Full-time King

Li Yunlong was feeling proud and fantasizing about spending a wonderful night with Hua Manyue, but he didn't expect Qin Tian to suddenly say this, which was like a slap in the face and made him very unhappy.

"Hmph! Master Qin, from your tone you sound like you are very powerful. If that's the case, why don't you write a poem for us to learn from and see how talented Master Qin is and whether he is cheating or talking nonsense here!" Li Yunlong said coldly while looking at Qin Tian.

"Yes, if you have the ability, write one and compare it with others. Don't just talk about it!"

"That's right, write one and see what you can do!"

The young masters who were on good terms with Li Yunlong immediately started to provoke him, with looks of contempt on their faces.

Hua Manyue looked at Qin Tian and said, "Mr. Qin, please write a poem for me and you all to appreciate!"

Qin Tian looked at them, stood up, and walked towards the stage again. The guy who stopped Qin Tian was restrained again, which made him very angry.

Qin Tian walked up to Hua Manyue and looked at her and said, "Of course I have no problem writing poems. I can do it easily. But it's a waste for such good poems of mine to be appreciated by mediocre people like you. If Miss Hua is willing to let me kiss her, I will let you guys ruin them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd immediately fell out. They were extremely angry. How could someone dare to call them mediocre? It was simply outrageous. Although they were indeed mediocre, no one was willing to admit it.

"Mr. Qin, watch your tone and don't get yourself into trouble!"

"Yes, be careful what you say!"

"Don't let your mouth cause trouble!"

Everyone looked at Qin Tian with dissatisfaction, but Qin Tian completely ignored them and looked at Hua Manyue, waiting for his reply.

Hua Manyue looked at Qin Tian, ​​smiled and said, "Okay, as long as you write a good poem for me to appreciate, I am willing to spend a good night with you and have a kiss with you, no problem at all!"

"Good! Great! Get ready to spend a good night with me!" Qin Tian clapped his hands in satisfaction, but there was a chorus of boos from the audience. Obviously, no one thought that Qin Tian could write any good poems. He was a completely low-class person, so how could he produce anything good?

"Wait!" At this time, Li Yunlong stopped Qin Tian and continued, "What if you can't write a good poem? Get out of here and never set foot here again!"

Li Yunlong was obviously in conflict with Qin Tian.

"No problem. Let's put it this way. If I can't write a good poem, I will crawl under your crotch, get out, then take off all my clothes and jump into the lake. If I can write a good poem, you will do the same. How about it? Do you dare, Mr. Li?" Qin Tian looked at Li Yunlong and said slowly.

"No problem!" Li Yunlong agreed readily. He didn't think Qin Tian could write any good poem, so he was not worried at all. Instead, he was thinking about how to celebrate the fact that Qin Tian had crawled under his crotch.

"Okay, everyone, I'll start. The name of my poem is "Spring River Moon Night". Everyone listen carefully." Qin Tian looked at everyone, cleared his throat, and then said:

The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide on the sea. The ripples follow the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no place in the spring river without the bright moon.

The river meanders around the fragrant fields, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like snow. The frost in the sky flies without being noticed, and the white sand on the beach cannot be seen.

The river and the sky are one color without a speck of dust, and the bright moon is alone in the sky. Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon by the river first shine on people?

Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon over the river remains the same year after year. I don't know who the moon over the river is waiting for, but I only see the Yangtze River sending away the flowing water.

The white clouds were gone, and Qingfengpu was full of sorrow.Who's Bian Zhouzi tonight?Where is Acacia Mingyue Tower?

Poor wandering upstairs in the moon, should be shone away from the makeup mirror.The Yuhu curtain can't be rolled away, but it is returned on the anvil.

At this time, I look at each other and not hear, and I am willing to look at each other month by month.The swan goose flies for a long time, and the ichthyosaur dives into the water.

Last night the dream of Xiantan fell, and Poor Chun didn't return home for a while.The river flows and spring is gone, and the river ponds fall to the west.

The slanting moon is hidden in the sea fog, and there are endless roads from Jieshi to Xiaoxiang. I don’t know how many people will ride the moon to return, and the falling moon shakes the emotions of the trees on the river.

As soon as this long poem came out, everyone was stunned. They were all stunned. They were all amazed by Qin Tian's masterpiece. They were all immersed in the poem and savored it carefully. This poem was really amazing and stunning. It could be said to be the best in ancient and modern times.

Hua Manyue didn't expect that Qin Tian could come up with such an amazing work. It's really unprecedented. Qin Tian is so talented. It's the first time Hua Manyue has heard such poetry since she was born. He used the moon to express the love between lovers who are far apart. The expression is vivid and it can be said to be unprecedented!

Even the three women in the audience were dumbfounded. When did Qin Tian become so powerful and could write poetry? How come they didn't know about it?

Of course Nishijima He and the others didn't know that Nishijima He was from Country B, Liu Rushi was an international killer, Qianhe was originally from this world, and Qin Tian copied the famous ancient poem "Spring River Flowers Night Moon" by Zhang Ruoxu, so how could he not be powerful?

"Hmph! You little brat, you want to fight with me and look down on me? I know a lot of ancient poems, just be shocked!" Qin Tian looked at the group of people who were frightened and felt very proud. He would crush you idiots to death.

At this moment, Li Yunlong's face turned green. Qin Tian actually wrote such an awesome poem. He was completely defeated.

"What do you think, everyone? This poem is pretty good. Miss Hua, what do you think?" Qin Tian said proudly.

At this moment, those who had despised Qin Tian before didn't know what to say. They had nothing to say. Qin Tian's poem was absolutely amazing, and Hua Manyue didn't know how to evaluate it.

"Mr. Qin, I didn't expect you to have such talent. I really misjudged you. Tonight, let me spend the night with you!" Hua Manyue looked at Qin Tian and said.

The people listening in the audience were immediately disappointed and shook their heads.

Li Yunlong wanted to sneak away while everyone was not paying attention, but he didn't expect that Qin Tian's voice rang out after he took a few steps.

"Mr. Li, a gentleman's word is as good as gold. Do you want to sneak away? This is not what a gentleman does. Do you want to be a villain, Mr. Li?" Qin Tian looked at Li Yunlong with a hint of sarcasm. Li Yunlong's face turned black. He stood there, secretly regretting in his heart. He should not have gambled with Qin Tian if he had known earlier.

Qin Tian looked at Li Yunlong, who looked dead, and slowly walked over, pointing at his crotch and said, "Go ahead, hurry up, I don't have time to waste, I still have to spend the night with Miss Hua!"

"You...you shouldn't go too far, Mr. Qin. Forgive others when you can. Leave a way out for everything so that we can meet again in the future!" Li Yunlong said coldly to Qin Tian.

"Thank you, but I don't want to meet you in the future, and I don't want to forgive you. Kneel down and get out of here!" Qin Tian said coldly.