Chapter 103

"Chumo, don't forget. Your father has been in charge of major military affairs recently. If it delays His Majesty's major affairs, you don't care?"

"There is no small matter or great righteousness. Your father's name is Zhijie. Do you, the son, don't understand?"

Changsun Chong persuaded him, and finally persuaded Cheng Chumo, Zhang Kuang Yanei.

It’s still very unhappy if you don’t feel good about the process. You can’t beat them up. This is simply arrogance and killing people.

He finally learned some piano skills. Recently, His Majesty issued an edict to encourage young people to get married and fall in love on their own. He also wanted to bring a beautiful lady home, but he didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing.

Although Cheng Chumo has been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child, he is not illiterate.

It would be a bit difficult for him to write a poem on his behalf at this time.

It is impossible to make Cheng Chumo bow his head in martial arts.

He didn't accept anyone, so he just obeyed his father Cheng Yaojin.

But when you say you write poetry, he can only stare at me.

Realizing that his father's official duties could not be delayed at this time, Cheng Chu frowned silently, gritted his teeth, and pinched Changsun Chong's arm desperately.

"What should I do? If this happens, how can I ignore it after being a famous family? You can make a song and let this pickled turtle grandson shut up!"

Changsun Chong, a typical weak scholar, had a painful arm pinched by Cheng Chumo, but his head was shook with iron while grinning.

"Chumo, you can't underestimate this matter of poetry!"

"Since ancient times, I have always written poems about zithers, but zithers are xylophones. This zither is cast in bronze and covered with countless gems, or is it a national origin of the ancient Taixi country. How can this poem be so easy to make?"

"Can we wait to see the evil people be rampant in Chang'an?"

Cheng Chumo was so stupid. This was too disgusting.

...

The Du sisters, Fang Xuan'er and other women on the side had good eyesight and recognized Cui Pinyu.

Children of the Cui family in Qinghe!

After they were born into founding heroes, they could imagine their aesthetic taste for men, and they would only like those who are truly talented and capable.

But since they were young, they have been told many times that they will marry these people sooner or later when they grow up.

Since ancient times, the most toxic women's mouths are imagined how disgusting they are with these aristocratic playboys.

Recently, His Majesty issued an edict on reform, which is like listening to the music of immortals. This will be a good match for the arrogance of these aristocratic families.

...

The other many onlookers were a little disappointed at first, but they always had a simple view of justice in their hearts, thinking that Li Sheng should not be treated like this. Of course, most people are illiterate and cannot express any major reasons to refute.

The scholars from all walks of life who were watching were also unhappy with Cui Pinyu.

Today is a grand event for playing piano. If they have good skills, they still have to write poems.

He is proficient in all kinds of Liuyi and is light-hearted. In fact, he can't afford to train him if he is not from a wealthy family.

Most people can only afford a few books to read by themselves.

At this moment, Cui Pinyu's words vaguely encountered their core interests—

If you have to know a little bit of everything, you are qualified to be a scholar. Then aren’t only children from aristocratic families considered scholars?

Only you deserve to speak?

But despite the anger in their hearts, their self-esteem as scholars does not allow them to turn against each other directly.

Now I am fighting for poetry, and I will lose if I turn against you.

but……

As Changsun Chong said.

Poetry is never simple.

Rhyme, image, emotion... everything must be considered carefully.

At this moment, Cui Pinyu attacked Li Sheng and suddenly asked someone to write a poem, which was almost the same as the seven-step poem incident of Cao Wei back then.

Whether it is a few famous families or many ordinary scholars,

At this moment, I thought about it for a while, but there was no chanting zither in my mind, especially this special zither.

After a few dozen seconds, everyone felt that today...

Li Sheng is afraid he will be defeated.

So many people helped him think of poetry, but they couldn't even think of it. How could he be a small vendor?

Even if it was Wang Fuchou, Qin Huaidao also frowned.

Both of them are famous scholars and talents in the world, but the strings of this special bronze red zither are still standing upright, and there is no suitable poem for a while.

But at this moment, Li Sheng smiled faintly.

“What’s the difficulty?”

"Catch wine!"

...

With Li Sheng shouting, everyone looked at him in shock.

What's going on?

"What's the hard way?" What the hell is it?!

This guy really came up with a poem?!

Just kidding!

At this time, someone immediately handed a pot of wine to the table.

Li Sheng got up and took the wine pot, drank a big gulp, and spoke lightly:

"There is no reason..."

...

The brocade zither has fifty strings, one string and one pillar reflects the youth.

Zhuang Sheng was confused by the butterfly in the morning dream, and Emperor Wang was entrusted with the cuckoo in the spring.

The moon is bright in the sea and the pearls have tears, and the sun is warm in the blue field and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time.

A poem ends.

The whole audience was silent!

Countless eyes stared at Li Sheng, as if they had seen an immortal!

Wang Fuchou was shocked before, but this time he was sweating all over.

Too scary!

Even if Cao Zhi makes a poem seven steps, how can poetry be the same as poetry?

Li Shengyong's poem is not the kind of poem that can be thought of in a short while.

This guy...is really just a small vendor?

This is so clear...

"Poetry...Poetry Immortal..."

"The poetic immortal came to the world, and the poetic immortal came to the world!"

Just as Wang Fuchou was shocked and inexplicably, Qin Huaidao could no longer hold on and screamed on the spot.

This poetic talent is more than the best in the world?

This is clearly a shocking moment!

...

This poem has complex images and ordinary people cannot understand it at all.

But Wang Fuchou and Qin Huaidao understood it.

The Du sisters around me, Qin Ruochan... also understood.

Changsun Chong also understood, and the boss with his mouth wide open seemed to be able to stuff one... no, ten eggs!

My chin is almost poking my feet!

Cheng Chumo touched Changsun Chong in a daze and asked anxiously, "How about Brother Chong? What is the level of this poem?"

Changsun Chong was stunned for a long time, for a long time... After that, he realized that Cheng Chumo was pinching his arm again, but he was unaware of the severe pain this time.

The whole person was immersed in shock.

After swallowing, he explained to Cheng Chumo...

"You don't understand Chumo, this poem is simply amazing!"

"First, we compare the age of the piano strings, and then extend it from age to death to the integrity of the dying... Oh, you don't know this joke. This spring heart of Emperor Wang comes from the Shu Zhi of Huayang. It is a metaphor for the story of Emperor Zhaolie Liu Bei entrusting his orphans to Zhuge Liang on his deathbed and entrusting his children and ideals to him..."

"...In short, each poem has different emotions, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, this is simply..."

...

Changsun Chong talked for a long time, but Cheng Chumo, as a fool, certainly couldn't understand it. He pinched Changsun Chong's arm hard and said anxiously: "Don't say that this is useless, just talk about this poem, what level is?"

Changsun Chong took a breath.
Chapter completed!