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"Who is this person?"

"I don't even know layman Qingzhu."

"This is Mr. Jia Yanjia, the most famous person in Shengjing."

Foreign literati who did not know Jia Yan were despised by the locals.

Chen Hao looked at Jia Yan.

"It's extremely shameless to use other people's words to deceive the world and steal your reputation!" Jia Yan angrily scolded Chen Hao.

He knew Hao Dacheng and Pang Yun, and concluded that Chen Hao was also from the Supervision Department.

Nine out of ten people in the Supervision Department are martial artists, so how can they create masterpieces that will be passed down to generations?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

"fart!"

Fan Sheng scolded Jia Yan angrily.

Chen Hao raised his hand to stop the fierce-looking Fan Sheng from saying anything, and stared at Jia Yan coldly, "Why do you say I deceived the world and stole my reputation?"

"You are from the Supervision Department. People from the Supervision Department can write poems and lyrics?" Jia Yanhao did not hide his disgust for the Supervision Department.

The literati present heard that Jia Yan said that Chen Hao and others were from the Supervision Department, and they were disgusted and afraid.

The people around moved away from Chen Hao and others.

Perhaps out of resentment towards the Supervision Department, or perhaps out of trust in Jia Yan, the most famous scholar in the capital, all the literati present suspected that Chen Hao had plagiarized.

"What our young master did a year ago..."

Tang Xian was stopped by Chen Hao's gaze before he finished speaking.

It had been too long since he had pretended to be a pig and eaten a tiger. Since a celebrity jumped out to pretend to be sexy, he simply played with this celebrity.

"Everyone here must be a poet reader. Have you ever heard or seen the lyrics I just wrote?" Chen Hao asked everyone.

Everyone looked at me and me, speechless for a long time.

They had never heard of this poem before, so they had nothing to say.

Jia Yan snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly and proudly: "Maybe one or two poems by some sage that have not been handed down to the world have been secretly hidden by your Supervision Department!"

"Correct!"

"It's possible!"

"We trust Mr. Jia!"

Most people have regarded Chen Hao as a shameless person who deceives the world and steals his reputation.

"Have you ever heard that the Supervision Department secretly kept other people's poems?" Hao Dacheng was furious and asked loudly.

"There are always exceptions to everything." Jia Yan said forcefully.

Tang Xian whispered a few words into Chen Hao's ear.

Chen Hao nodded.

Tang Xian then shouted to Jia Yan: "Mr. Jia composed a poem in public, and my young master will compose a poem following it to prove his innocence, okay?"

Everyone present looked at Jia Yan with expectation.

Jia Yan curled his lips proudly and said, "But..."

"it is good!"

Tang Xian was very excited.

On the stage, the steward said with a smile on his face: "In this case, Mr. Jia and this young master will compete on stage?"

"I am here."

The superior Jia Yan responded coldly to the manager.

"Then...then this young master will take the stage." The steward looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao calmly stepped onto the stage and said to Jia Yan, who was standing proudly in front of the fence on the third floor: "Please!"

Jia Yan looked directly at Chen Hao, pondered for a few seconds, and chanted loudly: "Write ink and write poems, recalling the past bit by bit. Like a dream that never regrets, a beautiful woman knows each other when she is drunk."

Some cheered.

Some people think Jia Yan's poem is very suitable for the occasion.

Most of them looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao said casually: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. I suspect it is frost on the ground. Look up at the moon and lower your head to think about your hometown."

"cut!"

Some people laughed at Chen Hao disapprovingly.

However, the vast majority of literati listened to this song "Silent Night Thoughts" and remained silent for a long time, recalling and meditating.

The more they thought about it, the more wonderful the poem became!

Jia Yan's expression changed continuously.

"Come again."

Chen Hao urged Jia Yan.

Jia Yan thought for a moment and said loudly: "We are separated by mountains and rivers, but we have never met before. I want to speak but have no words to shed tears first. No matter how long I am in love, I am a guest in the world of mortals."

"Sir, wine!"

Tang Xian heard that Fan Sheng said that "Shui Diao Ge Tou: When Will the Bright Moon Come" was written by Chen Hao after drinking, and he hurriedly gave Chen Hao a pot of wine.

This jug of wine reminded Chen Hao of a poem. He raised the jug high and drank with his face raised.

Then he recited a seven-character quatrain: "The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times!"

The style of this poem is like Chen Hao drinking, free and uninhibited and grand.

Jia Yan was stunned.

The others silently stared at Chen Hao standing on the stage.

"Come again!"

Chen Hao is full of momentum.

Jia Yan's face looked a little ugly.

Wu Zidao and others appeared behind Jia Yan.

They couldn't sit still after hearing Chen Hao's two poems.

In full view.

Jia Yan, the first celebrity in the Holy Capital and a guest of the royal family, could not give in. He said bravely: "Looking at the green mountains covered with moss in the distance, there are people living on the waterfront. Cormorants are swimming in the water, and there are clouds and sails. Come from the horizon.”

This poem was actually written by Jia Yan two months ago when he was boating on the Jianshui River. He was unable to dismount from the tiger, so he had to take it out.

Although the poems he wrote are much inferior, as long as the other party is unable to follow him, he can barely save face.

Chen Hao took another sip of wine and chanted: "Sentimental but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of the bottle. Candles are willing to say goodbye, and weep for others until dawn!"

"This……"

Everyone around Wu Zidao was in disbelief.

"It's him……"

Wu Zidao recognized Chen Hao and thought of the song "Shui Tiao Song Tou: When Will the Bright Moon Come", which was regarded as a treasure by countless literati, and wanted to remind Jia Yan.

"Come again!"

Chen Hao urged Jia Yan again.

Jia Yan's face turned extremely ugly. He stopped talking several times and his face turned red.

"No more?"

Chen Hao smiled, raised his head and raised the celadon flask above his head to pour wine. The wine fell into his mouth like a line of water.

The people around looked at Chen Hao silently, already impressed.

Snapped!

Chen Hao smashed the empty wine pot into pieces and said slowly: "I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the holidays..."

One immortal poem after another was thrown out by Chen Hao.

Chen Hao used dozens of poems to stun everyone present, including a group of subordinates.

In the main building of the huge Fan Building, there was no other sound except Chen Hao's voice.

"If you don't see it, the water of Jianhu Lake comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening..."

Chen Hao's voice echoed in Fan Tower.

Jia Yan was dumbfounded.

After Chen Hao finished singing the last song, he pointed at Jia Yan and asked domineeringly: "Do you accept it?"

Jia Yan's face was livid, and he struggled for the last time, glaring and shouting: "Just because you recited these poems does not mean that these poems were written by you!"

"you're right."

Chen Hao put down these words and turned around to step down. However, at this moment, people no longer doubted Chen Hao's literary talent.

Dozens of poems are all masterpieces that can be handed down from generation to generation.

If it was done by the sages, it is impossible for them all to have heard of it.

""Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When Will the Bright Moon Come" was written by my young master before he was transferred to the Supervision Department!" Tang Xian said this resoundingly.

This is equivalent to giving Jia Yan a shot in the arm.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou... When will the bright moon come..."

Jia Yan lost his voice.

Now, his previous claim that the other party had plagiarized the poems of sages privately collected by the Supervision Department was completely untrue and was purely slander.

"impossible……"

Jia Yan shook his head paranoid.

"That poem was indeed written by him. He is none other than Bai Shaocheng, who severely damaged the vampire army at Yunling Bluestone Castle a year ago and composed this poem. He is currently the deputy envoy of the Supervision Department."

Wu Zidao spoke to prevent Jia Yan from continuing to embarrass himself in public, but it also shattered Jia's last remaining chance.

puff!

Jia Yan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He closed his eyes in pain and fell backward.

Several people hurriedly helped Jia Yan, who looked pale.