Datang: My dear brother, you didn’t expect that I am the emperor!

"I don't know which poem is good to

write!" Changle shook his head and stood in front of the table with a brush in a daze

! "Haha, I still don't know which one to write?" Cui

Changge laughed angrily

! This person must be a fool

! "Just this one!" The

brush in Changle's hand moved! Everyone

looked at the words written by Changle!

I almost didn't laugh, this writing is too bad

! Everyone can't recognize what words are written! As a reader, it is also a spectacle that the writing is so poor

! Changle's face is slightly red and a little annoyed

! The brush in his hand is faster

! As a small hair who grew up with Changle, Fang Weiyu can naturally see the words written by Changle at a glance!

"You don't

see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up in the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

Fang Yiyu read the first line of the poem with a strange face, and her heart was greatly shaken! Fang

Yiyu directly gasped! Shocked! The artistic conception of the first sentence of this poem has been magnificent, like Fang Yiyu breathless under the pressure of a rainstorm

! She quickly looked at the white paper!

"You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk twilight into snow!"

It

is no exaggeration to say that this poem can suppress the entire poetry scene of the Great Tang Dynasty

! The onlookers did not recognize what Changle wrote

! After writing a poem, Fang Weiyu knew that they had won!

However, Changle's pen did not stop, she took the paper, and then wrote again on the paper behind her!

"Is there still any

!" Fang Yiyu looked at Changle incredulously!"

I don't know

what year this night is!" Only seeing this beginning, Fang Weiyu's whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning

! Even

her indifferent face, which had been unfazed, showed a terrifying expression! It

can be seen that this poem has a great impact on her

! After another poem was written, Changle still did not stop writing!

"Did he take out all the poems he had written all year?!"

Cui Changge said with a sneer

! "Even if you write a hundred, you can't compare to me, and poetry does not rely on quantity, but on quality!" He

was extremely confident in his poems

! Cui Changge looked coldly at Changle, who was writing hard

! At this time, Changle's third poem was almost finished!

Looking back

, the person was there, and the lights were shining!"Fang Weiyu's expression was already sluggish

! Others praised her as the first talented woman of the Great Tang Dynasty, but after reading Changle's poems, she didn't even dare to mention the idea of a competition!

Bamboo cane mango shoes light victory over horses, who is afraid!"

......

"If the two loves are long, how can they be in the twilight of the dynasty!"

"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no line for thousands of miles!" The

last poem was written

! Changle moved his wrist! "I'm so tired, there are still a lot of unfinished writing!" "

Let's do this first!"

With a smile on his face, Changle directly handed the paper to Wang

Chongwen! Wang Chongwen took it, looking at it word by word!

Changle's words are really bad!

When he saw the first sentence of the first blank piece of paper

, it exploded in his mind like a flat thunderbolt

! Wang Chongwen seemed to directly and quickly sweep the whole

poem! His face showed a look of horror

! "This poem, this poem, this poem is an ancient sentence!" Wang

Chongwen's face was full of tears!

"In my life, I have never seen such a good poem!"

Wang

Chongwen

passed the first poem he read to the talented people present, and he went on to read the second poem! "Oh my God, swan song for eternity!" The

eyes of the first talented people who saw the poem were almost cracked!

Bang

! Wang Chongwen, who saw the second poem, sat on the ground as if he were stupid!

When he finished reading all ten poems written by

Changle! The whole person was covered with joy and went crazy

! He was originally a nerd, and his favorite thing in his life was poetry

! Shocking! Shocking

! Shocking,

weeping ghosts and gods!

People in the hall who read Changle's poems seemed to have been cast a spell, and everyone seemed to be dumbfounded!"

How is this possible, how is this possible

!"Cui Changge saw the white paper scrawled handwriting in his hand, but the poem on it was enough to make the entire Tang poetry altar tremble

! Cui Changge quickly took another poem from the hand of the person next to him

! The whole person seemed to have been struck by thunder, and a terrifying wave was set off in his heart

! "How can it be compared!" Cui

Changge muttered to himself after reading the second song!

These two poems are not an exaggeration to say that it is not necessarily enough to arrest all the literati of the entire Tang Dynasty

! The poem that he is proud of is not even a fart compared to this poem

! Changle looks at everyone with a satisfied face

! This feeling is so good

! She who has been looked down upon since she was a child in school, today she finally enjoyed a treatment that attracted much attention! If

Su Chen were present at this time, I am afraid that she would have charged Changle a pretending fee!

! One

of the people in the hall was immersed in the poem, so many ancient famous sentences had a great impact on them!

"If I could write one ten-thousandth of the momentum of this poem, let me die!"

Wang

Chongwen suddenly got up, and his body, which was originally old and somewhat old, suddenly burst out a force

! Directly ran to Changle and knelt on the ground!

"Shixian, you must be a poetry immortal, please take me as an apprentice!"

Wang Chongwen is a famous Confucian, and today he actually worshipped a young man

! In the crowd, a group of talents suddenly came out and knelt in front of

Changle! "Please accept us as apprentices!"

They looked excited, and looking at Changle's eyes seemed to be watching... God

! These ten poems of Changle can not be exaggerated to suppress the entire poetry of the Great Tang Dynasty

! All the talents are breathless, and everyone's eyes are fiery when they look at

Changle! Changle's face is embarrassed, accept apprentices, what kind of jokes!

If the mother and father know that she Changle also accepts apprentices, I am afraid that the big teeth will laugh off....