Datang: God-level Choice

"It's better for you to be a reckless man who can understand and ask me to tell it. After all, no matter how ignorant I am, my father's name is Fang Xuanling!"

Fang Yi Ai said proudly, and that attitude made it seem as if he was not talking about him, but his father, "You stinky boy, be careful, I will beat you up!"

Cheng Chumo viciously waved his fist at Fang Yi'ai and said

"Come on, come on, who's afraid of who? Second brother Cheng, third brother Cheng, how your eldest brother usually bullied you, remember that now is a good opportunity for revenge!"

Fang Yi Ai insisted on Cheng Chumo while provoking discord

"Brother, don't blame 760 us"

Cheng Luliang walked towards Cheng Lumo step by step

"Yes, yes, don't blame me, eldest brother, if you want to blame it, blame this kid with the surname Fang!"

Cheng Huaibi also clenched his fists with a grin and walked towards Cheng Chumo.

"You guys don't come here!"

Cheng Chumo shrank in the corner with a look of horror, as if she was like a little daughter-in-law who was about to get married.

"Hey hey hey, let's call! No one will come to save you even if you cry out!"

Everyone said in unison, and then they rushed forward one after another.

"what!"

With a shrill scream, the entire Zuixianlou finally regained its calm.

Chapter six hundred and eighty nine: another city

Chapter six hundred and ninetieth: far ahead

Chapter six hundred and ninety first: Shangguanyi's admiration

Chapter [-]: The Great Tang Dynasty

(Happy New Year!)

"Master Shangguan, don't sway our appetites anymore, hurry up and read the poems!"

"I think the old man Shangguan has lost his mind. He even said that all the poets in the entire Tang Dynasty combined are not as good as King Qin alone."

"I also think that this is too exaggerated. Even if this poem is written very well, there is no need to brag about it. In my opinion, the old man Shangguan has deliberately created a strong opponent for himself, in order to appear , he lost "[-]"

It is quite normal.”

"Hehe, everyone, please be patient and don't be impatient, right and wrong, after I read this poem, I will comment on it myself."

When Shangguanyi saw everyone talking about him, and even had some malicious speculations about him, he didn't get angry, just laughed a few times, and started to recite poems.

Shangguanyi slightly sorted out his appearance, then took a deep breath, and recited with a solemn expression: ""Spring River, Flowers and Moonlight Night", author Qin Huaidao"

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is tidal"

"Yan Yan follows the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without the moonlight!"

"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight and flower forests are like sleet"

"Frost in the air does not feel flying, but white sand can't be seen on Ting"

"Jiangtian is one color without fine dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky"

"Who on the riverside first sees the moon and when the river and the moon shines at the beginning of the year?"

"Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiangyue looks alike every year"

"I don't know who Jiangyue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water"

"The white clouds go away leisurely, and the green maple is sad"

"Who's Bian Zhouzi tonight, where is Acacia Mingyuelou?"

"Poorly wandering upstairs, you should stay away"

"You can't get it out of the Yuhu curtain, and it comes back from the pounding anvil"

"I don't know each other at this time, and I hope to flow from month to month"

"Swan geese soared so fast, fish and dragons dived and leaped into the water"

"Last night, I had a dream of falling flowers in the idle pool, and the poor spring didn't return home"

"The river flows to the end of the spring, and the moon falls on the river and the pond is back to the west."

"The sloping moon sinks deep into the sea fog, and the road to Xiaoxiang is infinite"

"I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river and trees"

After Shangguanyi finished reading the whole poem, the audience fell silent, as if everyone followed the poem into the emptiness of the moon world, but no matter how beautiful the dream is, it will eventually wake up On that day, at this moment, the applause suddenly sounded like thunder, and the rolling cheers made the entire Zuixianlou become brighter and brighter at this moment.

"Being able to see this poem come out, even if my life ends here, it's worth it!"

"This poem seems to be writing about the moon, but I feel as if I saw my life in it."

"I would like to call His Royal Highness the King of Qin the God of Poetry! In the future, there will be no one who can do it!"

People are starting to go crazy, even if they are all the great talents from each state or county, or the dignitaries of any state or county, they are all cheering and celebrating the birth of the god of poetry at this moment. Maybe some people I will feel that this scene may be too exaggerated, but no one will underestimate Datang's love for poetry.