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Chu Huan never thought that one day he would write poems in public, let alone that when poems could save lives, he didn't write immediately, but turned his mind quickly.

He remembers this period of history clearly. When the Three Kingdoms competed for the world, there was a discrepancy with the history he knew. In the end, Soochow Wu ruled the world and established Wu Kingdom. Hundreds of years later, it was replaced by Dahua Kingdom. At the end of Dahua, The feudal lords separatist regimes, the world is in conflict, and the world is in a chaotic world. In the struggle for hegemony in the Central Plains, Ying Yuan, the lord of the Qin Kingdom, relied on his powerful cavalry corps to conquer the east and west, destroy eighteen countries, and finally established the Great Qin Empire.

The history after the Three Kingdoms has completely changed.

In other words, after the Three Kingdoms, many dynasties since the Jin Dynasty no longer existed, and Tang poetry, Song Ci, and Yuan Qu naturally did not appear in this era.

Even if he didn't study poetry carefully in his previous life, those familiar literati are still vivid in his memory, and those popular poems and songs are still fresh in his memory.

It's not that he can't write it now, but that there are too many poems and poems in his mind, his mind is like a library of poems, he can take whatever he wants, and he is just thinking about choices now.

Seeing that Chu Huan also came out, Luo Ding's eyes became more resentful, but seeing that Chu Huan didn't write immediately, thinking that Chu Huan was illiterate, he was immediately filled with joy, and the sarcasm on his face became stronger.

The previous literati came up, they had already thought about it from the bottom, and they could write quickly when they went up. It was very rare for Chu Huan to think like this but not write. The literati immediately whispered, and many people had already Showing disdain, in their eyes, Ying Ren and Chu Huan should be the young masters of the rich family, who did not know how to get rich, but were unable to write anything for a long time, that is asking for shame.

Mr. Lan stroked his beard, but he looked calm and composed. He looked at Chu Huan slightly. Chu Huan's skin was slightly dark, with sharp bones, and he looked heroic. He didn't look like a scholar who had read poetry and books, nor did he look like He is usually dressed like a kid from a rich and dandy family, but he looks like a man of iron and blood who has come out of the clanging of iron and blood.

Speaking of nervousness, Yingren was nervous, but the other was even more nervous.

Mo Lingshuang, who was on the flower selection platform, stared at Chu Huan with her watery eyes, her heart was already in her throat.

Chu Huan was able to stand up at this time, which made her feel unspeakably happy, but as everyone saw, Chu Huan really didn't look like a person who recited poems and made fuss.

Previously, so many literati who had read poetry and books came forward to snatch Wenhua, but only a handful of them could get Wenhua. Ling Shuang really couldn't believe that Chu Huan could write amazing poems.

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, Luo Ding almost wanted to sarcastically, but he tried his best to restrain himself, but his heart was full of ridicule.

At this moment, when Chu Huan's wolf hair fell down, everyone saw that Chu Huan was writing quickly, which was completely different from the silent static just now, with his right hand waving vertically and horizontally, quite imposing.

Yingren had already moved forward, frowning at first, but soon showed surprise.

Seeing that Chu Huan was writing quickly, it seemed that his inspiration had exploded. In a short while, he had already written several sheets of paper, and Ying Ren was not idle. Pick up in front and lay flat to the side.

His majestic prince, not only was not unwilling to fight for Chu Huan at this time, but he was full of energy.

He didn't know whether these poems could pass the test, but Chu Huan was able to write them, which made him very happy. He only hoped that the more Chu Huan wrote, the better. In this way, the choice would be wide, and there would always be a few poems that could pass the test. .

Chu Huan buried his head in writing, he just felt that the poems in his mind came one after another.

Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Xin Qiji, Li Shangyin, Liu Yong, Liu Yuxi, Wang Wei, Li Yu, Su Shi, Tang Bohu... These ten times, everyone seems to be transformed into Chu Huan at this time.

At this moment, Chu Huan was not alone. Countless poems from Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties were possessed by the souls of masters.

"The body has no colorful wings and two flying wings. There is a tacit understanding!"

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening!"

"I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but when I looked back at dusk, the man was there, in a dimly lit place!"

"This situation can be reminisced, but it was already lost at that time!"

"The belt gets wider and wider, but I don't regret it, because of Yixiao, people are haggard!"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground!"

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, so there is no sunshine but there is sunshine!"

"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking!"

"Life is full of joy, don't let the golden bottle face the moon!"

The good sentences in Chu Huan's mind are like the waves of the sea, and every time he finishes writing a poem, several more poems will pop up in his mind.

These poems and songs are all famous poems and poems that have been handed down for hundreds of thousands of years in later generations, many of which are well-known. Before time travel, many poems could be recited by even a few years old children.

In that era, the stars were shining brightly, and the essence of Chinese characters reached its peak at that time. Countless literati left many essences of characters for mankind with their wisdom and talents.

At this moment, those poems and songs that might be buried are pulled by Chu Huan onto the cultural stage of this time and space.

Chu Huan himself didn't know how many poems he had written. He actually knew in his heart that the cultural concepts of the two time and space were different.

So like Yingren, he also felt that it would be okay to write a few more poems. If the east side is not bright and the west side is bright, he can write enough poems. appreciated.

In fact, he didn't care about the occasion or the occasion at this time, as long as it came to his mind, he immediately wrote it on the paper, expressing emotion, inspiration, scene description, sad song, joyous song, and even Yu remembered a few poems in "Dream of Red Mansions", and wrote them together, as well as the erotic words in "Jin Ping Mei", which he also unknowingly wrote.

He didn't know how long he had been writing, until his fingers felt a little sore, he stopped, looked at Yingren, and asked, "How many poems have you written?"

Ying Ren held a piece of paper in his hand, opened his mouth wide, and stared at Chu Huan blankly with horror on his face, but couldn't speak for a while, Chu Huan was startled, went to see Mr. Lan, I saw that the three gentlemen had already taken the poems to have a sneak peek, but at this moment, the three of them seemed to have seen something unimaginable. The three old gentlemen who were originally very well-educated were all staring at Chu Huan, stunned.

The entire courtyard was eerily quiet.

Those literati all disdained Chu Huan at the beginning, only thought that Chu Huan came out to embarrass others. Some people thought that even if Chu Huan could write poems, it was only one or two poems, and they would definitely not pass.

However, Chu Huan wrote vigorously, and for half an hour, his writing was like wind and madness, and everyone saw it. No matter how Chu Huan's poems are, he can keep thinking and write poems continuously, which is already amazing. What a horrifying thing.

Mr. Lan finally came back to his senses, looked at Chu Huan in surprise, and said, "You have written 42 poems...!"

"42?" Chu Huan thought for a while, and said, "Then add three more!" He picked up the brush and wrote three more, then put down the wolf hair, and said, "45!" He thought to himself: "Of the 45 poems, there should always be thirteen that can pass the level!"

Mr. Lan already showed excitement, and asked, "Can this little brother still write it?"

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

It should be known that Mr. Lan is a gentleman of Caotang Academy. Although he is not the dean, his status and prestige are already very important. Although he is not an official, his influence is much stronger than some officials.

Mr. Lan is highly respected. When others see him, they are the first to salute him and address him as "Sir". Many literati can even aim to become Mr. Lan's disciples.

At this moment, Mr. Taishan Beidoulan in the eyes of literati, took the initiative to bow to Chu Huan, and even called him "little brother". Moreover, Mr. Lan's expression was no longer as simple as admiration. Such a scene is shocking.

Chu Huan said: "This... I should be able to write a few more songs!"

Mr. Lan said excitedly: "Since my brother can still write, why not continue!"

Chu Huan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Ning Que Wulan has already written 45 poems. I... no, I think it's almost the same." Shi Li said: "This is something Xu Gongzi wrote occasionally, regardless of time. The location, I wrote it down in my heart, and it may not be suitable for the occasion, so I ask the three gentlemen to correct and comment!"

Mr. Lan looked around and asked, "What do you two gentlemen think?"

Mr. Lou has already said: "I have read thirteen songs, and in my opinion, all of these thirteen songs can pass the test!"

Mr. Zhao stroked his beard and smiled, and looked at Chu Huan with admiration in his eyes: "I have read nine songs, eight of which can pass the test, and the remaining one, I have to discuss it with the two of you!"

Mr. Lan laughed and said, "I've read sixteen of them, and fourteen of them can get Wenhua!"

There were exclamations from all around, Luo Ding was so anxious that he almost passed out at this time, but Mo Lingshuang on the flower selection platform heard the words of the three masters, and an unprecedented excitement surged through his body, and he couldn't help it. Crystal tears rolled down.

Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what Mr. Lan said. From this point of view, the standard of poetry appreciation in this era is not too far off. At least Mr. Lan's words have prevented Mo Lingshuang from falling into Luo Ding's hands.

Mr. Lan said again: "This little brother, I don't know how to address him?"

Chu Huan pointed to Ying Ren, and said, "These are all Mr. Xu's poems, I'm just a ghostwriter, I don't dare to take credit for them!"

Mr. Lan smiled faintly, glanced at Yingren, stroked his beard and said, "No matter how many poems can be written in the end, no one dares to say about today's achievement, but it is already unprecedented!"