Datang: I have a god-level cheating system

Write poetry on the spot!

Poetry is peerless!

Shocked!

Chang'an Ling can't be overstated by any words that describe him as stunning and talented.

at such a moment.

Whether it's the Chang'an Poetry Club or the Taolin Poetry Club, or the people watching from the sidelines.

They were all attracted by Cheng Chumo's posture and poetic talent.

I have to admire Cheng Chumo's strength.

Such poetic talent.

They can't compare.

"Great Tang Emperor Star!!!"

"Peerless Poetry Fairy!!!"

this moment.

After a while of silence.

Finally, the biggest cheers erupted.

At this time, Cheng Chumo smiled lightly.

The boat floats, the spring breeze blows, and the clothes flutter.

He seems to have integrated into it, and has become one with the moving Meipi Lake.

Let countless beauties fall for it.

This time without judgment.

Nobody in the room is in a position to judge.

This poem about the writing scene of the lake is really beautiful.

Dongyang and Nanping's eyes are full of admiration.

Yuchi and his son are full of admiration.

"master!"

"He is the most comparable person in the world."

"We must learn from our master and his elders."

Yuchi Jingde said without blushing.

Lu Qingyuan, who was one of Chang'an's seven handsome men, froze for a moment before showing a smile.

"Brother Cheng's poetic talent is peerless! No one in the entire Tang Dynasty can compare with you."

"To fight poetry with you is to overestimate one's abilities."

"I lost, I lost completely."

"Even if I fight another [-] times, I will end up in a fiasco."

"I'm convinced that I lost."

Lu Qingyuan turned towards Cheng Chumo in the middle of the lake, bent down and cupped his hands and said loudly.

Lu Qingyuan said so.

I was really convinced.

And Cheng Chumo responded with a smile and cupped his hands.

At this moment, Cui Shaofeng and the others were so shocked that they didn't want to stay here any longer.

Now it is three to one score behind.

Continue to compare?

What if you lose again?
At that time, the Taolin Poetry Association was completely defeated.

And their Chang'an Qijun will also become a laughing stock.

Chang'an Qijun!

is invincible!

Must not fail here.

"Suddenly remembered that there is something urgent at home, I can't fight poetry anymore, I have to deal with urgent matters."

The eldest grandson suddenly spoke.

Then don't wait for what others say.

He left quickly.

He bears the reputation of eldest grandson Wuji.

He is the eldest son of Changsun Wuji, so he definitely can't end up losing the fight here.

The Taolin Poetry Association will not be defeated.

"My wife is about to give birth, and I have to go back quickly."

The genius who hadn't appeared was also speaking loudly.

He looked anxious.

As if he actually had a child born.

All of them are looking for various excuses to escape from here.

Everyone else understands.

Taolin Shihui is about to run away.

Seeing everyone fleeing in a panic.

Cui Shaofeng's face became more and more ugly.

These people actually ran away.

Even the last resistance was discarded.

Simply shameful.

"I seem to have something to do, so let's go first, and talk about Dou Shi later."

Cui Shaofeng cursed furiously in his heart, but in the end he chose to run away.

Everyone cast contemptuous eyes.

Especially Princess Nanping.

"It's really not a man! It's a pity that we went to the Taolin Poetry Club in the past. Now that I think about it, I really regret it."

Princess Nanping said with a look of contempt.

Cheng Chumo jumped into the air again, floating on the boat in front of him, and then jumped again, with his hands behind his back, he landed gracefully by the lake.

Then he walked and talked.

"Cui Shaofeng!"

"You really have a face!"

"Can you say something like this?"

"If you don't dare to compare, then get out, but if you get out now, then it will be regarded as a loss."

"Want to just fool around like this?"

"Do you really think I'm a fool? Or do you think the other people at the scene are fools?"

Cheng Chumo punishes every word.

Crispy Shaofeng, who wanted to run away, didn't know how to refute for a while.

"Chang'an Ling is right!"

"Seeing that you are about to lose, you just find your own reasons to run away? What stupid excuses are there for my sow to give birth? It's ridiculous."

Princess Nanping mocked loudly.

She deliberately disguised herself, so she was not afraid of being recognized by others.

Following Princess Nanping's words of ridicule.

Others also began to condemn Cui Shaofeng.

Cui Shaofeng blushed and had a thick neck.

Opened his mouth to speak but had nothing to say.

Now he can't wait to get in through the cracks in the ground.

Being ridiculed by so many people is also the first time in so many years of life.

"Shut up, all of you!!!"

"I really have something to do!"

Cui Shaofeng was still holding on.

His arrogance will not allow him to be ridiculed so easily.

"Get out if you have something to do, but from the moment you get out, Taolin Shihui will lose."

Cheng Chu said in a cold voice.

Cui Shaofeng's eyes widened, his nostrils were about to spit fire.

But held back.

It is also shameful to continue to entangle.

"Talented girl! Aren't you leaving?"

Cui Shaofeng is leaving, and if he loses, he loses, and he will definitely not compare poetry with Cheng Chumo in the future.

What's more, it's the grandson.

Before leaving, I also asked about the most talented woman in Chang'an.

"You go!"

However, Chang'an's number one talented woman responded indifferently with a veil.

She wasn't ready to leave.

Her gaze stayed on Cheng Chumo.

Seeing this, Cui Shaofeng hated Cheng Chumo more and more! ! !