Huh? There is a garden by the river in front. From a distance, there are crowds of people, and it seems that it is a banquet?

Su Cheng couldn't help swallowing, and it would be great if he could get some food in.

"Dare you dare to ask the young master's surname? Is there an invitation from the poetry meeting?"

As expected, I was stopped. Poetry Club? Invitation? Of course not!

Su Cheng shook his sleeves, his nostrils slanted towards the sky forty-five degrees, and said arrogantly, "I lost my invitation!"

This situation should be able to be suppressed, right? Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills. Su Cheng silently praised himself in his heart.

"Then please tell me the name, and the younger one can come in and report it and confirm it!"

Su Cheng snorted coldly: "I have given enough face to be able to come down with condescendingly. He dares to ask about my name? Humph, it's better not to go to this poem!"

With a swaying sleeve, Su Cheng turned around and left with a proud look on his face.

"Call me quickly! Call me quickly!" Su Cheng's steps were very slow, and the expectant voice never sounded.

The scenery was beautiful, the wind was light, but Su Cheng's stomach was very hungry. He sighed to the sky: "It's so hard for me!"

"Host, do you draw a card?"

Su Cheng was silent for a moment: "Why, draw one?"

"Okay, congratulations to the host for drawing secret Chen Cang!"

Su Cheng suddenly laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close: "Hurry! Use the Secret Chen Cang, I'm going to enter the garden!"

"Use dark Chen Cang!"

With a whoosh, Su Cheng appeared in the garden.

Now that's it? The system is still useful. Su Cheng was overjoyed. No one noticed Su Cheng suddenly appeared in the crowded gardens.

A clear stream flowed with gurgling water, the sound of cups, the sound of silk and bamboo, and the sound of poetry were endless, but Su Cheng's eyes were suddenly attracted by the food in the pavilion.

Her belly was like a drumbeat. Su Cheng had a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right hand, hehe hahaha.

"The young master is also here to attend the poetry meeting?"

Su Cheng turned his head and found that several young people were appearing behind him. He was looking at him with disgust and suspicion. He spoke with a delicate little girl.

Don't panic!

You must be calm at this time!

Su Cheng chewed the chicken leg hard and slowly spit out two words: "Of course!"

There was a sudden sound of discussion around.

"How could it be that I attended the poetry meeting?"

"That's right, how could this man write poetry? It looks like a starving ghost is reincarnated!"

"Who gave him an invitation?"

The little girl frowned slightly, her face full of embarrassing but polite smiles: "Oh? Is the young master writing this Wing Chun Poetry Festival?"

Wing Chun? Wing Chun may not, but Wing Chun’s poems, haha.

Su Cheng suddenly smiled, waved the chicken legs and roast duck in his hand, and he walked slowly: "Oh, write a poem? I don't feel the morning when I sleep in spring, and I hear birds crying everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall. Do you think?"

He can actually write poems? The people around him are always ready to laugh at him, but as he listens, it seems that the poem is quite decent.

The little girl's eyes lit up slightly when she heard the first sentence. After listening, she chanted in a low voice, looked up at Su Cheng, her eyes full of stunning expressions.

Just now, Su Cheng's appearance of gnawing on chicken legs was very vulgar in her eyes, but now, she feels so unruly.

The little girl said with a little bliss, "Young Master, I just didn't know Mount Tai just now, I hope you will forgive me!"

Su Cheng waved his chicken legs casually and said lightly: "It's okay!"

Everyone next to him was stunned. Miss Kong praised him when he saw him, but the man was unmoved at all?

Miss Kong is a famous talented woman in Chang'an. His grandfather Kong Yingda was a member of the Imperial College. Although his official position was not prominent, he was better than the nobles in the Qing Dynasty and was famous among the Shilin.

This person is so rude!

However, what shocked them was that Miss Kong didn't care at all. Instead, she held a pen and smiled at her and said, "If the young master does not abandon her, I will copy this poem for the young master. I think the young master's poem is likely to be the first!"

Go to the top?

This poem actually takes the lead? This poem is so good?

The people around were really shocked because they didn't think it was so good when they first heard this poem, and the words were not gorgeous at all.

But after Miss Kong praised it so much, they savored it carefully. The more they savored it, the more they felt that the poem was actually very charming.

"May I ask about the name of the young master?" Ms. Kong asked with a smile.

Su Cheng said lightly: "Su Cheng!"

"Young Master Su is such a good poet. I wonder if you have any other poems?" Miss Kong looked at Su Cheng calmly, her bright big eyes full of anticipation.

Yes, of course there are, but why should I tell you? Su Cheng shook his head lightly and said, "I am in a bad mood today, so it is not advisable to write poems again."

Miss Kong was a little disappointed when she heard this, but she still smiled and said, "Only this poem, the young master's reputation should be spread throughout Chang'an!"

After hearing this, I was slightly stunned. What's the name?

Can talent be eaten as a food?

Of course, it can be done. Not only can it be eaten as a meal, but it can also be like the great poet Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty...

Soon, Su Cheng's poem spread at the poetry meeting. This poem by Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" is a work that has been passed down through the ages. Su Cheng threw it out at the poetry meeting, like a bomb blew up in the garden.

Seven or eight old men walked into the pavilion with poems and asked, "Whose poem is the spring sleep without realizing the morning?"

Su Cheng chewed the chicken leg and said lightly: "I made it!"

Several old men looked at Su Cheng in surprise, as if they didn't believe that such a good poem was written by a man who was gnawing on chicken legs.

Miss Kong, who followed behind, confirmed: "Grandfather, it was indeed done by this Young Master Su!"

Kong Yingda looked up and down at the young man in front of him and asked in surprise: "It was you who did it?"

Su Cheng said lightly: "Of course, why not just a poem?"

Just a mere poem? Do you know how amazing this poem was just now? So people's eyes were filled with surprise when they looked at Su Cheng.

Could this poem be really written by this young man? Can this young man still write such a good poem?

Kong Yingda smiled and said, "This poem is a masterpiece that has been passed down from generation to generation! Why is it difficult? Could it be that the young master also has a poem about Wing Chun?"

Su Cheng said lightly: "Just just write poems, you just say it!"

Just writing a poem? Come on it casually?

What a big tone!

This young man is so crazy!

Young and frivolous, this is what old masters such as Kong Yingda said about Su Cheng. As for other young people, they all look forward to it, hoping that Su Cheng would not be able to write good poems to be slapped in the face.

Kong Yingda smiled and said, "This poem about Wing Chun just now makes people feel endless aftertaste. It is the best choice for today's poetry meeting. It's really amazing, but we are still a little bit unsatisfied. You might as well write another one!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Su will write one!" The other young people also started to cheer.
Chapter completed!