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Chapter 429 The clown turned out to be himself

There were few poems praising mothers, and the time was only one hour, so many people were embarrassed.

Many people knew that this poetry meeting was used by Li Tai to show his filial piety, they could only praise him, and they definitely couldn't overshadow Li Tai's limelight.

But the poems they make must at least be readable, otherwise it will not only embarrass them, but also make others suspicious.

Compared to the others who were scratching their heads, Cheng Chumo and the others looked very calm.

Although the others were upset, they had no excuse to attack.

Seeing Cheng Chumo and the others' expressions, Li Tai was a little puzzled.

Could it be that they came prepared?

For some reason, Li Tai had a bad feeling in his heart.

Li Tai suppressed the feeling in his heart, and pretended to think.

Although he came up with the topic, everyone knew that he had prepared in advance, but he still had to do what he should do.

As time went by, many people picked up their pens and began to write.

"Everyone, I'm not being polite." Cheng Chu smiled silently, and started to write.

Apart from Qin Huaidao, no one else would want to let go of such an opportunity to be in the limelight.

Cheng Chu silently promised many benefits, so he took this opportunity.

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"Your Highness, it's time." The maid reminded.

Li Tai nodded and said loudly: "Everyone, the time is up, who would like to be the first to share his poems?"

Cheng Chumo was very confident in Lin Xuan's poems, Gang was about to get up, but Qin Huaidao pressed him down.

A few people may think that Lin Xuan's poem is good, but they don't know exactly what is so good about it.

But Qin Huaidao is different. He knows that this is a good poem that can be passed down through the ages.

It's not that he looked down on other people present, he didn't think anyone present could write a better poem than Lin Xuan's.

If Cheng Chumo was the first to read the poem, how would the others have the face to read their own?

In this way, this poetry meeting was disrupted by Cheng Chumo and the others.Not only offended everyone on the scene, but also offended Li Tai to death.

Cheng Chumo looked at Qin Huaidao suspiciously.

Qin Huaidao shook his head, but did not speak.

"Your Highness, everyone, you are making a fool of yourself." One person stood up, saluted everyone, and walked to the center of the hall.

"The stars are sparse in the sky, and the moon is half round in the sky." After a pause, he continued to read: "When I was a child, I often missed my mother and repayed my benefactor with kindness and filial piety."

"Okay, what a kind and filial benefactor, Brother Zhao is a great talent."

"Yes, this poem is a rare masterpiece."

After the man surnamed Zhao finished reading, there was a lot of applause.

In fact, this poem can only be said to be average, and it is not necessarily good to say how good it is.

It's just that the people who participated in the poetry meeting are not very old, and with the time limit, it's not bad to be able to write such poems.

"It's a shame." The man surnamed Zhao bowed his hands and returned to his seat.

Someone took the lead, and then the atmosphere became more enthusiastic. Everyone rushed to the stage and read out their own poems, which caused a burst of applause.

These people still have some talents if they can be invited by Li Tai.

As time passed, apart from Cheng Chumo, only Wang Tao and Li Tai's poems were left unread.

Wang Tao got up, looked at Cheng Chumo and the others mockingly, and came to the field.

"Parents are hard to repay, and children are never alone.

In the hearts of loving relatives, filial piety is the beginning of the world. "Wang Tao read slowly.

"Okay, Brother Wang, this poem will definitely be passed down through the ages."

"What a world where filial piety is the beginning, Brother Wang's talent is admirable, we are ashamed of ourselves."

Wang Tao said with a smile: "Everyone is absurd."

Wang Tao smiled triumphantly, looked at Cheng Chumo and the others, and said, "Guys, it's your turn. Everyone is waiting to appreciate their masterpieces."

"Haha, yes, we are all looking forward to reading your masterpiece."

"Hurry up and show your masterpiece to us for appreciation."

Wang Tao's words were echoed by many people.

They didn't like Cheng Chumo and the others.

Lin Xuan's song "Plum Blossom" last year made them a laughing stock, but this year Lin Xuan didn't come, so they naturally had to mock Cheng Chumo and the others to save face.

Cheng Chumo got up and said with a smile: "Since you want to read it, let you see it."

"Haha, can't he hear that we are laughing at him?"

"It's funny how someone who doesn't even know how to rhyme has the nerve to write poetry."

As soon as Cheng Chumo's words fell, there was a burst of ridicule.

They seemed to be discussing with the people around them, but they didn't lower their voices at all, Cheng Chumo listened clearly.

Cheng Chumo sneered, you won't be able to laugh anymore after a while.

Although he doesn't understand poetry, he is not stupid, and he can still tell the difference between good and bad.

In his opinion, those people's poems are far worse than the one written by Lin Xuan.

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing."

"Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return."

"Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs."

quiet!
Cheng Chumo finished reading the poem, and the scene was silent.

Many people had smiles on their faces, but now they are stunned.

They thought that they had just laughed at Cheng Chumo, and now they knew that the clown was actually them.

They really wanted to find fault with this poem, but thinking about the poems they wrote, they still didn't open their mouths in the end.

If they judge this poem as useless, then what are their own poems?
Wang Tao came back to his senses and exclaimed: "Impossible, this poem must not have been written by you."

He didn't believe that Cheng Chumo could write such a good poem.

Cheng Chumo doesn't even know how to rhyme, so how could he write such a poem that can be passed down through the ages.

Although the poems he wrote before were also praised by others for being passed down through the ages, but he knew that it was just others praising him.

The poems he wrote may be good, but they are still far from being passed down through the ages.

"Hehe, the poems you wrote were written by you. If other people's poems are better than yours, then you didn't write them yourself. Wang Tao, your belly is too small." Cheng Chumo laughed.

"you…"

Wang Tao noticed the questioning eyes around him, blushed and said, "You said you wrote this poem, so do you know the meaning of this poem?"

Wang Tao really wanted to say, your mother died when you were young, so why did you leave so tightly before leaving.

But he knew that mocking Cheng Chumo was just a conflict between juniors, and it was nothing.

But if he was talking about Cheng Chumo's mother, it would be different.

"Why don't I know the meaning of the poem I wrote? His Royal Highness Wei Wang said that he would write a poem in praise of his mother. I suddenly thought of my mother making clothes for me before I went to Gaochang. I was very grateful and expressed my feelings. I wrote this poem." Cheng Chumo said pretending to be melancholy.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan told him what to say in advance, otherwise he really didn't know what to say in this situation.

Weeping with gratitude, expressing feelings?

Wang Tao almost vomited blood.

From the beginning to the end, you were chatting and laughing with Yuchi Baolin and the others, and you didn't write a poem until the time was almost up. Is this also called gratitude?

However, he clearly knew that this poem should be ghostwritten by someone else, but he couldn't find any evidence.

Others didn't believe that Cheng Chumo could write such a good poem, but the emotion Cheng Chumo described was consistent with the emotion expressed in the poem, and they really didn't know how to refute it.

Everyone looked at Li Tai with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

All of their poems are not as good as Cheng Chumo's. Whether they can find their way back depends on Li Tai's.

It's okay to lose to Lin Xuan last year. After all, Lin Xuan has a great reputation, so it's not shameful.

But if someone like Cheng Chumo doesn't even know how to rhyme, they won't have the face to attend the poetry meeting in the future.

(End of this chapter)