Brother Chenmo, then Qin will first look for what he wants to write, Brother Chenmo, you have to come on! After a while, I will read my poems in front of everyone. ”

Qin Changqing said a word to Chen Mo and walked away!

At this time, Chen Mo finally understood what Qin Changqing was thinking!

It turned out that he wanted to make a fool of him in front of these people! Because it's really ridiculous to write without knowing poetry, especially when everyone is a famous literati, and he just wants to disgrace him.

Girls don't matter, and there are really not many girls here, but boys are different!

Since you have this abacus, Chen Mo originally wanted to abstain directly, so let's have fun now.

The corners of Chen Mo's mouth hooked slightly.

Of course, Tang Panpan didn't understand these careful thoughts, she looked at Chen Mo and said, "Young Master Chenmo, do you understand poetry?" ”

"What do you think?"

"I shouldn't understand, after all, the prince of Chenmo is already so powerful, and there must be little research on poetry, otherwise it will be too demonic." Tang Panpan shook his little head and said.

Chen Mo didn't say much.

"But I won't, don't you think Panpan is bad."

Tang Panpan bit his red lip and looked at Chen Mo.

"Fifth on the list of bad days?"

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Tang Panpan couldn't help laughing, laughing from the bottom of his heart, and Qin Changqing on the other side saw that Tang Panpan was talking and laughing with Chen Mo, and secretly clenched his fists! Everyone else is wandering here, looking for what they want to describe, and they are still talking and laughing?

"Sun Shao, I'll see you in a while!"

Qin Changqing said a word to Sun Xiao, one of the four great talents.

"Qin Shao, don't worry, wrap it up on me!"

There are more than 100 people in the entire stadium, that is, a few of the famous ones who have attracted more attention, this is the home of Tianfeng City, and there are naturally more supporters of the four talents.

"Young Master Yang, I don't know what you want to write?"

Several people gathered around Yang Qianfeng.

Yang Qianfeng smiled and said, "Don't say it, don't say it, you'll know it in a while." ”

"These are all tables, chairs and benches, how can there be anything to write, and what is written are some poems without depth, I wonder if Yang Gongzi can tell me a thing or two?"

Yang Qianfeng smiled and said: "The key is in the heart, you can't just look at the surface of everything, okay, I have to write poetry." ”

On the other side, Chen Mo picked up a pen and paper.

He definitely doesn't know how to compose poetry, but since this Qin Changqing wants to see him laugh, Chen Mo can't let him get his wish.

"Have you already thought about what you want to write?"

Tang Panpan looked at Chen Mo, and two words were written on the paper in her hand...... Furniture!

That's right, she can't write, and the name of the poem is called Table and Chair, but there's something about it...... But it's estimated that I'm going to abstain, how can a girl who doesn't even like to wear skirts be able to play the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry?

"Whatever you want."

Chen Mo said, and then he sat there and began to write, Tang Panpan curiously held his chin beside Chen Mo and looked at the words written by Chen Mo.

Poof—

Then she couldn't help but laugh.

Because the word ...... It's ugly.

Chen Mo was slightly embarrassed, no matter how good-looking you are, you can still look good if you haven't written for a few years? What's more, Chen Mo's handwriting is not very good-looking.

It's only been a few minutes, Chen Mo is the only one in the audience who is sitting there and writing hard, and the others are thinking while walking, occasionally writing down a few words, and then thinking for a long time.

"Oh? The young man in the mask looked at him and thought about it. Sect Master Wang saw Chen Mo not far away, and then couldn't help but say.

"It's a bit unexpected here, looking at the four most talented talents, it seems that the beloved son of the Yang City Lord has written a lot."

"Hehe......" City Lord Yang smiled and said: "My son doesn't like to cultivate, that is, he likes to compose poems and lyrics, but it is a thousand miles away from you, and you still need more cultivation from Huangfu." ”

"Hehe, talented people must be cultivated well, no matter who they are, after all, this is what Her Majesty the Empress likes." Huangfu Gong smiled.

That Liu Tianyan glanced at Chen Mo, she recognized the very beautiful girl beside Chen Mo, if she was not mistaken, plus Qin Changqing had always been by her side, she should be Lei Lingzong's daughter.

Lei Lingzong's daughter has been following him? It doesn't seem ordinary.

Tang Panpan doesn't understand poetry, but she feels that Chen Mo's writing seems to be okay.

"Dusty boy, what do you mean?"

Tang Panpan saw Chen Mo put down his pen and ink and asked curiously.

"Whatever you want."

Chen Mo said.

After a while, Qin Changqing also finished writing and walked over.

"Brother Chenmo, how is it written?"

"It's okay, I don't know how to write poetry."

"It's okay, Panpan, what about you?"

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Qin Changqing couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

"Hmm... Abstaining, not at all. Tang Panpan said embarrassedly.

"Well, you don't like that after all."

"Brother Changqing, have you finished writing it too?"

"Whatever you want." Qin Changqing said with a smile.

Tang Panpan: "......"

Are men like that? Both of them replied casually......

Time passed slowly, and they basically returned to their seats, there must be something to be here, even if it was written in a tacky manner, half an hour was enough to compose a poem.

"Okay, it seems that everyone has finished writing, now from the first Yang Qianfeng, you can read the poems you wrote in public first."

Huangfu Gong said to Yang Qianfeng with a smile.

"Yes!"

Yang Qianfeng stood up, and then said: "The poem written by the student is called "Sigh of the Light". ”

Then Yang Qianfeng read out his poem word by word.

"Okay, what a light sigh, using the fire of the oil lamp as a metaphor for life, this poem is good, what do you think?"

The emperor asked the other five.

"Hmm... Poetry is to borrow things to metaphor people or borrow things to metaphor things, in this regard, this poem is qualified, but whether it is the subject matter or the content of the poem, it still falls into the vulgar pen a little bit, of course, it is already very good! It deserves a compliment! ”

Grandmaster Li nodded and said.

Several other people are also good judges, and they won't say too good, but they are definitely qualified.

"Thank you!"

Yang Qianfeng then sat down with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This already indicates that he has advanced to the next round, as long as all of them are promoted, then his poems will be seen by Empress Sheng Yao!

"Next!"

"Next!"

“……”

Qin Changqing has also demonstrated his own poems, so naturally he can get by! As for Tang Panpan, she abstained, but no one laughed at her, no one dared, and she was a girl, everyone knew her character, she just came to play.

"Next, this young man, come on!"

Huangfu Gong looked at Chen Mo, and Liu Tianyan's gaze was also on Chen Mo's body.

Chen Mo stood up.

"The title of the poem is 'Silent Night Thoughts.'"

The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head to think of his hometown.

(End of chapter)