Chapter 150 Shocked everyone, students were horrified
Cui Tu nodded, raised his hands and replied respectfully: "In reply to Master Kong, since I, Mr. Cui, dare to speak today, I naturally have evidence."
"Just when he was chanting, I had already sent my servants to go home to get my ancestors' manuscripts."
"Master Kong, you and your lords only need to wait for a moment. By then we will definitely be able to bring ironclad evidence!!"
Cui Tu was steadfast in his oath and full of confidence, as if he was determined to defeat Qin Wenyuan.
As time passed by, Cui Tu's confidence also made Changle worried.
Although she believed in her husband's talent, he was too confident. In addition, he came from a different family, so it was impossible not to worry.
Qin Wenyuan also saw it, chuckled lightly, touched his wife's cold little hand, and said calmly: "Don't worry, madam, she's just a clown."
Hearing this, Changle breathed a sigh of relief. She knew Qin Wenyuan was familiar with her husband, and she knew that he was confident.
"Um."
Changle smiled and replied.
Immediately, when everyone was suspicious of Qin Wenyuan, a servant of the Cui family came running out of breath, holding something very solemn in his hand, which was a letter.
Cui Tu saw the note and laughed.
He took the manuscript, then raised it in the air, faced everyone, and said loudly: "Everyone, please see, this is the manuscript of Cui Xingzhi, the ancestor of my Cui family."
"Now, I will open it in front of everyone and reveal the face of Qin Wenyuan, the so-called poet!"
Cui Tu raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Qin Wenyuan who was unfazed by honor and disgrace on the stage, and showed a sinister smile.
Then, he stretched out his hand and began to slowly open the manuscript in his hand.
Suddenly, Jinse's poems naturally appeared on the note!
Cui Tu glanced at it, his smile became even stronger, and he presented the verses in the letter to everyone.
After Kong Yingda, Wei Zheng, and Fang Xuanling read it, their expressions changed drastically.
Then, Cui Tu presented the manuscripts to the students one by one.
After they read it, they were all shocked, because the poems in the notebook were exactly the same as the poems Qin Wenyuan had just recited!!
Wow...
Suddenly, the entire poetry meeting was in an uproar and was shocked.
Nowadays, the evidence in the manuscript is conclusive. The poem was actually written by the ancestors of the Cui family, not Qin Wenyuan. This...
The facts were right in front of them, even if everyone didn't believe it.
Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, Kong Yingda and others were sweating on their foreheads and anxious inside at this moment.
Now, things are getting serious.
If Qin Wenyuan's behavior of plagiarizing the poems of the ancestors of the Cui family is really confirmed, then...
If nothing else happens, even His Majesty's guarantee will be useless. Qin Wenyuan's reputation will be destroyed in an instant!!
"Haha~~Hahaha~~~Hahahahaha~~~"
"High, really high."
"Truly worthy of being a thousand-year-old family!"
At the same time, Qin Wenyuan suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The laughter was full of arrogance, contempt and disdain.
"Okay, okay, really good!"
"Cui Tu, right? It's interesting. Let me, Mr. Qin, come and see how many poems your ancestors of the Cui family have for me to copy."
Qin Wenyuan didn't take it seriously. Instead, under everyone's surprised gazes, he resolutely picked up a pot of wine and drank wildly. The wine poured out of his mouth and splashed to the ground, making Qin Wenyuan look wild.
Today, Qin Wenyuan changed from his normal state and became bold and uninhibited. He was so angry that he was really angry!
Bang!!
After taking a few sips, Qin Wenyuan suddenly threw the wine bottle in his hand and hit it at Cui Tu's feet.
Just when he wanted to get angry and scold Qin Wenyuan, suddenly, a scalp-numbing verse sounded in his ears.
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!"
"Don't you see, the bright 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!!"
hiss!!
When everyone present heard this, they took a deep breath and felt their scalps numb and goosebumps all over their bodies.
Just two lines of poetry can make people feel the shocking spirit.
This poem, they can conclude, will be an eternal masterpiece!!
In an instant, all the students looked at Qin Wenyuan. This was a feast for literati, and it was also a part of the theater that they also liked.
Most of them were extremely excited and looking forward to it, and they were looking at Cui Tu, wondering how he would respond.
Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, Kong Yingda and others finally relaxed their frowns.
As for Changle, they are all ready to applaud their husband.
At this time of the poetry meeting, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Wenyuan, and they were all looking forward to his next words.
Looking forward to the birth of an eternal poem!
Qin Wenyuan did not disappoint.
He took a deep look at Cui Tu, turned back and raised his head to the sky, exhaling a deep breath, and the following poem followed closely.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"
"If you enjoy cooking cattle and slaughtering sheep, you will have to drink three hundred cups!"
"Confucius, Mr. Yu, please don't stop drinking when you are about to drink."
After reciting this point, Qin Wenyuan changed the names of two non-modern people and replaced them with Kong Yingda and Yu Shinan. He picked up another pot of wine from the table and raised a glass to them.
When Kong Yingda and Yu Shinan saw this scene, they both felt flattered.
One thing is that they never expected that under such circumstances, Qin Wenyuan would be able to write their two names into this poem that will surely be passed down through the ages.
The two of them did not dare to ignore the salute given by others, and quickly stood up, holding the wine glasses in their hands, and raised their glasses to Qin Wenyuan in front of them in response.
The next moment, Qin Wenyuan took another big drink and made a sound again.
"The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time!"
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names!"
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will bring you fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!!"
Qin Wenyuan's last sentence was no longer as loud, elegant and easy-going as before, but it gave everyone a greater sense of pressure than before.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Immediately, the wine bottle in his hand was raised high, and then suddenly fell down.
Endless drinks were poured all over him. He was truly extremely heroic and generous!
The Wangjiang Tower students were stunned, as were Wei Zheng and others, and even Chang Le.
Suddenly, there was a deathly silence in Wangjiang Tower. Everyone was staring at Qin Wenyuan, not knowing what they were thinking.
The sound of silence is simply audible!
At this moment, Qin Wenyuan's figure was like a magnet, deeply attracting their attention.
Admiration, adoration, admiration, admiration...
Almost all the emotions of praise appeared on the faces of the students, Kong Yingda, and Wei Zheng.
It is my destiny that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!
How confident is this!?
If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!
How heroic is this!?
Such a proud and heroic poem, every sentence and every word deeply shocked their hearts.
Everyone present, none of the poems they read could compare with it, it is the best poem!!
"Okay, Qin has completely finished composing the new poem."
Having said this, Qin Wenyuan looked at Cui Tu, who was already confused, and said calmly: "So... Cui Tu, a student of the Cui family, what Qin doesn't know is that this song "A toast" was written by your ancestors of the Cui family.
!?"
Qin Wenyuan, who was drenched in wine, showed a faint smile at this time, but in Cui Tu's view, it was an extremely contemptuous and mocking smile!!
It is the self-confidence that regards oneself as a clown and does not take it seriously!!
But Qin Wenyuan's smile, in the eyes of others, was humility, but instead gave rise to a strong sense of admiration.
This person should be a big light in the world!
"me……"
Cui Tu bit her gums, not knowing how to answer.
To be honest, even he was completely shocked by Qin Wenyuan just now and was speechless.
What he never expected was that Qin Wenyuan had just written a masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages, and then he would compose a poem that would last forever.
this……
Are they really human?
The shock in Cui Tu's heart was beyond words.
This kind of peerless talent is simply shocking and terrifying!
He had a hunch that his family's plan to unite with other aristocratic families to conspire to ruin Qin Wenyuan's reputation might... might be ruined again.
at the same time.
Before Cui Tu could speak, Qin Wenyuan turned around and looked at his wife, Chang Le, who looked admiringly at him and was still shaking her hands and clapping vigorously.
Suddenly, a new poem appeared in Qin Wenyuan's mind again.
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick."
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."
"This poem is called Gift to Changle, and it is given to my wife Li Changle!"
"Mr. Cui, I wonder... could it be that this poem I gave to my wife was also written by the ancestors of your Cui family?"
After Qin Wenyuan finished reading the poem, he looked at Cui Tu again, full of fun and banter.
"This this……"
Listening to Qin Wenyuan blurting out another extremely gorgeous poem, Cui Tu's body suddenly shook like chaff.
At this moment, his heart was filled with thousands of horses galloping. Why did Qin Wenyuan write another unparalleled poem?!
Now he really regrets it. He doesn't know why he responded to the family's call and stood up to provoke Qin Wenyuan.
This... how long has it been!?
Adding up the time before and after, does it take more than a quarter of an hour!? Not even a quarter of an hour!
In such a short period of time, Qin Wenyuan, an inhuman fellow, actually composed three masterpieces in a row that would be remembered for generations to come!
What an amazing talent!
At this moment, Changle's red lips raised slightly, feeling sweet in her heart.
She didn't expect that her husband Qin Wenyuan, under the spotlight of everyone and in such a crisis, would think of her and write such a gorgeous poem for herself.
Changle knew poetry, but not too much. Even so, even if she didn't know much about poetry, she knew that in this poem, her husband completely compared herself to the fairy in the fairyland in the sky.
"What kind of fairy am I?"
Changle murmured in a low voice and smiled helplessly.
Despite this, an unprecedented happiness filled her heart instantly.
At this moment, at the poetry meeting, all the beauties were looking at Chang Le with envy and jealousy.
It seems to replace it!
Even Princess Gaoyang, who was secretly watching in the background, imagined herself as her sister for a moment.
This kind of romance is, without exaggeration, a fatal poison for women.
While everyone was still in shock, Qin Wenyuan spoke again.
When Cui Tu saw Qin Wenyuan speaking, he almost burst into tears.
What the hell...
I beg you, stop talking, stop talking, will you die if you don’t talk?!
You...you Qin Wenyuan, can you still continue to do it?
"A gold goblet worth ten thousand worth of wine, a jade plate worth ten thousand worth of precious wine!"
"I can't eat when I stop drinking and throwing chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around at a loss."
"The journey is difficult! The journey is difficult! There are many divergent roads. Where can I find peace now?"
"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, so you can hang up your sails and sail across the sea!"
Qin Wenyuan read aloud, and another inspiring poem full of life philosophy emerged from his mouth.
After the poem was recited, the expressions on the faces of everyone in Wangjiang Tower had not changed.
They were already numb, and their hearts were completely shocked to the extreme.
"This song "The Road Is Difficult" is given by Qin to all the students sitting here. I wish you will have time to brave the wind and waves, and hang your sails to sail across the sea."
Qin Wenyuan once again picked up a wine pot and said this respectfully to all the students of the Chang'an Poetry Society.
"Thank you, sir!"
Everyone hurriedly raised their glasses in response, extremely flustered.
At this moment, they felt extremely honored.
At the same time, they felt a little ashamed inside. After all, just now, they had believed Cui Tu's lies and doubted the god of poetry in front of them!
That's right, in the minds of everyone, Qin Wenyuan has been directly promoted to the level of the God of Poetry without any suspense.
However, this is just the beginning.
"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qilu is still young!"
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand in the desert!"
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away!"
"Looking at it horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on its side, with different heights from near to far!"
"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and have no owner!"
One sentence after another, one after another, Qin Wenyuan recited amazing poems, just like speaking, there was no pause in the middle of reciting the poems.
Ten songs, twenty songs, thirty songs...
Every sentence is a classic! Every song is a masterpiece! They are enough to be passed down through the ages!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
During this period, the sound of countless wine glasses falling was heard one after another, and wine was scattered on the floor, but no one was aware of it at all.
Shocking, so shocking!
At this moment, their brains were completely shut down and they were unable to think at all.
At this moment, in their eyes, there are many beautiful scenes between heaven and earth, but there is only one figure left!
That is Qin Wenyuan, the Poet Immortal, a well-deserved Poet Immortal!