Moxiang Pavilion.

Li Chen'an picked up his pen and dipped in ink, seemingly not hearing the shouts of the young people who were extremely enthusiastic about his poems.

He didn't even have any influence over the students in Taiyuan College.

At this time, he seemed to have sunk into a very mysterious state.

His mind was frantically recalling the poems he had memorized. He just wanted to write those poems that had been passed down through the ages so that they could shine again in this world.

As for whether it fits today's topic, it is no longer important to him.

Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory, but it cannot be a tragedy all the time.

Of course it is necessary to remember the past, but after all, people have to move towards the bright future.

His rebirth in this world will only last for a hundred years at most. After death, the traces he left in this world will gradually fade away with the passage of time.

Until there are no traces left.

But the text is different.

They will exist forever.

It will still be known to people thousands of years from now.

Even... in case another time traveler comes to this world, hey, I have written all the articles in the world, leaving you in awe and unable to write!

So he continued to write vigorously without any guilt of plagiarism.

How can the things done by scholars be called plagiarism?

Such beautiful poetry is like a beautiful dandelion. It is just the wind that happens to blow by, spreading it widely.

So inadvertently, some of his words went off topic, but he still got cheers and shouts from all the students.

This is recognition.

It also resonates with ideas in literature.

In Moxiang Pavilion at this time, not only the students from Taiyuan College were staring at him dumbfounded, but even the sixteen students from Yue Kingdom all turned around at this time, and all their eyes fell on him.

on his back.

Of course, they all heard these eight poems by Li Chenan, and they even wrote them down on the paper in front of them!

They have lost the idea of ​​writing a poem by themselves!

Even their eyes towards Li Chenan no longer showed any hostility. Even the sturdy young man who had despised Li Chenan at the door of the literary world, in addition to shock, also had a bit of shame in his eyes at this moment!

There was not only shock in Yang Duoduo's eyes, but also unconcealable joy!

What is genius?

This is called genius!

What does Wenquxing descend to earth mean?

He, Li Chenan, is the reincarnation of Wen Quxing!

They are all the most famous genius students in Yue Kingdom, and their ability to appreciate poetry is far beyond ordinary people.

These eight poems by Li Chenan... are unmatched by anyone in the world!

What's more, he really did it in one go without thinking!

What's more, he is still writing at this time, as if he wants to finish writing all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems!

What a nimble ingenuity!

What a wealth of knowledge is this?

He is unmatched!

At this time, Yang Duoduo suddenly remembered what Li Chenan said at the door of the literary world.

Sure enough, God has given birth to Li Chenan, and he will surely dominate the literary world for five thousand years!

He's not bragging.

He really did it.

This is unprecedented!

His madness tonight will definitely become the swansong of the world's literary world in the future!

Not only did he impress the tens of thousands of Ningguo students in the audience, he also impressed the sixteen Yueguo students with admiration.

When a person stands at the top in a certain field.

Everyone in this field can only look up to them and cannot be hostile at all..o

Because the difference is too big!

Yang Duoduo has long since given up writing lyrics, because under Li Chenan's performance, any lyrics he or they wrote are meaningless!

If you do it reluctantly and compare the two... it is self-humiliating and a blasphemy to poetry!

At this time, he simply stood up and quietly came to Li Chenan's side.

He leaned down, lifted up his sleeves, and simply started rubbing ink for Li Chenan.

Li Chenan was suddenly startled, because his nose was very good, and he smelled a faint fragrance.

He turned around and saw the hand that was grinding ink——

The so-called Rouyi refers to the soft and white tender buds of vegetation, and is used to describe a woman's hands, which appear extremely vivid.

This hand is Rouyi.

White, tender, slender, and soft and boneless!

So, this is a woman dressed as a man!

He raised his eyes and smiled slightly. The Yue girl was not only passionate but also very bold, because the sheep's eyes were full of spring water, and she was unabashedly happy!

At Li Chenan's glance, her face like mutton-fat white jade seemed to bloom with two delicate little red flowers.

Then, it seemed as if a spring breeze was blowing up, dispersing the autumn mood in the courtyard.

Li Chenan quickly withdrew his gaze.

The charm of the Yue girl is truly unrivaled!

Let’s continue writing lyrics.

He didn't know that Fan Taohua, who was standing in the distance, was looking at him in great surprise.

He also didn't know that at that moment, the current Emperor Ning Guo was holding his poems in his hand, and was preparing to recite them with great emotion.

He didn't even know that his life experience had undergone earth-shaking changes in the eyes of many people.

What he is thinking about now is whether he should write the most famous song in his previous life, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, When Will the Bright Moon Come?"

If it were written, it would definitely become the swan song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

If there are any latecomers... please write about Qingming.

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…

Take the road upstairs.

Emperor Ning cleared his throat.

He reunited with his ministers.

He was very satisfied with those eager and expectant eyes.

Then, his face was filled with pride again.

"This word is called "Zhegui Ling, Mid-Autumn Festival"

Ning Huang stroked his short beard, as if he had returned to his high-spirited youth.

He chanted loudly:

“Who can sharpen a flying mirror?

Illuminating the universe, reflecting the mountains and rivers!

Jade dew is cold,

The autumn sky is clear and silvery without waves,

More clear light than the long night,

There is no hindrance to the whirling osmanthus shadow."

Ning Huang suddenly took two steps forward, his face seemed to be a little heroic because of this poem.

"I sing loudly,

To ask Chang'e,
To be continued...