Yipin County Magistrate: Start with invincibility

Chapter 426 The Poetry of the Stars Amazes the Audience ([-])

After Qin Feng finished the poem, he put his hands behind his back, slowly closed his eyes, and put on a deep expression.

Everyone present was stunned by Qin Feng's poem.

"When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water."

"The boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy."
Ewha repeated this poem in her mouth, showing a strange expression on her face.

What a beautiful poem this is.

She sighed silently in her heart.

The simple verses made her unable to restrain herself from thinking that she was lying on the boat after being drunk.

The stars in the sky are shining brightly, and their reflections are reflected on the lake, sparkling.

And she fell asleep quietly at this moment.

The boat fell silent, and everyone present was smacking the charm of this poem.

"It appeared, and appeared again."

Wan Kunming was so excited, he knew Qin Feng's literary talent was very good.

But Qin Feng can't easily write poems, so even if he knows Qin Feng's literary talent, it is difficult to see Qin Feng's works.

In fact, it's not difficult, but all of Qin Feng's previous works are too good, so he has long been familiar with these works.

People are greedy, and after seeing something good, they always want more.

After many days, seeing Qin Feng's works again, Wan Kunming felt like crying.

Li He was also stunned.

After hearing Wan Kunming's nonsensical poem just now, he thought that Qin Feng's level should be similar to Wan Kunming's.

But he never expected that Qin Feng could write such beautiful sentences.

Such sentences, even if you look at the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are countless beautiful words and sentences, but it is difficult to find a few sentences that can compare with this poem.

"The first question is the poem of the stars. In my opinion, this Mr. Qin is the most brilliant. Do you have any opinions?"

Lihua looked at the people around her, her eyes fell on them, and she asked with a smile.

Naturally, many people present felt dissatisfied, but they opened their mouths, but no one could say anything dissatisfied.

Compared with Qin Feng's, their poems are not a little bit worse.

"Hmph, it must be luck. Next question, I don't believe you can write such a good poem."

Li He gritted his back molars, quite disdainful.

The literati who were compared by Qin Feng just now also came to their senses and echoed again and again.

"That's right, Mr. Li must not have used all his strength."

"That's right, Mr. Li's poems and essays are outstanding, and what he just did was definitely not his work."

These literati said one after another.

They are all local scholars in Guanlan City. Although they usually fight endlessly, Qin Feng is a foreigner.

If Qin Feng is allowed to be in the limelight like this, wouldn't it be embarrassing for these local scholars?
When Lihua heard what these scholars said, how could she not know what they were thinking?
She snorted suddenly: "Really? So, can Mr. Li write better poems?"

"Ahem, this time I'm being generous and I'll let you go, but for the next question, I won't be merciful."

In fact, where can he write better poems, it is just to find a way for himself.

When Lihua heard the words, she smiled disdainfully: "Since you can't write, then don't talk."

"Young Master Qin is the winner of this poem of stars, so let Young Master Qin come up with the next question."

She looked at Qin Feng with a pair of beautiful eyes, and she also felt a little fond of Qin Feng in her heart.

When she was in contact with the little princess before, she heard about Qin Feng from the little princess.

At that time, the little princess boasted that Qin Feng was unique in heaven and earth, but she still didn't believe it.

It can be seen that Qin Feng didn't feel so strange when he saw the poem that Qin Feng just wrote.

Qin Feng looked around, looking for material.

It's late August now, and it's almost September, which is also the season when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

As a flower with extremely tenacious vitality, chrysanthemum can be seen from the southernmost South China Sea to the northernmost North Sea in Dazhou.

Beside the railing of the painting boat, there are also several pots of chrysanthemums, swaying gently in the evening wind.

Qin Feng's heart moved, and the topic of the question had already begun.

"This chrysanthemum is one of Qin's favorite flowers. For this next topic, it might as well be a poem about chrysanthemums."

"Okay, then according to Mr. Qin, the next question is the poem about chrysanthemums."

Lihua nodded, and looked at Li He who was not far away.

"Mr. Li, I don't know this question, what's your opinion?"

"I……"

Li He hesitated for a moment, but still took a deep breath: "Hmph, since Mr. Qin wrote the question, why not let Mr. Qin write a poem first?"

He was also a little apprehensive, if he gave the answer first, and Qin Feng wrote better than himself later, wouldn't he be ashamed?

But how could Qin Feng agree to him so easily: "I'm afraid that once the poems I wrote come out, you will not dare to write poems anymore, so I will save some face for you."

"you……"

Qin Feng's words were so rampant that everyone present were taken aback.

This is clearly a blatant mockery of them.

"Mr. Qin, you probably came up with the question yourself, and you can't write a good sentence yourself?"

When Li He saw that Qin Feng didn't say anything, he immediately had a plan.

But how could Qin Feng be annoyed by such a low-level aggressive method, he nodded unhurriedly, and then said seriously: "Yes, but I dare not speak, does it have anything to do with whether you want to write poems or not? "

This rhetorical question directly blocked Li He's mouth. Qin Feng was right. Even if Qin Feng dared not answer the question, it was impossible for them not to write poems.

But Li He was still a little confused, so he could only look at the other people present, hoping that they could help him answer at this time.

The literati present also wrote their own sentences in turn.

Poems about chrysanthemums are easy to write, after all, chrysanthemums themselves have a lot to write about.

But it is not easy to write well.

Everyone present also wrote their own works, and there are some beautiful sentences in these works.

But with Qin Feng's jade in front of him, these sentences are not enough to make everyone's eyes shine.

After everyone had written their works, Lihua looked at Li He.

"Master Li, next, can you tell us about your work?"

The works written by other scholars just now gave Li He a lot of confidence.

At least the draft in his heart is not only superior to those of these people.

"Scattered golden pistils, even withered, do not change their fragrance.

The deep clumps are hidden and solitary, and you still have to offer a clear cup. "

He cleared his throat, and slowly spoke out his work.

After the words fell, he also showed a proud expression, and looked at Qin Feng provocatively.

This time, Lihua couldn't help being a little surprised. Compared with Qin Feng's sentence just now, "When I'm drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams to press the Milky Way." It is indeed inferior.

But already very good.

(End of this chapter)