Datang's free and easy concubine

Chapter 3 A Blockbuster

Huh?There is a garden by the river in front, from a distance, there is a lot of people, it seems to be a banquet?

Su Cheng couldn't help swallowing, if only he could sneak in and get something to eat.

"May I ask your surname? Do you have an invitation for the poetry meeting?"

Not surprisingly, he was stopped, Shihui?invitation?of course not!

Su Cheng flicked his sleeves, tilted his nostrils to the sky at 45 degrees, and said arrogantly, "I lost my invitation card!"

This battle should be able to hold back, right?Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, Su Cheng silently praised himself in his heart.

"Then please tell me your name, young master, or you can go inside and report to confirm!"

Su Cheng snorted coldly and said, "I have given enough face to condescend to come here, yet I dare to ask my name? Hmph, it doesn't matter if this poem will go or not!"

Flicking his sleeves, Su Cheng turned and left proudly.

"Stop me quickly! Stop me quickly!" Su Cheng's footsteps were very slow, and the expectant voice never sounded.

The scenery is beautiful, the wind is very light, but Su Cheng's stomach is very hungry, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "I'm so hard!"

"Host, do you want to draw a card?"

Su Cheng was silent for a moment: "How about taking one?"

"Okay, congratulations to the host for being drawn to the dark position!"

Suddenly, Su Cheng couldn't close his mouth with a smile: "Quick! Use Darkness Chencang, I want to enter the garden!"

"Use Darkness Chencang!"

With a whoosh, Su Cheng appeared in the garden.

Here it comes in?The system is still useful, Su Cheng was overjoyed, no one in the garden where people were coming and going noticed Su Cheng who suddenly appeared.

A clear stream gurgled, the winding cups flowed, the sound of silk and bamboo, and poems could be heard endlessly, but Su Cheng's eyes were suddenly attracted by the food in the pavilion.

The belly is like a drum, Su Cheng has a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right hand, hehehehaha.

"The young master is also here to participate in the poetry meeting?"

Su Cheng turned his head, only to find that several young people appeared behind him, looking at him with disgust and suspicion, and it was a delicate little girl who spoke.

Don't panic!

You must be calm at this time!

Su Cheng took a bite of the chicken leg, and slowly uttered two words: "Of course!"

Discussions suddenly sounded around.

"How could it be possible to participate in the poetry meeting?"

"That's right, how could this person be able to compose poetry? It looks like a starved ghost reincarnated!"

"Who gave him the invitation?"

The little girl frowned slightly, with an embarrassed but polite smile on her face: "Oh? This Wing Chun Poetry Contest, does your lord have any poems?"

Wing Chun?Wing Chun may not, but Wing Chun's poems, hehe.

Su Cheng smiled immediately, waving the chicken legs and roast duck in his hands, and he paced slowly: "Oh, writing poetry? I don't feel the dawn when I sleep in spring, I hear birds singing everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and how many flowers fall. Do you think it's okay? ?”

Can you really write poetry?People around are always ready to laugh, but listening to it, it seems that this poem is quite decent.

The little girl's eyes lit up slightly when she heard the first sentence. After listening to it, she recited a sentence in a low voice, and looked up at Su Cheng, her eyes full of surprise.

The way Su Cheng gnawed on the chicken leg just now was very vulgar in her eyes, but now, she felt so unrestrained.

The little girl smiled slightly and said: "My lord is a great talent, just now I was too blind to see Mount Tai, I hope you will forgive me!"

Su Cheng waved the chicken leg casually, and said lightly, "It's okay!"

The people around were dumbfounded, and Miss Kong praised her, but this person was not moved at all?

Ms. Kong is a well-known talented woman in Chang'an. Her grandfather, Kong Yingda, was the son of the state.

This man is so rude!

However, what surprised them was that Ms. Kong didn't care at all. Instead, she wrote a pen next to her and said with a smile: "If you don't give up, I will transcribe this poem for you. I think this poem by you is very likely. Got the top spot!"

Come out on top?

How could this poem come out on top?How is this poem so good?

The people around were really shocked, because they didn't think this poem was very good when they first heard it, and the rhetoric was not gorgeous at all.

But after listening to Ms. Kong's praise, they savored it carefully, and the more they savored it, the more they felt that the poem was very charming.

"Excuse me, sir's name?" Miss Kong asked with a smile.

Su Cheng said lightly: "Su Cheng!"

"Young Master Su is really talented in poetry. I don't know if you have other poems?" Miss Kong looked at Su Cheng fixedly, her big bright eyes full of anticipation.

Yes, of course there is, but why should I tell you?Su Cheng shook his head lightly and said, "I'm in a bad mood today, so it's not suitable to write any more poems."

Miss Kong was a little disappointed when she heard it, but she still smiled and said, "With this poem alone, the young master's talent should be spread throughout Chang'an!"

Hearing this, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, his name?

Can talent be eaten as a meal?

Of course it can.Not only can it be eaten as a meal, like Liu Yong, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, can also...

Soon Su Cheng's poem was uploaded at the poetry meeting. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" is a work that has been passed down through the ages. Su Cheng threw it out at the poetry meeting, like a bomb that exploded in the garden. .

Seven or eight old men walked quickly into the pavilion with their poems in their hands, and asked, "Whose poems did Chun Mian not know?"

Su Cheng took a bite of the chicken leg and said lightly, "I did it!"

The old men looked at Su Cheng in surprise, as if they couldn't believe that such a good poem was written by a person who gnawed on chicken legs.

Miss Kong who followed behind confirmed: "Grandfather, it was indeed this Mr. Su who did it!"

Kong Yingda looked the young man in front of him up and down, and asked in surprise, "You really did it?"

Su Cheng said lightly: "Of course, it's just a poem, why is it so difficult?"

Just a poem?Do you know how amazing this poem was just now?That's why people looked at Su Cheng with suspicion.

Is this poem really composed by this young man?Can this young man make such a good poem?

Kong Yingda laughed and said, "This poem should be handed down from generation to generation! Why is it so difficult? Could it be that you still have Wing Chun's poems?"

Su Cheng said indifferently: "It's just a poem, it's not just a casual one!"

Just poetry?Come casually?

What a big breath!

This young man is crazy!

Young and frivolous, this is the evaluation of Su Cheng by Kong Yingda and other old masters. As for the other young people, they are expecting in their hearts, hoping that Su Cheng will not be able to write good poems and be slapped in the face.

Kong Yingda smiled and said: "The poem of Wing Chun just now has endless aftertaste. It is indeed the top choice in today's poetry meeting. It is really amazing. It's just that I still have something to say. Why don't you write another one!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Su will compose one!" The other young people also booed.

Su Cheng smiled lightly: "Forget it, let's make another one!"

(End of this chapter)