Chrysanthemum Garden, in the embroidered curtain.

The girls were marveling at Du Wenxing's "talent".

"So amazing, this is really agile!"

"Every poem is a classic, I really want to know Mr. Du"

"Hehe, someone is in spring."

"What's wrong with Fachun? I love Mr. Du's talent."

"I like this song, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. The mountain atmosphere is beautiful day and night, and the birds return together. There is a true meaning in it, and I have forgotten to say it. What a beautiful artistic conception!"

"No, no, no, this poem is even better, with a bright golden skirt and a tall and white jade skin. I know that the times are different, and it seems to be in the cold of the year. I can't bear to fall into the ground, and I will be able to wither by myself. I have written all the character of chrysanthemums, and the first one in this poetry meeting is to be the first."

"I like this sentence. I would rather hold the fragrance on the branches and dance with the autumn wind than follow the yellow leaves."

The girls chattered and swear to fight for the poems they loved, but forgot that these poems were written by the same person.

Soon, Du Wenxing's poems and essays spread from the embroidered curtain again, and a geisha dressed in colorful clothes sang loudly with the manuscript in her hand.

This is the rule of the poetry club. The poem that is rated as the number one will be sang by famous prostitutes in Chengdu.

But this time, the song was not one song, but thirteen songs.

These are the best thirteen poems selected from Du Wenxing's poems and essays, and they can be said to be the best among the best.

The students in the scene were very surprised at first. For some reason, so many poems and essays won the first place, and they were clamoring for a while, but after the first line of poems was read out, they gradually became quiet.

Everyone began to appreciate the artistic conception in these poems.

After listening to each song, everyone became more and more surprised. Unexpectedly, there were many excellent works produced at this poetry meeting. I don’t know which thirteen talented men wrote them.

Zhou Yunwen and Lu Hong looked at Du Wenxing with strange eyes, especially Lu Hong, with great admiration in their eyes. The previous jealousy and rejection had long been thrown out of the sky.

When the gap between people reaches a certain level, jealousy no longer exists, and this is human nature.

After the thirteen poems and essays were sung, the geisha retreated, and a buzzing sound broke out in the field, and everyone was asking who made these poems and essays.

Li Mingxu was a little depressed. The poem he wrote in advance was not included, but he did not have any dissatisfaction. After all, any of these thirteen poems were better than his own poems.

But the boy looked at Du Wenxing and should have been stunned!

My Wenhua land in Chengdu Prefecture is full of talents, so how can an alien boy be rampant?

Then I saw that the boy from the Qingcheng Sect stood up high and looked ahead with a smile, with a scent of romantic figures.

Humph, pretend to behave!

Li Mingxu complained in his heart.

bite!

A chime sounded.

Xuezheng Tongguang walked out of the water pavilion, put on his clothes and robe and said loudly: "All talented scholars, today's poetry meeting will be held to chant chrysanthemums, and a total of 61 poems were obtained. After the public discussion of the water pavilion, the poems written by Du Wenxing of Qingcheng School were recommended as the title."

This statement caused a sudden surprise.

The young talents didn't expect that the poems of this Qingcheng School's martial artist were also listed among the thirteen poems. Another thing I didn't expect was why there was only Du Wenxing?

Aren't there thirteen poems?

Tongguang seemed to guess the doubts of the students and said with a caress: "The thirteen poems just now were written by Du Wenxing of Qingcheng School. I believe that everyone should not have any objections to his victory!"

"What?"

"The thirteen poems are all written by one person!"

"How is this possible?"

"Is it because my classmate Zheng was dazzled and misread the name?"

"I misread thirteen names, this is impossible, right?"

"This kid, like a martial artist, is so literary?!"

""

Shocked, disbelieved, and admired the crowd.

One by one, he looked at Du Wenxing.

Li Mingxu, who had previously questioned Du Wenxing, had a complicated expression. After changing for a while, he shouted loudly: "I don't believe it, did you write these poems yourself?"

Du Wenxing thought to himself: "Of course not, this young master is not a poet."

But he said on his lips: "Brother, have you heard my poems elsewhere?"

"No, it's impossible. How could anyone make so many good sentences in a short time!" Li Mingxu asked with all his might.

"If you can't do it, it doesn't mean others can't do it!" Lu Hong said, and the boy glared at Li Mingxu with a red face, and was very angry at the former friend's questioning his idol.

"No, I still don't believe it. Unless I ask you to give a question on the spot, you will write poems of the same quality!"

Many students in the field shook their heads secretly. Is Li Mingxu so excited that he lost his heart? He dares to make such unreasonable requests. The academician is still standing there.

Moreover, it must be of the same quality, which is even more embarrassing. You should know that good words and sentences are hard to come by, and they are all products of inspiration. This person can write so much of the time when he can write so many things in the first place. It must be a product accumulated over the years.

If you want to give a question on the spot, if you deliberately put out an unusual question, you have to write a high-level poem. Isn’t this intentional embarrassment?

But surprisingly, classmate Zheng did not stop Li Mingxu from attacking, but stood in front of the water pavilion and remained silent.

In the water pavilion, Zheng Huan said dissatisfiedly: "Is this intentional embarrassment to the younger generation?"

One person asked, "Does this Qingcheng Sect have any rift with Lord Tong? Or Lord Tong doesn't like the Qingcheng Sect?"

Yunqiao, who was sitting on the other side, shook his head and said, "I have never heard of any hatred between the Lord and the Qingcheng Sect. As for this young man, it is even more impossible!"

Not to mention the doubts of the big guys in the Water Pavilion.

Back at the scene, Du Wenxing did not change his expression when facing Li Mingxu's questioning, but laughed.

"The ancients said, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, you will never deceive me! Li Mingxu, I don't know why you target me, but if you have any tricks, just let me come over, I, Du Wenxing, will follow."

Du Wenxing's words made many people in the audience look surprised.

You can never wake up someone who pretends to be asleep?

Although this sentence is straightforward, it is philosophical.

But which ancient man said this???

The students in the scene looked at each other in a row, and many of them felt ashamed that they still read less.

The big guys in the Water Pavilion are different. These are all people who are knowledgeable. As soon as Du Wenxing finished speaking, Zheng Huan laughed, "This kid is really naughty in lieu of the words of the ancients!"

Yunqiao smiled and said, "A clever little devil, unfortunately, he gave up the imperial examination and went on the martial arts journey."

It may not be too late to correct it now!
Chapter completed!