What should I write? At this time, the memory in Xiao Chenxuan's brain was too full, and the ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival appeared in his mind one after another. For a moment, Xiao Chenxuan didn't even know which one to plagiarize. Xiao Chenxuan frowned and fell deeply into it.

meditation.

"Hey! Can't you write it?" Seeing that Xiao Chenxuan didn't respond for a long time, Prince Ning Guo said.

At this time, the prince of Liang Kingdom also echoed: "Humph, there is no such thing as a poetry fairy in wine. According to this king! It's just someone who makes suggestions behind our King Ji and prepares poems for him in advance for our convenience.

This Ji King! He just ran to the land of fireworks when he had nothing to do. Today he was drunk and recited one song, and tomorrow he was drunk and recited another song. With the people behind him doing a little bit of manipulation, he went back and forth, not to mention making a wine.

It is not impossible for a poet to create a god of wine. Everyone, I think there is some truth in what I say."

As soon as Prince Liang finished speaking, everyone in the banquet hall looked at Xiao Chenxuan with a half-smile but not a smile, and they all felt that what Prince Liang said made sense.

"Yes! Yes! If this is the case, how can there be so many poets in wine? If you just drink and drink, you can recite poems and compose poems. Why are we still studying the books of sages?"

"That's it! That's it!" Everyone was talking about it, but they didn't want to think about it. On the day when Xiao Chenxuan was said to be the poet in the wine, Xiao Chenxuan in Wanhua Tower casually composed countless good poems, or was it someone else who composed the poems on the spot, and what he composed

Every poem is worthy of being a classic!

The poems that Xiao Chenxuan plagiarized are all great talents through the ages. How can they be compared to these mediocre people at the banquet? How can they be qualified to criticize the poems that Xiao Chenxuan plagiarized?

Of course, ridiculing Xiao Chenxuan was all because of the Shadow Sword. In addition, Xiao Chenxuan offended the Six Nations by making false remarks. Therefore, it is understandable that the Six Nations sincerely formed a grudge with Xiao Chenxuan, and thus the personnel of the Six Nations insulted Xiao Chenxuan.

of.

At this time, Xiao Chenxuan ignored everyone at all. Since he was playing, why not play something bigger, with the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival? The ancient poems with this theme in his mind were simply bad. Xiao Chenxuan felt that it was useless to "copy" ten capitals in one go.

There’s pressure!

Xiao Chenxuan looked around, preparing to pick out a poem that could describe the Mid-Autumn Festival perfectly and plagiarize it to see how these hypocritical literati would recite poems and compose poems during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future.

Xiao Chenxuan's eyes glanced back and forth in the banquet hall. Not to mention, the Tianshun Imperial Palace, which has been repeatedly carved and decorated for hundreds of years, is not an exaggeration to say it is a heavenly palace compared to other palaces of the Six Kingdoms. Moreover, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon.

, he led the Chu State envoy to Tianshun. No matter the envoys, students, or soldiers under his command, there was no one who did not miss his hometown. Xiao Chenxuan immediately thought of which powerful poem he should copy.

At this time, everyone in the Chu State delegation saw that Xiao Chenxuan had not responded for a long time. They all stared at Xiao Chenxuan and frowned. They couldn't help but feel anxious. Could it be that the prince couldn't do it for a while?

Seeing Xiao Chenxuan's frown and the students from the Six Nations talking about it, Yang Yong looked at Xiao Chenxuan proudly and showed a smile, but what kind of smile was this? It was obviously not very friendly.

With the target of plagiarism locked, Xiao Chenxuan jumped off the banquet table, picked up the fruit wine on the banquet table and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he picked up the pen and wrote "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi and Su Dongpo.

The King of Qiannan next to Xiao Chenxuan saw Xiao Chenxuan's crooked writing. The King of Qiannan was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then began to read out each sentence.

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world.

Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away."

This is a poem by Su Shi. As soon as this poem came out, it was said that there is no other Mid-Autumn Festival poem in the world.

Just as King Qiannan finished speaking, the entire banquet hall fell completely silent. Everyone stared deeply at Xiao Chenxuan, unable to speak for a long time.

Especially the several princes in the banquet hall, all of them had pale faces and were very ugly. After all, these princes and Xiao Chenxuan are all princes and envoys of various countries, but the gap is so huge.

It is a famous poem through the ages, but I and others can only sarcastically mock others, but in the end they were slapped in the face. Who can accept this blow?

Language and literature have no national boundaries since ancient times, not to mention that the seven kingdoms in the world were all split from the Tianshun Empire. At this time, Dong Ming, the dean of the Taiyuan Academy of the Tianshun Empire, suddenly clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

"May we live forever and share the beauty of the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart! I ask myself, if I were allowed to live for a hundred years, it would be difficult for me to write such poems. Today I am lucky enough to witness such masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Even if I die immediately, I will have no regrets, haha.

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Xiao Chenxuan, who was still showing off, was almost startled by Dong Ming. How could this bad old man be so excited? How could he suddenly become a masterpiece? Didn't he still doubt me just now? This old man has a bad conscience when he praises me so much.

Will it hurt?

Although everyone knows that Xiao Chenxuan's poem is indeed good, but it doesn't seem to be so exaggerated, right?

Witnessing that a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation can lead to immediate death, Xiao Chenxuan wanted to say, "Does anyone want to die? Each of you will sing a song, and I guarantee that you will be sent to the west one by one, so that you will not have to use force to unify the world in the future!"

"Ahem, give in, give in, reciting poems and composing poems is just a small thing, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!" Xiao Chenxuan said with a humble expression on his face while cupping his hands.

Hearing Xiao Chenxuan's words, Huang Qiushui, who was the deputy envoy of the Chu State, turned red with excitement. He walked up to Xiao Chenxuan with his head held high and his chest raised. He was very proud, and his stomach was still emptying. Look! Just now, one and two were kept coming.

You are sarcastic and full of nonsense, saying that our country's King Ji has someone behind his back to write and promote him! Now that you have decided on the title, our country's King Ji will be able to crush you to death. It's a slap in the face!"

Of course, Mr. Huang Qiushui knew that Xiao Chenxuan once became famous in a battle with Yang Jiang in Jingchu Wanhua Tower, and later in the Chu Kingdom Tai Academy, he made Master Yang Tongwen crazy with a poem, but he never heard from His Highness King Ji again.

I have written poems, but I heard that he stayed in King Ji all day long to make food, and he didn't look like a scholar at all, but more like a cupboard. I even went to his house to eat pig-killing rice.

Because of this, many people in the Imperial City of Jingchu expressed doubts about Xiao Chenxuan's cultural level. After all, a dandy who was all day long had been fooling around for ten or twenty years and suddenly told everyone that in fact, I used to be a tease.

What are you kidding me about? I am a man who can bring peace to the world with his writing skills and a man who can make peace with his martial arts. It would be strange for you to think that some people can believe it!

Especially in Wanhua Tower, there are just a few people in the Prince Ji Palace. Naturally, everyone doesn’t believe what they say. Bijie, where is Wanhua Tower? It is a place where men go to look for flowers and willows! If it is spread, it can

Do you believe it? Therefore, there were many rumors that Xiao Chenxuan was looking for someone at that time

Even I laughed it off at the time because I wrote it as a ghostwriter, thinking it was completely untrustworthy.

"Okay! Since all the countries want the reputation of His Royal Highness King Ji to be spread throughout the world, I, the ministers of Chu State, would like to thank you here." Huang Qiushui said with a smile.

"We, the ministers of the Chu State, would like to express our thanks to all the other countries, so that the reputation of His Highness King Ji of our country as a talented man will be spread all over the world." After hearing Huang Qiushui's words, the entire Chu State delegation raised their hands and thanked the people from the six countries.

Hearing the words of the Chu State envoy, the people from the Six Nations in the banquet hall were so angry that they looked ugly. Especially Yang Yong, who looked at the proud Xiao Chenxuan in the room with disbelief. He couldn't even figure out how someone could do this even if he was beaten to death.

In just a few minutes, I was able to write two masterpieces that will be handed down from generation to generation.

Yang Yong knew that the Six Nations had lost this round. Not to mention the Six Nations’ bet with Xiao Chenxuan, Xiao Chenxuan would automatically admit defeat by writing a poem. Otherwise, even if the Six Nations had enough time, they would never be better than Xiao Chenxuan. Besides,

The dean of the Taiyuan Academy in the Tianshun Empire himself admitted that he would not be able to write such a masterpiece if he were given a hundred more students. How could any of his students be able to write it?

But his goal has been achieved, and the next step is to see if the five countries can keep the Chu delegation on their way back, Yang Yong said with a smile.

"In this round, our Tianshun Empire surrenders. I think that the other five countries should have similar ideas to me. His Highness King Ji's talent really makes me admire him!"

"We will admit defeat." The envoys from the five countries also said one after another.

When Huang Qiushui heard that the Six Kingdoms had admitted defeat, he ran to grab Xiao Chenxuan's masterpiece. Considering that this was the original work, if he could wait for His Highness's permission, he could take the poem back and frame it, and it would definitely become a family heirloom.

But Xiao Chenxuan can't use a brush at all, and he can't write traditional Chinese characters at all. If he wanted to show off in Jingchu before, Xiao Chenxuan always had a little tail Xiao Chenhao next to him, always acting as his writer! But today Xiao Chenhao is not here, Xiao Chenxuan has no choice but to

He did it himself, but his crooked handwriting made Huang Qiushui want to cry. He didn't know how familiar King Qiannan was with His Royal Highness King Ji. Now that he could recognize the words he wrote, it was really embarrassing for King Qiannan.

"What the hell! How can His Majesty tolerate His Highness Prince Ji's calligraphy with such a bad handwriting!" Huang Qiushui was shocked when he took one look at Xiao Chenxuan's crooked handwriting. Even if it was written by some unlearned and unskilled dandy in Jingchu, at least it was written

The words can still be read, but the words written by His Royal Highness Prince Ji are really no different from ghost drawings.

Huang Qiushui was really speechless at this time. It was strange that someone with such an ugly character, Your Highness, had the nerve to write it out in such an occasion.

And Dong Ming, the dean of Tianshun Imperial Academy, has long been thinking about "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" written by Xiao Chenxuan. He would have known that this is the original manuscript of a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. If he is lucky enough to get it, the collection value will definitely not be lower than the ones he has collected.

The original difference.

At some point, Dong Ming quietly walked up to Huang Qiushui, but when he looked at Xiao Chenxuan's writing, the remaining saliva in his mouth spurted out: "Pfft..."

"Hahaha, I have learned a lot today. Your Highness, King Ji, can you give me this treasure of calligraphy as a gift? Of course, all kinds of calligraphy and paintings collected in my home, even orphan copies, can be taken away as long as King Ji likes them.
Chapter completed!