Updated: 2012-08-24

Chu Huan never thought that he would write poetry in public one day, nor did he think that poetry would save people. He did not write immediately, but quickly turned his mind.

He remembered clearly that when the Three Kingdoms fought for the world, there was a mistake with the history he knew. Finally, the Eastern Wu unified the world and established the Wu Kingdom. After hundreds of years, it was replaced by the Dahua Kingdom. At the end of Dahua, the princes were divided and the world was in conflict, and they fell into a chaotic world. In the battle for hegemony in the Central Plains, Yingyuan, the king of Qin, relied on his powerful cavalry corps to fight east and west, destroyed the eighteen countries, and finally established the Daqin Empire.

The history after the Three Kingdoms has completely changed.

In other words, after the Three Kingdoms, many dynasties that have begun in the Jin Dynasty no longer existed, and Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan lyrics, and Yuan lyrics did not appear in this era.

Even though he did not study poetry carefully in his previous life, those familiar literati are still vivid in his mind, and those popular poems and songs are still fresh in memory.

It’s not that he can’t write it out now, but that he has too many poems and songs in his mind. His mind is like a library of poems and lyrics, and he is just thinking about and choosing now.

When Luo Ding saw Chu Huan come out, his eyes were even more resentful, but when he saw Chu Huan, he didn't start writing immediately. He thought Chu Huan was also not good at writing, and he was immediately filled with joy, and the sarcasm on his face became stronger.

The literati and talented scholars came forward and thought about it below. They could start writing quickly when they went up. It was rare for them to think like Chu Huan but not start writing. The literati whispered immediately, and many people had already shown disdain. In their eyes, Yingren and Chu Huan should be rich young masters. They didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was so thick that they could not write anything for a long time. That was to be a self-inflicted humiliation.

Mr. Lan gently stroked his beard and seemed calm and composed. He looked at Chu Huan slightly. Chu Huan's skin was slightly dark and his bones were clear. He looked heroic. He didn't look like a literati who was well-read, nor was he a playboy and rich family dressed like him, but he looked like an iron-blooded man who came out of the iron blood clang.

When it comes to tension, Yingren is nervous, but the other person is even more nervous.

Mo Lingshuang on the flower selection platform had a pair of watery eyes and looked straight at Chu Huan, her heart was already in her throat.

Chu Huan was able to stand up at this time, which made her feel unspeakable. But just as everyone saw it, Chu Huan really didn't look like a person who recited poetry and essays.

There were so many talented scholars who had read poetry and books before, but there were only a handful of people who could get the flowers. Ling Shuang really couldn't believe that Chu Huan could make poems that shocked everyone.

The courtyard was silent, and Luo Ding almost wanted to sarcastically, but he tried his best to restrain himself, but he was already laughing in his heart.

At this moment, when Chu Huan finally saw Chu Huan's wolf hair fall, everyone saw Chu Huan's writing in a hurry, which was completely different from the silent state just now. His right hand was stroking his brushes, which were quite imposing.

Yingren had already come forward, frowned at first, but soon showed a look of surprise.

But when he saw Chu Huan writing quickly, it seemed like an inspiration exploded. In a moment, he had already written several sheets of paper. Yingren was not idle. After Chu Huan finished writing one sheet, he took away one sheet. Yingren immediately stepped forward and picked it up and spread it to the side.

His dignified prince, and at this time, he not only did not feel unwilling to accept it, but was full of energy.

He didn't know if these poems could pass, but it was already very happy that Chu Huan could write them. He just hoped that the more Chu Huan wrote, the better. In this way, the wider the choices would be, and there would always be a few poems that could pass.

Chu Huan buried his head in writing, and he just felt that the poems in his mind came one after another.

Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Xin Qiji, Li Shangyin, Liu Yong, Liu Yuxi, Wang Wei, Li Yu, Su Shi, Tang Bohu..., these ten times seemed to be transformed into Chu Huan at this time.

At this moment, Chu Huan was not alone. He was possessed by countless poems from the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties. He integrated the inspiration of these first-class literati, indulged in writing and writing like flying.

"There is no colorful wings on the body and the flying wings are flying. There is a little bit of harmony in your heart!"

"If the love between the two people is long, how can they stay together day and night!"

"I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. When I looked back, the man was there, in the dim light!"

"This love can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time!"

"I will never regret it when my clothes get looser and I will become haggard for her!"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground!"

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and it is said that there is no sunshine but there is sunshine!"

"Once the vast sea of ​​water is hard to make water, but Wushan is not clouds!"

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty!"

The good sentences in Chu Huan's mind are like waves. Whenever he finishes writing one, several more poems will come out of his mind. After these words are finished, not only will the poems and songs in his mind not be exhausted, but they will become more and more.

These poems, songs and verses are all good poems that have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years in later generations, and many of them are popular. Before traveling through time, many poems were even able to read by children a few years old.

In that era, the stars were shining, and the essence of Chinese characters reached its peak at that time. Countless literati used their wisdom and talents to leave many essences of writing for mankind.

At this moment, those poems, songs and essays that might be buried were pulled onto the cultural stage of time and space by Chu Huan.

Chu Huan himself didn’t know how many poems he wrote. He actually understood in his heart that the two cultural concepts of time and space were different. He didn’t know whether he could pass each of his famous quotes from later generations.

So just like Yingren, he also felt that it would be okay to write a few more poems. If the east is not bright, the west is bright, and he would write enough poems by himself. After all, they are all good nouns and sentences that have been passed down for a long time, and there are always those who are appreciated by these three gentlemen.

In fact, he didn't care about whether he was in response to the situation or not. As long as it was thought of in his mind, he immediately wrote it on paper, including lyricism, inspiration, description, sad songs, and joyful songs. He even remembered that several poems in "Dream of Red Mansions" were written together, as well as the erotic lyrics in "Jin Ping Mei", which he unknowingly wrote.

He didn't know how long it took to write it, until his fingers were a little sore, he stopped, looked at Yingren, and asked, "How many poems have you been?"

Yingren was holding a piece of paper in his hand, his mouth wide, and his face was horrified. He was staring at Chu Huan, but he couldn't speak for a moment. Chu Huan was stunned and went to see Mr. Lan. He saw that the three gentlemen had already taken the poems and took a sneak peek at him. At this moment, the three old men seemed to have seen something incredible. The three old men who were originally very well-educated were staring at Chu Huan, stunned.

The whole courtyard was so quiet that it was afraid of people.

At the beginning, those literati and talented people were disdainful of Chu Huan and thought that Chu Huan was embarrassing. Some people felt that even if Chu Huan could write poems, it would be just one or two poems, and would definitely not pass.

But Chu Huan wrote quickly for half an hour, writing like the wind and mad, and everyone saw it. No matter how many poems Chu Huan wrote, it was already shocking to be able to write poems continuously.

Mr. Lan finally came to his senses, looked at Chu Huan in surprise, and said, "You have written forty-two poems..."

"Forty-two poems?" Chu Huan thought for a while and said, "Then let's get three more!" He picked up the brush and wrote three more poems, then put down his wolf's hair, and said, "Forty-five poems!" He thought to himself: "There should be thirteen poems for forty-five poems, so he can pass the level!"

Mr. Lan was already excited and asked, "Can this young man write it?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the seat was shocked.

It should be noted that Mr. Lan is a gentleman from Caotang Academy. Although he is not the dean, his status and prestige are already extraordinary. Although he is not an official, his influence is much stronger than that of some officials.

Mr. Lan is respectful. When others see him, they will be the first to salute him and call him "Mr.". Many talented scholars can even become Mr. Lan's disciples as their goal.

At this moment, Mr. Lan, who was in the eyes of literati, took the initiative to bow to Chu Huan and even called him "Little Brother". Moreover, looking at Mr. Lan's expression, it is no longer as simple as appreciating. How could such a scene not shock people?

Chu Huan said: "This...it should be possible to write a few more poems!"

Mr. Lan said excitedly: "Since you can still write, you might as well continue!"

Chu Huan waved his hand and said, "Forget it. I'd rather have nothing than be too bad. I have written forty-five poems. I... no, I feel it's almost done." Shi Li said, "This is something that Mr. Xu occasionally has inspiration on weekdays. Regardless of time and place, I'll write it in my heart. I've written it out. It may not be appropriate for the time and time. Please ask the three gentlemen to correct and comment!"

Mr. Lan looked around and asked, "What do you think, both gentlemen?"

Mr. Lou has already said: "I have read thirteen poems. In my opinion, these thirteen poems can pass the test as much as possible!"

Mr. Zhao smiled, looking at Chu Huan with admiration in his eyes: "I have read nine songs, eight of which can pass, and the remaining one will be discussed with the two of you!"

Mr. Lan laughed and said, "I have read sixteen poems, and there are fourteen poems that can get the literary flowers!"

Suddenly screaming around, Luo Ding was furious and almost fainted at this time. When Mo Lingshuang on the flower platform heard the words of the three masters, an unprecedented sense of excitement surged throughout his body, and even rolled down crystal tears.

Chu Huan was relieved to hear Mr. Lan say this. It seems that there is not much deviation in the appreciation of poetry in this era. At least Mr. Lan's words have prevented Mo Lingshuang from falling into Luo Ding's hands.

Mr. Lan said again: "I don't know what to call this young brother?"

Chu Huan pointed to Yingren and said, "These are all poems by Mr. Xu. I am just writing on my behalf and I dare not take credit for it!"

Mr. Lan smiled faintly, looked at Yingren, and stroked his beard and said, "No matter how many poems you can get in the end, today's achievements are not dared to say, but they are unprecedented!"

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