Datang: I have a god-level cheating system

Can Lu Qingyuan win?
Cui Shaofeng was not sure.

A guy like Cheng Chumo who doesn't play cards according to common sense is really annoying.

"Is this Cheng Chu's silent poetry really so amazing?"

"How come almost everyone at the scene is cheering for him."

"Do you think he can surely win Mr. Lu?"

The number one talented woman in Chang'an was a little puzzled, but more shocked.

How amazing a poem should be.

Can make so many people cheer for it.

"Master is going to show himself to others again."

"Why can't I write poetry?"

Yuchi Baolin shook his head and sighed.

"That bastard Cheng Yaojin really gave birth to a good son!"

"Look at you again! What a waste, you only know how to fight, but you don't understand anything. It's really annoying to compare people to others!"

"I, Yuchi Jingde, also lived a glorious life, a life of glory, capable of literature and martial arts, why did I give birth to such a waste like you?"

Yuchi Jingde became emotional with a dark face.

He also didn't forget to beat Yuchi Baolin's head.

Yuchi Baolin looked at Yuchi Jingde with an aggrieved expression.

I complained in my heart: Where are you both civil and military?
It's really putting gold on your face.

At this moment, the fighting poetry in the fourth round also began.

A stick of incense is lit.

Lu Qingyuan didn't say anything, he wanted to take out the poems at the bottom of the box.

Then fight silently with Cheng Chu.

He also does not believe that such a young person can always write good poems.

Naturally, Cheng Chumo still wanted to be a civil servant.

Whose poem did you copy?
Naturally, it is necessary to copy the poems of Meipi Lake.

So who is the most suitable?

Now there are boats, oiran dances, and banquets.

Cheng Chumo thought of "Rifting a Boat on the West of the City" by the poet Du Fu.

With this poem, Lu Qingyuan is sure to win.

After all, the other party is not a well-known poet.

Cheng Chumo wasn't going to write either.

He walked around the lake, looking around.

Walking with hands behind their backs.

Before reciting poems, fill up the atmosphere.

Moments of pretense don’t come often.

That should be cherished.

"The Chang'an Order will inevitably have another classic poem come out."

"And judging by the appearance of Chang'an Ling, he is preparing to compose a poem on the spot."

"Looking at the lake and seeing the scenery, do you want to write the scenery?"

Some talented scholars talked a lot and looked forward to it.

The people in the Taolin Poetry Club, and the people who watched the excitement outside the venue were all looking forward to Cheng Chumo's poems.

This hit them hard.

I regret coming here.

You shouldn't listen to Cui Shaofeng, what kind of club are you playing.

It's embarrassing when it comes here.

Now Cheng Chumo's reputation is too loud.

To fight poetry silently with Cheng Chu is to seek abuse.

Before Cheng Chumo recited the poems, Lu Qingyuan wrote the poems that he had written in advance.

Then began to chant.

It's okay to write about the scenery by the lake.

Therefore, the talented scholars of the Taolin Poetry Club feel that they have a chance to win.

"Cheng Chumo, you don't know how to write poetry, do you?"

"Aren't you called the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Why haven't you written a poem for so long?"

"Did we expect too much from you?"

"Sure enough, it's not a real genius, it will be short-lived after all."

Cui Shaofeng saw that Cheng Chumo hadn't written a poem for so long, so he couldn't help but mock him.

And some people in the Taolin Poetry Association also echoed Cui Shaofeng.

Obviously, they came here with a high profile to tease each other.

But it has been falling behind.

It's really frustrating.

"You fart!!!"

"How could Chang'an Ling not be able to write poems?"

Cheng Chumo's fanatical fans roared loudly at this moment.

And Cheng Chumo was also standing by the lake at this moment, looking at the lake, and then rose into the air, with the soles of his feet lightly dipped in a little lake water, and then jumped again, directly onto the boat.

Such movement naturally attracted everyone's attention.

I saw Cheng Chumo landed on the boat very chicly, with his white clothes fluttering, his head held high, and his hands behind his back.

At this moment, his temperament was completely different from usual.

All eyes were on him.

At this moment poetry becomes completely silent.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the lake is rippling.

"Green moths and bright teeth are on the building boats, and the horizontal flute and short flute are mourning the distant sky.

The spring breeze is confident and the teeth move, and it will be late to watch the brocade cable lead. "

Cheng Chumo had a complete literati temperament, then stood at the bow of the boat and began to chant.

Listening to the poem read by Cheng Chumo, someone listened carefully and understood it, closed their eyes and began to enjoy the beauty of this poem.

People who don't understand are pretending that they can understand.

The beauties and oirans all cast admiring eyes.

in this era.

Such men are the most popular.

"I want to marry Chang'an Ling!!!"

A beautiful woman shouted excitedly.

But Cheng Chumo's chanting did not end.

Standing on the bow of the boat, he continued to chant against the wind, confident and unrestrained, with a refined temperament!
"The fish blows the fine waves and shakes the singing fan, the swallows fly and the flowers fall to the dance feast.

There is no small boat that can paddle, and a hundred pots can send wine like a spring. "

The last poem recitation ended, and everyone was shocked! ! !

He fell into silence directly.