Yipin County Magistrate: Start with invincibility

Chapter 427

Seeing Li Hua's expression, Li He was also extremely proud.

"Master Qin, when will you let us see your masterpiece?"

His tone was full of provocation, and Qin Feng couldn't help curling his lips when he saw his stinky face.

This kid's poems do have some taste, but his fault is that he tried to fight against Qin Feng who has thousands of years of ancient poems in his belly.

And chrysanthemum has always been a popular fear in the long history of poetry. No matter who it is, it is inevitable that he will appear when writing poetry.

After pondering for a while, he had an idea.

At this moment, Qin Feng's breath changed again.

If it is said that when he wrote the poem just now, the breath on his body gave people a feeling of silence and distance, then at this moment, Qin Feng gave people the feeling of coldness and chill.

It can even be said that Qin Feng's body is exuding a vague murderous aura.

"When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom."

Silence, deathly silence.

There was a gentle breeze on the surface of the river, and there were waves of waves in the water, but at this moment, all the sounds disappeared.

Only Qin Feng's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

There seemed to be a bit of coldness in the air, and just two lines of poetry made everyone present feel a chill.

But Qin Feng didn't stop.

"The murderous aura soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."

Another two poems sounded.

"hiss."

Li He, who was looking at Qin Feng triumphantly just now, the smile on his face froze, and he couldn't say a word.

He couldn't help shivering. The moment Qin Feng finished the whole poem, he seemed to see a group of soldiers in golden armor appearing in front of him.

They were rushing towards him like mountains and seas.

He couldn't help shivering.

Everyone on the boat was stunned.

Lihua opened her mouth, wanting to comment on Qin Feng's poems.

But she thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a word.

These four short poems are filled with endless arrogance and murderous intent.

"When my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill them."

How cold and arrogant this is.

Although the second and third sentences used two killing characters in succession, some points were reduced, but compared with the murderous look and artistic conception of this poem, this small flaw is nothing.

And more importantly, Lihua couldn't figure it out even if she broke her head.

The style difference between the two poems before and after is really too big. The first poem feels like a dream, but the latter poem instantly becomes murderous.

It is often said that outstanding literati can write their own experiences and insights into their works, but what is Qin Feng doing to write such a different style of work.

And both styles are the pinnacle of perfection.

At this moment, Lihua was suddenly very curious about Qin Feng's behavior.

Qin Feng came back to his senses, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "How is it, everyone."

"As I said earlier, I am afraid that after my poems are written, you will not dare to publish them again."

Qin Feng smiled lightly.

Everyone was pulled back to reality by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at Lihua at the side again: "Miss Lihua, I think I should be the winner of this poem about chrysanthemums?"

"That's right, Mr. Qin is of course the winner."

Pear Blossom nodded quickly.

Qin Feng is not writing poetry here, he is simply showing off his skills.

She pondered over the poem just now, what kind of arrogant man must be to write such a poem?
However, the poetry conference will continue.

"Since the winner of the poem about chanting chrysanthemums is still Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin will decide the next topic."

"No, I want Mr. Li to come."

After Lihua finished speaking, Qin Feng suddenly interrupted her.

"Mr. Li, weren't you unconvinced just now?"

Qin Feng's tone was full of sarcasm: "Since Mr. Li is not convinced, why not let Mr. Li come up with the question?"

Li He's face turned pale from anger, how could he fail to see what Qin Feng was thinking.

This is nothing short of blatant humiliation.

Regardless of whether it was Lihua's questions or his own, he could write excellent works, which is enough to prove his ability.

If it is Qin Feng's luck to win these two times, then if Qin Feng still wins by writing the question himself, it means that he really has the talent to overwhelm everyone.

But how could Li He make Qin Feng happy?
He immediately thought of a piece of work he had written by accident not long ago.

It was the one he thought was the best among the works he had written over the years.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he had an idea: "The poem written by Young Master Qin is full of murderous spirits, don't scare the little girl."

"Don't forget, we are writing poems tonight, but for Miss Wu."

The purpose of his coming today was not to confront these people tit for tat, but to win Wu Shang's heart.

From the first poem he wrote, it can be known that he has been flattering Wu Shang all the time.

"Since Mr. Qin asked me to write a question, then I will not be polite. For the third question, let's write a poem about a beauty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up.

That's right, their main purpose today is to attract Wu Shang's attention. Now if they are asked to write about beauties, wouldn't they just please Wu Shang?
Thinking of this, everyone also responded one after another.

"Okay, let's write about beauties."

"That's right, not only must you write a poem about a beauty, but you must also write it based on Miss Wu."

Lihua felt particularly contemptuous of their attitude. As Wu Chang was the eldest lady of the Wu family, how could they be deceived if they wrote two poems of praise?

But he still glanced at Qin Feng: "Master Qin, Mr. Li He said that the next question is a poem about a beauty. I wonder if Mr. Qin has any objections?"

"Of course no opinion."

Qin Feng nodded: "Then next, Mr. Li still plans to wait for others to give the work first?"

"Hmph, no need, Miss Wu's beauty, why do you have to think to write it?"

He smiled triumphantly: "Miss Wu, this poem is a poem I thought up early in the morning, but I never had the chance to reach the girl's ears. I will make a fool of myself today, and I hope she likes it."

He knew that Wu Shang must be listening to them behind the curtain, so he spoke directly in the direction of the curtain.

"hateful."

"Shameless."

The other young masters became anxious immediately, they didn't expect Li He to be so good at taking the lead.

And this has been thought of long ago, the works that have been carefully crafted must be much better than their hasty works.

But Li He didn't care about that.

"There are beauties in Beihai who are peerless and independent.

Take a look at Guanlan, and then look at Zhou Guo. "

He read out his own work eloquently. This time, everyone on the deck of the painting boat was surprised again.

Even Li Hua, who had always looked down on Li He, changed her expression slightly.

Although this Li He is a bit of a bad character, his literary talent is still somewhat genuine.

(End of this chapter)