Fierce prodigal son: pick up a cheap and beautiful wife at the beginning

They felt that no one present could surpass Hou Dong's poems.

Even Luo Qingcen nodded slightly, indicating his approval of the poem.

She looked at Yunze, who had a calm expression, and couldn't help but have a look of worry in her eyes. Yun Ze is afraid that he cannot compose poems of this level.

Through everyone's comments, Hou Dong's poem ranked first. Although Zheng Ming was a little unconvinced, he didn't have much reaction.

Anyway, as long as Yunze doesn't take first place, it doesn't matter to him.

At this time, Zheng Ming looked at Yunze and said with a hint of teasing and ridicule in his voice:

"Talented Master Yun, it's your turn now... You won't be so scared that you dare not even write a poem, so prepare to admit defeat. Haha... In that case, you will call yourself a waste!"

Immediately, he burst into joking laughter, and several people who were close to him also burst into laughter.

"Talented Master Yun, why...are you trying to cheat? If you give up now, I can ask you to stop saying a word……"

Hou Dong looked at Yunze playfully, the disdain in his voice getting stronger.

The look on his face was as if he was sure to win. Several people around him burst into laughter again.

The remaining people who had a good impression of Yunze looked at Yunze sympathetically and sighed.

Hearing this, Yun Ze had a playful taste at the corner of his mouth:"A plagiarized Spring Festival couplet poem, what's there to show off... It's so shameless." As soon as he said these words, Hou Dong's proud expression froze, and his face suddenly became ugly. Extremely.

When the people around him heard this, they suddenly looked strange. Everyone seemed to have come back to their senses and carefully pondered Hou Dong's poem. Someone's eyes are slightly bright

"It sounds like Spring Festival couplets……"I don’t know who said this.

Everyone's expressions were strange again. Hou Dong was so angry that his face was almost purple. This is clear, saying that his poem is plagiarized.

But he did plagiarize some Spring Festival couplets. But will he admit it? He opened his mouth and said angrily to Yunze:"You haven't written a poem yet, so what qualifications do you have to comment on my poems?""

"If you have the ability, write a poem yourself……"

Hearing this, Yunze said calmly to Hou Dong:"Wash your ears and listen carefully."……"

One sentence made Hou Dong's chest heave with anger and he almost ran away.

Yunze glanced at Hou Dong teasingly, then turned his gaze to the window of the boat. The light rain that started falling made him feel refreshed.

A slight smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he started writing quickly on the easel.

Several women behind him quickly fixed their eyes on the drawing paper and began to read along unconsciously.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here. Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in Danyang City."

This is the most famous spring quatrain that Yunze knew in his previous life. It is about joyful rain on a spring night. It corresponds to the scene in front of him.

However, Yunze replaced the last three words with Danyang City.

He read along with this poem At the end, the scene was completely silent, everyone's mouths were opened wide, their eyes were full of disbelief, and everyone's breathing could be heard clearly.

"It's raining……"At this time, Luo Qingcen's soft voice broke the silence. Everyone followed her voice and looked out the window of the ship.

Luo Qingcen was still muttering softly.

"What a poem about spring that fits the occasion. Good rain knows the season, and when spring happens... all the wild paths are dark with clouds, and only the fire on the river boats is bright. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yun has such a great talent... My little girl admires him……"

Everyone was brought directly into the artistic conception of Yunze's poem by Luo Qingcen's words.

Good rain seems to choose the right time to fall in the spring when all things emerge. With the gentle breeze, it quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth.

Thick dark clouds cover the fields and paths; little lights flicker on the fishing boats on the river. Look at the dew-laden flowers tomorrow morning. Danyang City will be filled with flowers.

Doesn’t this poem describe this situation?! It’s the third day of March when we look up. After this spring rain, Danyang City tomorrow will be absolutely filled with flowers.

"Mr. Yun... what a great talent... haha... what a poem... this is a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.……"

"This poem is definitely the most well-deserved poem tonight... If anyone is dissatisfied, come to me to argue……"

"I feel the same way... If this poem cannot win the title of Poetry Leader, I will not participate in this poetry meeting in the future.……"

"That's right, this poem has no one before it and no one since it. It deserves to be the leader of poems.……"

The people around came to their senses and shouted one after another with extremely excited expressions. In the blink of an eye, most of the people put Yunze's poem at the top of the list of poems.

Opposite them, Zheng Ming and Hou Dong were still reading the poem carefully. When they heard the crowd's voices, their faces turned pale and they instantly sat in their seats.

They knew that they had lost. Yunze's poem was so appropriate for the occasion and so stunning and brilliant. They thought that even if they had written poems for ten years, they would not be able to write such a masterpiece.

They opened their mouths, wanting to refute something, but facing the approval of most of the poetry club members, they were powerless.

Yunze's poem went straight to the top, and he deservedly became the top poet in tonight's poetry meeting.

The most important thing is that Yunze never took it seriously from beginning to end.

This poem is a unique poem written by Yunze after just looking at the scenery outside the boat window.

Everyone looked at Yunze differently. No one treats Yunze as a playboy and a waste anymore.

"I remember someone made a bet with me. Isn’t it time to cash it in?……"

After everyone recognized that Yunze had won the first place, Yun Yong looked at Zheng Ming and Hou Dongdao opposite.

As soon as he said these words, the faces of the two people opposite him turned pale. I wish I could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

"Yes, you just forced the bet. You don’t want to cheat now, do you two? Don’t let your character be ruined.……"

"Come to think of it, these two talented men are not the kind of people who are disdainful and shameless, and dare not act... We are waiting!"

The people around looked at Zheng Ming and Hou Dong jokingly.

Zheng Ming and Hou Dong were even more embarrassed after hearing this. They were angry and annoyed. They looked like they were ready to cheat.

Luo Qingcen looked at the two of them with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

"You two... you started this thing. If you don't even have this responsibility, it's really disappointing.……"

Seeing Luo Qingcen speak, Zheng Ming and Hou Dong felt ashamed and annoyed again.

They looked at Yunze with hatred, and shouted softly with unwillingness on their faces:"I am a useless straw bag."……"

When the people around them heard this, their faces were full of jokes and ridicule, and their eyes made the two of them even more embarrassed.

"What are you saying... I didn't hear it... speak louder……"Yunze looked at the reluctant two people and said coldly.

When Zheng Ming and Hou Dong heard this, they were so angry that they opened their mouths to curse.

But facing the disdainful looks of everyone around them, they swallowed back the words they wanted to curse.