Datang: I have a god-level cheating system

The martial arts arena is surprisingly quiet!
Along with Cheng Chumo, he recited Cui Hu's "Tiding Capital Nanzhuang".

The general may not be able to tell whether the poem is good or bad, but the civil servant knows it clearly.

How good is this poem!

Is this written by Cheng Chu silently?
Gao Shilian stared at Cheng Chumo with wide eyes at this moment, muttering in his mouth.

"This is a classic poem that can be passed down to the world!"

"It is indeed a good poem. I actually felt a little bit of sadness when I heard Chang'an Order recite the poem."

Du Ruhui, who was always meticulous and silent, also praised.

"I don't know where the human face is going? Peach Blossom is still smiling at the spring breeze."

What a poem!

At this time, all civil servants agreed that Cheng Chumo's poems were too good.

Even Qiwang, who hates Cheng Chumo, and the eldest grandson Wuji, who dislikes Cheng Chumo, have nothing to say.

Now Changsun Wuji's face is livid.

The civil servants with five surnames and seven wangs also looked ugly.

As for Wei Zheng, who had been fighting silently with Cheng Chu before, he had a smile on his face at the moment.

"Second brother, those sinister and cunning literati seem to be particularly shocked. Has my family written any good poems silently? I can't tell the good from the bad."

Cheng Yaojin touched his protruding belly and asked in a daze.

I really suffered from being uneducated!

I don't know whether the poems written by my son are good or bad.

"I can't tell, but looking at those guys, it seems that they think that the poems written by the nephew are better."

Qin Qiong shook his head.

"That's right, look at that bastard Changsun Wuji, his face is as dark as black charcoal, he must be afraid of calling my silent father."

"Haha, I suddenly thought that I'm going to be a grandfather."

Cheng Yaojin didn't hide it at all, and shouted loudly.

Changsun Wuji naturally heard it.

He gave Cheng Yaojin a vicious look.

"Rude man!"

"Your Majesty, let's evaluate the poems written by Weichen and the great scholar Shangguanyi, who can write better."

Cheng Chumo suddenly felt a bit sunburned standing in this martial arts arena.

It's over now, is it uncomfortable to find a cool place to lie down?
Take it here!

What a rush!

However, at this moment Li Shimin was still a little dazed and distracted.

The two consecutive poems, whether they are about Beyond the Great Wall or Spring, are good poems.

I am so smart!He is really a Wenqu star!
"His Majesty?"

Cheng Chumo saw Li Shimin in a daze.

Can't help but want to laugh.

"Cheng Chumo, I, Shangguanyi, consider myself a poet, so I have some self-knowledge. My writing is not as good as yours. I lost."

At this moment, Shangguanyi said convincingly.

It seems that I chose the right poem, thank you, Brother Cui.

But you haven't been born yet, so let's call you Brother Cui.

"Sir Shangguan is humble."

Cheng Chu responded silently.

"Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chumo, you really don't show your face. There must be other things in this song, right? Tell me more about it."

Li Shimin finally regained his composure at this moment, and then he couldn't wait to know what else was hidden in this poem.

"Your Majesty, I saw a woman in Chang'an City in the spring of one year ago. She was standing in the peach grove in Chang'an City."

"In this peach forest, the peach blossoms are scorching, covered with branches, and the breeze blows, and the fragrance lingers around people."

"As for this woman, her pink and rosy face is full of autumn waves, she is dressed without makeup, and her plain clothes further accentuate her innocence and beauty, just like a peach blossom in the spring breeze, showing her beauty. The style of life."

Cheng Chumo looked reminiscent, and said with anticipation and sadness.

this moment!
Li Shimin was enthralled!

The people under the martial arts stage also kept quiet, listening to Cheng Chumo's memories.

It seems that the real connotation of this Wing Chun poem is love!

Love is something to look forward to in any era.

Stories about the love between men and women are also passed on by word of mouth, and everyone likes to listen to them.

Some old men can't help recalling their love when they were young!
Fascinated!Pity!sigh!

"Whose girl is my son taking a fancy to? Have you committed a nympho?"

Cheng Yaojin hit the mark.

But at this moment, Princess Dongyang under several peach blossom trees panicked.

Because she went to the Peach Blossom Forest in Chang'an City in the spring a year ago, and she also wore common clothes.

"Cheng Chumo is such an idiot. He actually wrote a classic handed down for a woman he has never seen before. I really envy that woman."

Princess Nanping, who loves people with literary talents, sighed with admiration.

He completely forgot that he was mocking Process Silence just now.

Princess Dongyang was even more flustered, and Qingcheng's cheeks were flushed.

At this time, Cheng Chumo was still standing on the martial arts stage, reminiscing about his own story, and he also borrowed Cui Hu's love story!

Brother Cui, thank you very much!