Datang: God-level Choice

"Everyone, according to what we just discussed in Zuixianlou, we can show you the manuscript of this poem, and please don't say anything about our Zuixianlou conspiring with His Royal Highness Qin after reading it."

Miss Qiuxiang said righteously to the crowd

0 "Brother Qin, this Zuixianlou even showed your manuscript to them without your consent. It's really inhuman!"

Cheng Chu said to Qin Huaidao angrily.

"It doesn't matter, isn't the poem written for everyone to see?

No matter what, the ending is still the same, and Hou Guangliang is always just playing in vain."

Qin Huaidao replied calmly.

"Show me the manuscript"

After Miss Qiuxiang said that she could read the manuscript, Shangguanyi couldn't help it for the first time, grabbed the manuscript, and then couldn't wait to open it.

"This is the old man who lost, I don't complain, I don't complain!!!! Hahahahaha"

After reading the manuscript, Shangguan Yi said this three times in a row, then shook his head helplessly, and then laughed out loud because he could see a new masterpiece appear with his own eyes.

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Chapter six hundred and eighty seventh: first round victory

(Happy New Year!)

"Impossible! Show me!"

After hearing that Shangguanyi had admitted defeat, Hou Guangliang was even more unbelievable. He immediately grabbed the manuscript and watched it. As soon as he opened the manuscript and glanced at it, his pupils instantly enlarged.

Then Hou Guangliang couldn't help looking at the manuscript and muttered: Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shiguan, Long March people have not returned

But let Longcheng Fei will be there, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan

"Five fifty"

Hou Guangliang recited it three times while holding the manuscript, with a wry smile on the corners of his mouth while reading, and finally heaved a long breath and said, "It is true that we lost this game, and we are convinced that we lost. oral"

Although Hou Guangliang doesn't know how to write poetry himself, as a son of a big family, he still has a certain level of appreciation. He can still distinguish how excellent a poem is. If he has to talk about it here today If it is white, then none of the talented people present will easily let him go, and even his father will leave him when he sees that the situation is not good, so he simply admits that he is a loser in this game. But he still wanted to find his place in the second or even the third round. After all, no matter how good Qin Huaidao was, he couldn't make several divine poems in one day. "Wow"

, After listening to Hou Guangliang reciting this whole poem, the people in the audience instantly fry, and all began to discuss

They all sighed that they were fortunate enough to see such a masterpiece, and the compliments were endless.

"Master Shangguan, we're all relying on you for this game!"

Hou Guangliang had to put away his arrogance at this time, and said to Shangguanyi respectfully and helplessly, "Don't worry, since this old man has promised you to help you, he will naturally exert his full strength."

Shangguanyi solemnly said to Hou Guangliang that as a literati, Shangguanyi also has a fighting spirit.

At this time, Qin Huaidao and his party are also actively participating in the discussion

"Brother Qin, this time you are going to write a divine poem, do you have a chance to surpass the last game?"

Cheng Chumo glared at his eyes as big as a cowbell and said to Qin Huaidao.

After Qin Huaidao heard this, he immediately looked at Cheng Chumo speechlessly, and secretly said: "This guy really treats himself as a poet, can't he be reincarnated? Good poetry comes out of his mouth as if he doesn't want money. I just dig it out. It seems that the surnamed Hou said he was a reckless man. Even now I want to beat him hard. Forget it, I’d better come to Zuixianlou to eat. Tell him about the news of Huajiu directly, if Lao Cheng beats him, it should be a little better in terms of viewing."

The poor Cheng Lumo was still there: waiting excitedly, his elder brother Qin was talking back and forth with him, but he didn't know that he was about to usher in a bloody disaster, and the one who helped fuel the flames was the good elder brother he was thinking of at this time. "I believe that in Brother Qin's heart, 0

We must have already made our own choice, let's go first, don't interfere with Big Brother Qin's performance here"

Du Gou said to the crowd in a serious manner at this time.

After listening to Du Gou's words, Qin Huaidao nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this kid is more in line with his wishes, he talks less, is not ruthless, and knows how to flatter his eldest brother. He is indeed a qualified person. little brother

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Chapter six hundred and eighty eighth: how much more amusing

(Happy New Year!)

As for the poems to be written in today's second game, Qin Huaidao has already thought about it. When it comes to poems about Yue, everyone may immediately think of Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" that has been passed down through the ages, or Su Shi's poems. However, very few people know that the poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", a poem of conferred gods, will appear in the early Tang Dynasty a few decades later. There will be a great poet named Zhang Ruoxu. He Zhizhang: Bao Rong and Cao Sheng Zhang Xu are collectively known as the Four Scholars of Wu Zhong. Unfortunately, as time passed, Zhang Ruoxu wrote poems all his life, but only two poems survived. However, there is a poem in it called "Spring River, Flowers and Moon Night", but it is recognized by later generations as "a single poem that covers the whole Tang Dynasty".

And Qin Huaidao wants to write this poem again tonight, so that the people of the Tang Dynasty can see the style of their descendants.

Thinking of this, Qin Huaidao just picked up the pen and wrote, the pen was moving with dragons and snakes, with great momentum, and he had successfully completed this masterpiece when there was still nearly half of the time away from a stick of incense.

"Brother Qin, have you finished writing it, can you show us first?"

After seeing that Qin Huaidao had stopped writing, Cheng Chumo and his party rushed up and said.

"Well, this time it's basically a sure win, it's okay to show you guys."

Qin Huaidao told everyone confidently

"Give it to me"

"Don't steal it!"

"Your grandma's!"

With Qin Huaidao's permission, Cheng Chumo first snatched the manuscript over to watch it. As a result, the manuscript was not warm when he got it, and Fang Yi'ai, who was beside him, took it over. Then Cheng Chuliang and Cheng Huaibi also joined this time. In the battle, in the end, this manuscript was successfully captured, and the Dugou, which had been secretly mixed in, benefited the fisherman.

"The surname is Du! Give me the manuscript quickly, and I can't finish with you"

Cheng Chumo shouted with a broken gong voice.