"There is a blur on the river, and there are black holes on the well. The yellow dog is white on the body, and the white dog is swollen on the body."

Chen Ruoshi recited the poem silently several times, his eyes showing strange color.

Chen Ping also looked at Liu Zheng in disbelief.

The whole audience was stunned for a moment.

This poem is wonderful! The whole poem is about snow, but there is not a single word for snow. However, the various forms of "snow" are vivid, especially the last word "swelling", which is quite expressive and can be called the finishing touch.

It is simple in nature and unique in style. Although it sounds simple, it has reached the state of returning to nature.

Seeing these people stunned, Liu Zheng felt quite proud.

This is the originator of limericks in previous lives!

The best limerick in the world is this one. Although it is a limerick, its attainment is very profound and is not any weaker than those poems just now. However, there is no such thing in this world, so Liu Zheng used "borrowingism" to fool this group of people.

, more than enough.

"good!"

“What a poem!”

Many people who know the product have praised it.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is Mr. Liu Xiang here?"

Liu Dahao, who had been startled by his son's sudden power, heard the prefect calling him, and stood up sweating profusely: "Sir, the little one is here!"

Chen Ping chuckled: "Haha, you and I have been friends for many years, why should we be restrained? Your son is so courageous. If I drive him away, wouldn't it mean that I, a dignified prefect, am too petty?"

"Go ahead!"

Liu Dahao had all kinds of insults in his heart. He was a friend of many years and cheated me out of millions of dollars? Naturally, he never dared to say these words.

"What do Ruoshi think?"

Chen Ping looked at Chen Ruoshi.

Chen Ruoshi's eyes were like a knife, and she cut Liu Zheng, and sat down with a slight groan, no longer embarrassed. She didn't believe that this playboy and prodigal could survive the next round!

"Okay, the hundred names are enough, let's go to the second round!"

After Liu Zheng, several more people were shortlisted. The top 100 people were very excited and seemed to have a bright future.

In this second round, the question was given by Wang Xueshei from the Taishou Mansion. Wang Xueshie was a white-haired old man, stroking his beard and laughing: "It is said that water is the bone of wine, and wine is the soul of poetry. Today we are all gathered together.

Let’s use ‘wine’ as the theme and let’s do our best!”

liquor?

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

Sure enough, when she heard the topic "wine", Chen Ruoshi's sharp eyes glared at Liu Zheng again. It seemed that the woman who made a fool of herself after drinking yesterday would always be resented by this woman.

This time, it was the young prince Xie Kangcheng who stood up first and smiled proudly: "Let me take the lead this time!"

"In the rain, the fire is forbidden and the room is cold. The orioles on the river sit alone and listen.

I drink wine and look at the flowers and think of my brothers, Du Linghan eats green grass."

This young prince has great literary talent, and his poetry always goes in a lonely direction. I don't know if he is deliberately trying to please Chen Ruoshi, but he did successfully attract Chen Ruoshi's attention several times.

Then Bai Chufeng also stood up.

"The fragrant dew is good for Gao Zhai, and the overflowing wine is good for traveling.

It’s not like the spring breeze showing off its beauty, or the jade hairpin falling in front of the mirror.”

The artistic conception of this poem is not ordinary, and it is actually much better than that of the young prince.

The next few dozen people were not as good as the first two. Then, everyone looked at Liu Zheng, and his eyes were self-evident. They all felt that Liu Zheng was just a blind cat who met a dead mouse, or he was just a poem bought with money.

, who can believe that a playboy and prodigal son suddenly improves his literary talent?

liquor?

Liu Zheng smiled slightly and stood with his hands behind his back.

Drinking wine and writing poetry, that’s it?

He suddenly began to feel grateful to his junior high school teacher... He was the one who forced himself to memorize 300 Tang poems and 500 Song poems with a ruler.

Now it seems that it is all capital!

He picked up a glass of wine, drank it, let out a sigh, and chanted loudly:

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.

Dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world?

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, the light will make you sleepless.

There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye?"

"..."

The whole place was silent.

The look in each pair of eyes is indescribable.

This is...a word?

There was a snap.

The chopsticks in Chen Ruoshi's hand couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.

I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."

"good!"

"this......"

"Good words!"

Needless to say, this poem has a beautiful artistic conception and is flawless.

Everyone was fascinated by it.

Thousands of people at the scene raised their glasses and drank loudly at the same time. The atmosphere of the poetry meeting was brought to a peak by Liu Zheng's "Water Melody Song". Chen Ping also looked surprised, but he did not forget to raise the glass in his hand.

liquor.

"I wanted to write a hundred poems, so I went to sleep in a restaurant in Jinling City. The emperor called me and couldn't get on the boat, so I claimed that I was a wine immortal!"

Liu Zheng's ideas are still not over, and he is gradually getting better.

Suddenly he felt that everything before him was very interesting.

If you want to play, then play big.

Yesterday poetry was about pissing, today poetry is about showing off.

From the perspective of madness, wouldn’t it also be similar but similar in approach and approach?

When Li Taibai was drunk and the emperor called him, he couldn't get on the ship. Wouldn't that be more rebellious and crazy than peeing in public?

Suddenly, he started to like "Liu Zheng" whom he had occupied. People in the world don't understand you, I understand!

Another one?

And it’s a good poem!

Many people took a breath.

Everyone cheered when they heard that the wine was getting better.

“Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Temple.

The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms to sell for wine money.

When you are sober, you just sit in front of flowers; when you are drunk, you sleep under flowers.

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year!"

Liu Zheng couldn't stop at all. Although the turbid wine in his hand tasted much worse than the white wine of later generations, he didn't care. He thought of a nine-nine-six social animal in his previous life, but that was his own life after all...

...Now, there is no going back. Only by getting drunk can he bid farewell to the past and start his new life.

Others, hearing these amazing poems that they had never heard before, would naturally no longer doubt the literary talent of Liu Zheng, a prodigal son. But they were thinking, could it be that this kid was hiding his clumsiness in the past?

What was even more shocking was actually Chen Ruoshi.

Why is this disciple so talented? Everyone knows that Chen Ruoshi is the most talented woman in Liangzhou and is most obsessed with poetry and poetry.

Then why are the behaviors after yesterday's drunkenness and today's drunkenness so different?

Could it be that you just want to take advantage of yourself?

Thinking of this section, she couldn't help but spat, and a blush flashed across her face that had always remained calm.
To be continued...