Long live the best

Holding his hands up, he looked up to the sky and drank heavily. The wine wetted his clothes, and he was very happy.

At that moment, Qin Yun really felt that he was Li Bai, a poet fairy!

He numbs himself with alcohol, lest he be embarrassed to plagiarize later.

"Come on, memorize poems!"

Tao Yang immediately stood up, put a pen on the table, and waited for it!

That rice paper is as thick as a stack.

At that moment, all the talents and beauties in Pinghu focused their eyes on Qin Yun, and they didn't move for a moment, as if their breathing stopped for a moment.

Chapter 85: Talented Scholars and Beautiful Women Bow Down!

Qin Yun's cheeks were slightly red, and he felt drunk.

First he smashed the wine tank, he was full of spirits, and then he opened his mouth, it was Wang Zhan!

He shouted: "Will be served!"

Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

……

The five-flowered horse, the golden hair, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

Just a poem!

Both sides are silent.

Then there was a monstrous applause and applause!

Those who participated in the poetry meeting were all knowledgeable, so of course they heard the awesomeness of this poem!

Brilliant and beautiful, fall into madness!

"This person, this poem, is unparalleled in the world!!"

Gu Chuntang's whole body was trembling, his eyes were shocked, and he kept muttering in his mouth: "I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone! Good poetry! Good poetry!"

"No, it's a poem that lasts forever! In the past 500 years, I can't find a poem that can compare with the toast!" He almost yelled crazily.

In Yangchun Academy, everyone's eyes looked like they had seen a ghost, and they couldn't speak a word.

All kinds of underestimation just now, but the reality gave them a slap in the face, which hurts.

On a certain boat, Li Mu's Miao Ying walked up to the bow, her eyes were horrified, her brows and eyes flashed with an inexplicable brilliance, and she said excitedly, "Who is this person? Who is this person?!"

"How can there be such a number one person in the imperial capital? Tian Zong poetic talent!"

……

While everyone was still in shock, Qin Yun continued to read the poem!

He took another sip of wine, let the cold wind blow on his face, motionless like a mountain.He is bold and unrestrained like a fairy under the moon, and if he spits out, he is half of Daxia's poetry circle.

"Water Tune Head!"

When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for the wine.I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve.I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglouyuyu will be too cold to be high...

...People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning.Nung, moon and new moon!

Drinking wine brought the atmosphere to the peak, and Shui Tiao Ge Tou quickly quieted the scene down!

Thousands of people, gifted scholars and beauties raised their heads one after another, looked at the not-so-round moon in the sky, and burst into tears!

Nung, moon and new moon!

In the crowd, there was the sound of weeping...

"Good poem, I miss my dead mother... woo woo."

"Father, are you all right in heaven?"

"Xiaoqing, are you married? If not, don't wait for me, it's not worth it."

Someone else yelled frantically: "I understand, I understand!"

"The moon waxes and wanes, and this matter is difficult in ancient times. I want to cheer up and get my fame again!!"

Gu Chuntang was dumbfounded, and froze in place.

There is only this poem in my mind, and then a sadness emanates from the inside out, which makes people move!

Murong Shunhua stared at Qin Yun's back obsessively. Apart from shock, there was no other color in his beautiful eyes.

This is the third poem she heard from Qin Yun, the first one was relatively ordinary.

At first, she suspected that children of the royal family like Qin Yun were not really talented and learned, and must have bought other people's poems.

But now it seems that it is impossible.

No one will sell this poem!

She opened her mouth lightly, and said with a wry smile: "There is a person fighting poetry, it is clear that ghosts and gods are dancing."

The more Qin Yun read it, the more excited he became. He felt the shock from all around him, his blood boiled, and he couldn't extricate himself!

Keep drinking, keep shouting: "Quatrains!"

Two orioles crowed in the green willows, and a group of egrets rose to the sky.

The window contains the snow for thousands of years in Xiling, and the gate is anchored by a boat of thousands of miles in Dongwu!

"Happy rain on a spring night!"

Good rain knows the season, when spring is here.

Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.

The trails are all dark, and the river boat is bright.