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Chapter 31 Fighting
Shangguan Hongxuan was softly explaining the poetry to the people next to him.

"puff"

One of them just took a sip of tea and couldn't help but spit it out.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Shangguan Hongxuan laughed dryly: "Aside from other things, this poem is really good."

The old wit's complexion was cloudy and very ugly.

The people around him were also watching him secretly, with different eyes, which made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Zhou Mingyue looked at Xia Tian with a smile on her lips, this poem is really too slap in the face.

It has to be said that he has a high attainment in poetry.

"Humph."

The old wit snorted coldly, and sat there drinking mulled wine.

Several dignitaries on the third floor of the flower boat saw the incoming poems, and one of them looked a little embarrassed.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe laughed and said, "What a tree of pear blossoms crushing begonias, old Liu, I remember you just took in a concubine, right?"

Old Liu's face was a bit ugly: "Damn, whoever wrote this poem is hated by people."

"It's Mr. Xia who sings plum poems. I heard that he is only eighteen or nineteen years old. He is really talented."

Another person said: "His poem slapped many people in the face. I guess many people hate it so much that their future careers will be worrying."

The second floor of the flower boat has resumed bustle again.

We sat and drank wine with acquaintances, and poems were born.

No one provoked Xia Tian again, and that poem just now was enough to prove his poetic attainments.

Summer is also happy to be leisurely, where I am with Liu Mei Qingqing.

Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren also wrote a poem, which can be regarded as a medium work.

"A masterpiece came from the Spring Breeze Building."

"What poem?"

"Autumn three or five in the cloudless world, let's watch the toad pan Shanghai together."

"Until the end of the sky, I never took a private photo of anyone's house."

"It is indeed a good poem. Who wrote it?"

"Tong Xiuwen did it, it just came out from Chunfeng Building."

Tong Xiuwen's reputation in the capital was great, and he was hailed as one of the five great talents in the capital. He was not inferior to Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren, and his reputation was even greater.

Because he is very young, only 23 years old, five or six years younger than the other four.

Zhou Mingyue said softly: "It's really a good poem. I've heard that Mr. Tong is very talented, but it's a pity that I didn't get to see it."

Tong Xiuwen often went to Chunfenglou, and he was a frequent visitor there.

With his outstanding talent, he won the favor of the girl in purple in Chunfenglou.

Shangguan Hongxuan: "Brother Tong is really talented. This poem is about the bright moon. The last two sentences have been changed to reflect the fraternity of the world and all things are equal. Today is the Moon Worship Festival. It is indeed a good poem for the occasion."

Everyone also nodded in agreement, admiring Tong Xiuwen even more in their hearts.

At this time, someone shouted again: "There are also good poems from Fengqi Tower."

Someone hurriedly asked, "What poem? Who wrote it?"

"It was written by Kang Zimo, and it is also a poem of the bright moon."

"Hao Soul is the treasure in the sky, and the fairy in the clouds is silent."

"Equally divided autumn is full, and it is always accompanied by clouds and thousands of miles."

"The cunning rabbit falls from the string, and the jade tree grows in front of you."

"Lingcha plans to join hands with each other, and wait for the Milky Way to be completely cleared."

After a moment of silence, Shangguan Hongxuan said, "Good poetry."

Everyone also nodded slightly, sighing inwardly: Kang Zimo deserves to be one of the five great talents in the capital.

At this time, Miss Mingyue got up and said with a smile: "There are excellent works from Chunfeng Tower and Fengxi Tower, why don't we write a poem with the theme of Mingyue, and we can't let them suppress our limelight."

Now it is not only a battle between Hualou, but also a battle between the five great talents in the capital.

Shangguan Hongxuan also smiled and said: "Ms. Mingyue's suggestion is good. Let's write a poem with the theme of Mingyue. We can't let them overshadow our limelight."

Everyone began to think.

Liu Mei whispered softly to Xia Tian: "Xia Lang, the poem you just made is not very good."

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"The concubine is not saying that poetry is not good, but that the poetry is not good. Xia Lang probably offended many officials in the capital."

Xia Tian laughed dumbfoundedly, and also thought about what was going on.

But he didn't care, so what if he offended them?Who dares to be presumptuous in front of me?

Unless the dog head doesn't want it anymore.

"Xia Lang, your poem is too abrupt."

Xia Tian smiled slightly: "Don't worry, no one dares to embarrass me."

The two were whispering, and the others were thinking hard.

At this moment, Cao Yingxu picked up a pen and began to write.

People around turned their heads to look at him one after another, and didn't make a sound to disturb him, for fear that it would interrupt his aura.

Soon Cao Yingxu finished writing, and someone read it softly.

"The Chijiang River is thousands of miles wide, and a lonely boat has no neighbors."

"Only the old house and the moon, far and near must follow others."

"When entering the wind, you will be dizzy first, and the fog will be removed quickly."

"If the teacher is like a fan, he can wipe away the dust of beautiful songs."

"Good poetry."

Someone couldn't help but admire after listening.

Shangguan Hongxuan, Miss Mingyue and others nodded slightly.

This poem is no worse than that of Tong Xiuwen and Kang Zimo.

Then Zhao Ren, one of the five great talents in Beijing, also wrote a poem, which was also a good poem.

The two poems quickly spread from Wanhualou.

Apart from Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren, other people also wrote several poems, which are barely considered good.

One of the poems was written by a person on the first floor, and Shangguan Hongxuan had someone invite him up.

This is a warrior, with a three-foot green sword on his waist, a resolute face, and extraordinary martial arts.

No one expected to be a warrior.

"Sun Gongzi is actually a warrior, this is really both civil and military."

Shangguan Hongxuan did not expect that the author of the poem just now was actually a warrior.

"I have seen you all."

Sun Anbang bowed his hands to everyone.

Everyone nodded politely.

Sun Anbang found a vacant seat and sat down, there were no seats beside the others, only next to Xia Tian.

People here don't know him well and don't like his personality, so no one wants to sit with him.

Sun Anbang sat beside him, smiling and nodding towards Xia Tian.

Xia Tian responded, feeling a little surprised at his identity.

"Young Master Xia is very talented, and he must have excellent works."

At this time Cao Yingxu looked at Xia Tian and said lightly.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him, with expressions of watching the show.

Mr. Cao finally attacked him.

They don't believe that Xia Tian can still make such masterpieces as Yong Mei Poetry.

One such masterpiece is enough to shock the world.

Miss Mingyue also smiled and said, "Master Xia's talent is beyond doubt, and I am also looking forward to Mr. Xia's new poems."

Shangguan Hongxuan could see the struggle between Cao Yingxu and Xia Tian, ​​so he couldn't say anything.

Xia Tian looked at Cao Yingxu and smiled faintly: "There is indeed a masterpiece, I am afraid that you will not dare to write poetry in the future after you write it."

Hiss, what a loud tone.

Arrogant, too arrogant.

The second floor was boiling instantly, and most people were almost condemning Xia Tian, ​​thinking that he was too arrogant and arrogant.

(End of this chapter)