The prince is very cruel

After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't think of the fourth sentence.

"It's over." Guan Ning whispered. He knew at a glance that it was all over. The more nervous people are, the more likely they are to make mistakes.

"What a pity, what a pity." Chen Tu shook his head and smacked his lips.

"Mr. Li, unfortunately, the time is up." Qin Ke, standing on the high platform, clasped his fists, but did not say anything sarcastic, and was quite serious.

"No!"

"I, I can do it. Please give me another chance in Shangyinge!" The scholar shouted unwillingly.

But such a struggle was obviously ungraceful, and he was quickly pulled away, and the Qushui Liushang continued.

There is no doubt that the failure of the first person and the lack of chance to win the cup added a lot of pressure to every scholar, making the whole atmosphere even more tense.

After all, a whole poem may not seem to have many words, but it is very difficult. Not everyone can compose a poem in seven steps like Cao Zhi. At least it must be neat and coherent, and not just some random doggerel.

Not only will you fail to become famous, you might even become a laughing stock!

Immediately afterwards, several scholars came and took the wine. The poems they wrote were quite good, which livened up the atmosphere.

At this time, the second person stood up.

As soon as this person came out, he was quickly noticed by Guan Ning.

"Why is it this guy!"

"He is uneducated and a piece of trash. All he does is play with women. How can he write poetry?" Chen Tu's voice was filled with disgust.

This person is none other than Zhao Qing, who is known as the Little Guardian of the capital. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is notorious, but most people dare not scold him.

Zhao Qing pretended to drink the wine and fanned himself with a feather fan, but his fat body looked ridiculous. He wanted to imitate a scholar, but he looked nothing like one.

"The mountains and waters of Wumeng are covered in green."

"A lone wild goose steps on the white clouds and sunset glow."

"A good fisherman fills his basket."

"I don't envy the immortals who rely on the fence."

Although this poem cannot be considered the best, it is obviously of higher quality than the previous ones. The sentences are neat, the artistic conception is there, and there is even a sense of comfort of life in the mountains, which is very clever.

In an instant, the whole audience was boiling: "Good!"

"Well done, Mr. Zhao!"

"Mr. Zhao is so talented!"

"Young Master Zhao is the God of Literature who has descended to earth!"

The sound of flattery was deafening, and Zhao Qing's fat face was almost smiling. He kept clasping his fists to the scholars around him, looking extremely proud.

Chen Tu felt sick: "These lackeys are really good at flattering!"

Guan Ning smiled and said, "It's indeed not bad, but it's definitely not written by this kid. It must have been written by the Zhao family's scholars in advance for him to show off at this poetry gathering."

"That's right, it must be a mental draft. This guy can write this kind of poem, so even a sow can climb a tree!" Chen Tu was very unhappy to see Zhao Qing showing off.

Guan Ning looked at the wooden table getting closer and closer, and suddenly had an idea. He smiled and said, "Brother Chen, do you want to suppress his arrogance?"

"Yes I do!"

"But how can we suppress it?"

"With my limited knowledge, the best I can do is write Eighteen Touches. If I make a fool of myself, my elder sister will kill me." Chen Tu said embarrassedly. Eighteen Touches is not a doggerel, it is pornographic.

Guan Ning smiled and said, "I'll give you a poem, you go and read it."

"Huh?" Chen Tu exclaimed, and immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, how can this be possible? If I recite Brother Guan's poems, wouldn't that steal his reputation? No, no, no."

Guan Ning smiled and said, "It's okay, just consider it as helping me. I don't really want to be the focus."

"Just be my mouth."

"This way, you can complete your eldest sister's instructions, gain some fame, and attract some customers."

"We can be considered to have achieved each other."

Hearing this, Chen Tu swallowed his saliva and hesitated for a long time: "This..."

"Don't hesitate, the wine is coming to us!" Guan Ning said.

Chen Tu was moved and gritted his teeth: "Thank you very much, Brother Guan. If you need anything in the future, I, Chen Tu, will definitely help you!"

He didn't even doubt whether Guan Ning's poetry was good or whether he had the ability to do it.

Guan Ning was very fond of him, grinned with very white teeth, and looked harmless, then said something in his ear.

Chen Tu was amazed after hearing this: "Brother Guan, is this a draft you didn't prepare in your head?"

"Don't worry about it. Go ahead and get some wine." Guan Ning said with a smile. He was not interested in being in the spotlight, but if it was about stealing Zhao Qing's limelight, that would be another matter.