Zongwu: After three years of retreat, you will be invincible after leaving the retreat!

Chapter 63 is comparable to poetry, Fan Zhizhe sneered!

"A patriotic poem?"

Xu Fengnian frowned, and at the same time he had no interest in the subject at all.

"Brother Chu, what's on your mind?" Xu Fengnian asked.

"Still thinking."

Chu Mu replied.

but,

He had already thought of patriotic poetry in his mind.

It's just that he said so in order not to make people suspicious.

Ren Yingying turned to look at Chu Mu upon hearing this.

The other party wrote a poem to humiliate people at the door before, and she is looking forward to the other party's next poem.

Yue Ji wasn't thinking about it, she knew how much she weighed.

"Blue Bird, Sweet Potato, have you figured it out?" Xu Fengnian asked with interest.

however,
They both shook their heads.

Xu Fengnian looked at Lao Huang, only to see that the other party was drinking, and he didn't hear anything outside the window.

He sighed, and finally pinned his hope on Chu Mu.

At this moment.

The whole restaurant fell into silence, because everyone was thinking about their poems.

Worry for a night, this is a good wine that even money can't buy, they don't want to miss it.

but,

There are so many literati here, it is not easy to win.

Therefore, they need to rack their brains to think of a good poem to stand out.

Time passed bit by bit, and still no one wrote poetry.

Qing Ru smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Is there any young lady who has already made poems?"

As soon as this word comes out,
Everyone looked at each other.

Some people haven't figured it out, some people are still thinking about it, and some people feel that their poems are not perfect yet.

at this time,

A handsome young man stood up suddenly, and he said with a smile: "Since no one has stepped forward, I will be the first!"

As soon as his words fell, many people immediately waited and watched.

"So it's Mr. Shen!"

"Mr. Shen can rank among the top three in Lingzhou City's literary talents, it seems that the other party is very confident!"

"I don't know what kind of poem Mr. Shen can compose!"

……

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and then it quickly became quiet again.

"Master Shen, please!"

Qing Ru raised her head and said in the direction of Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen nodded, then closed the folding fan, and said slowly:
"Thousands of sails are racing, the water is still cold,

The battle of all wills is not over.

The iron horse swept across the country for a long time,
Loyalty bless the prosperity of our country. "

As soon as the voice fell, there was a commotion in the restaurant.

"Nice poem!"

"As expected of the top three talented people in Lingzhou City!"

"This night's sorrow seems to belong to Mr. Shen!"

……

One after another voices of discussion reached Xu Fengnian's ears, but he didn't care at all.

At the same time, I have to say that this person is still somewhat ink, at least not bad in poetry.

However, when he looked at Chu Mu, he saw a confident look on the other side, which really made him a little puzzled.

Xu Fengnian wondered: "Could it be that the poem that brother Chu thought of is better than the other party's?"

He didn't think much about it. As for the result, he will know later.

Mr. Shen enjoys the envious and jealous gazes cast by others. As soon as he comes out with this poem, he is 90.00% sure that he will overwhelm everyone.

Qing Ru raised her head and asked: "Mr. Shen's poem is simply a masterpiece. The little girl can't help admiring it, but I don't know what the poem is called?"

"I haven't thought of it yet, but since Miss Qingru asked, please ask Miss Qingru to give me a name."

Mr. Shen obviously likes Qingru, that's why he said that.

Qing Ru was about to say something, but at this moment a figure suddenly stood up and looked at Qing Ru on the competition stage.

"Miss Qing Ru, don't worry, I have come up with a poem." The speaker was Fan Zhizhe, who interrupted the conversation between Qing Ru and Mr. Shen.

Qing Ru was slightly taken aback, and then looked at Fan Zhizhe: "Since Mr. Fan has also thought up a poem, let's talk about it together and let everyone judge and judge."

Fan Zhizhe smiled, stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Okay!"

Everyone looked at it, more or less expecting it in their hearts.

Because Shen Gongzi's poems have raised the poetry society to a new level.

It is obviously impossible for them to compare themselves with Mr. Shen.

Therefore, when most people speak their own poems at this time, they are extremely confident in their own poems.

at the same time,

I also feel that I can beat the opponent!

Fan Zhizhe met his eyes and said slowly:

"The beacon fire lasts for three months, loyalty casts a chapter,

Thousands of miles to drive away bandits and enemies, glory in a hundred battles.

Covered in heavy snow, the Great Wall guards the beacon smoke,
Liyang has been passed down through the ages, and the spring and autumn will never change. "

Fan Zhizhe came slowly word by word, everyone couldn't help being slightly startled when they heard the words.

This poem is much better than Shen Gongzi's poem, more specific, more majestic, and more ambitious than it!
In this comparison, everyone felt that Mr. Shen's poems were not as good as Fan Zhizhe's poems!

"Nice poem!!"

Qingru exclaimed, she was loyal to the poems, and her comprehension was much better than others.

Seeing this, Mr. Shen was very angry, but he was defeated in the end.

"Mr. Shen, how does this poem compare with yours?" Fan Zhizhe asked meanly.

Mr. Shen snorted coldly, ignored Fan Zhizhe, and sat down immediately.

Fan Zhizhe smiled triumphantly. He had already got the theme of this poetry meeting before, so he stood up so confidently.

Although he ate the turtle just now, but now he straightened up and looked at Qing Ru.

"Miss Qingru, this poem doesn't have a name yet, why don't you come up with one."

Seeing this, Qing Ru showed a slight smile on his face.

"Since Mr. Fan asked, I will think about it, little girl." Qing Ru said.

"Miss Qingru thinks about it first."

Fan Zhizhe raised his head, smiled and looked in Xu Fengnian's direction.

He deliberately said: "Since the son is here for the banquet, why not let everyone taste the poems he wrote?"

Xu Fengnian's eyes fixed on Fan Zhizhe, he knew very well that this guy wanted to make him look bad at the banquet.

The sweet potato next to him said softly: "Young master, I just thought of a song..."

Xu Fengnian shook his head, if the poems were not as good as Fan Zhizhe's, it would be of no use to take them out.

He looked at Chu Mu, "Brother Chu, do you have any poems comparable to his?"

As soon as these words came out, Ren Yingying, Ye Ruoyi and others all looked over.

They are all looking forward to, hoping that Chu Mu can become a blockbuster like before.

"There is one."

Chu Mu didn't talk nonsense, and said frankly.

Xu Fengnian continued: "Brother Chu, are you sure? If you're not sure, don't be brave."

Brother Chu just smiled and didn't answer Xu Fengnian.

He stood up slowly and immediately attracted the attention of his surroundings.

Seeing Chu Mu standing up, Fan Zhizhe frowned slightly, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

He comforted him in his heart: "Why am I nervous! It is absolutely impossible for him to surpass himself!"

Everyone looked at him, but Chu Mu didn't feel any pressure at all, instead he was as calm as water.

Seeing Chu Mu get up, Qing Ru raised her head to look at him, "My lord also wrote a poem?"

Chu Mu nodded.

Qing Ru said with a smile: "Young master, if it is better than Fan Gongzi's poems, I am afraid that the No. 1 must be the young master."

Fan Zhizhe sneered, he didn't believe that Chu Mu's poems were better than his own! !

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(End of this chapter)