts of the two time and space were different, and he didn't know if he could pass each of these famous sentences of later generations.

So like Yingren, he also felt that it didn't hurt to write a few more poems, the east was not bright and the west was bright, and he wrote enough poems, after all, they are all long-standing nouns and good sentences, and there are always those who can be appreciated by these three gentlemen.

In fact, he didn't care about what was wrong at this time, as long as it was what he thought of in his mind, he immediately wrote it on paper, lyrical, inspirational, descriptive, sad, happy, and even remembered a few poems in "Dream of Red Mansions", and wrote them together, as well as the glamorous words in "Golden Vase Plum", he also wrote them unconsciously.

He didn't know how long he had been writing, until his fingers were a little sore, he stopped, looked at Yingren, and asked, "How many songs?" ”

I saw Yingren holding a piece of paper in his hand, his mouth opened wide, his face was shocked, he actually looked at Chu Huan blankly, but he was speechless for a while, Chu Huan was stunned, and went to see Mr. Lan, only to see that the three gentlemen had already taken the poems for a sneak peek, and at this moment, the three people seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and the three old gentlemen who were originally extremely cultivated were all staring at Chu Huan, one by one.

The whole courtyard was quiet and scary.

Those literati were all disdainful of Chu Huan at first, only thinking that Chu Huan was embarrassed, and some people felt that even if Chu Huan could write poems, it would only be one or two poems, and they would definitely not pass.

But Chu Huan worked hard to write a book, it was actually half an hour, the pen was like the wind, like a madness, everyone saw it, no matter what kind of poems Chu Huan composed, he could continue to think and write poems continuously, which was already a terrifying thing.

Mr. Lan finally came back to his senses, looked at Chu Huan in surprise, and said, "You have already written forty-two ......!" ”

"Forty-two?" Chu Huan thought for a while and said, "Then let's make up three more songs!" Pick up the brush and write down three more songs, then put down the wolf hair, and said: "Forty-five songs!" I thought to myself: "Of the forty-five poems, there should be thirteen that can be cleared!" ”

Mr. Lan was already excited, and asked, "Can this little brother still write?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

It must be known that Mr. Lan is the gentleman of Caotang Academy, although he is not the dean, but his identity and prestige are already extraordinary, although he is not an official, but his influence is much stronger than some officials.

Mr. Lan is highly respected, and when others see him, they are the first to salute him and call him "Mr.", and many literati can even become Mr. Lan's disciples as their goal.

At this moment, Mr. Taishan Beidoulan, who is in the eyes of literati, took the initiative to surrender his hand to Chu Huan, and even called him "little brother", and looking at Mr. Lan's expression, it is not just as simple as appreciating it, such a scene, how can it not be shocking.

Chu Huan said: "This ...... I should be able to write a few more! ”

Mr. Lan said excitedly: "Since the little brother can still write, you might as well continue!" ”

Chu Huan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Forget it." I'd rather be lacking than overkill, I've written forty-five songs, and I'm ...... No, I feel like it's pretty much the same. Shi Li said: "This is Xu Gongzi's occasional inspiration on weekdays, regardless of time and place, in the heart of the following, written out, may not be in time for the occasion, but also ask the three gentlemen to correct the comments!" ”

Mr. Lan looked left and right, arched his hand and asked, "What do you two gentlemen think?" ”

Mr. Lou has already said: "The old man has read thirteen songs, in my opinion, all of these thirteen songs can pass the test!" ”

Mr. Zhao stroked his beard and smiled, and looked at Chu Huan with appreciation in his eyes: "The old man has read nine songs, eight of which can pass the test, and the remaining one has to be consulted with two of them!" ”

Mr. Lan laughed and said, "The old man has read sixteen songs, and fourteen of them can get Wenhua!" ”

The exclamations around him, Luo Ding was in a hurry, and he almost fainted at this time, and Mo Lingshuang on the flower selection platform heard the words of the three masters, and a sense of excitement that had never been seen before surged all over his body, and he involuntarily rolled down crystal tears.

Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mr. Lan say this, so it seems that the level of appreciation of poetry in this era is not too much deviation, at least Mr. Lan's words have prevented Mo Lingshuang from falling into Luo Ding's hands.

Mr. Lan said again: "This little brother, I don't know what to call it? ”

Chu Huan pointed at Yingren and said, "These are all poems by Xu Gongzi, and they are just ghostwriters, so I don't dare to take credit!" ”

Mr. Lan smiled faintly, glanced at Yingren, stroked his beard and said: "No matter how many poems can be won in the end, today's achievement, no one dares to say it, but it is already unprecedented!" ”