Cheng Chu hummed silently, raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly, "Forget it, I'm not as knowledgeable as you Wei Shuyu. Listen carefully, my son's frontier poem is called "March in the Army."
"March in the Army"
? Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
?The yellow sand wears the golden armor in a hundred battles, and it will never return until it breaks Loulan.
A piece of "March from the Army" was uttered from Cheng Chumo's mouth. When his poems were finished reading, in an instant, the whole lobby seemed to be thundered again, and the pot was blown up.
All the scholars had brilliance in their eyes, and they competed to discuss, discussing Cheng Chumo's "March in the Army". It is really this song "March in the Army", which is majestic, unparalleled in momentum, and has fearless perseverance and fighting spirit.
Anyone can read this.
This poem is also catchy.
Wei Shuyu's family has a long history and was born in a famous family, so he has the ability to distinguish good and bad poems. When Wei Shuyu finished listening to Cheng Chumo's poem, his cheeks twitched, he gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and took two steps back to stabilize his figure.
How can it be?
How could Cheng Chumo compose poems.
Even so, there was still a look of horror on his face. Because Cheng Chumo surprised him this time.
This song "Join the Army" beat him completely!
Compared with this poem by Cheng Chumo, his "Return from the Frontier" is just like a childish one.
Without the slightest momentum.
There is no chance of winning.
If there were no other scholars watching, maybe Wei Shuyu would have to fight again. The problem is, in front of Miss Qianxue, in front of countless scholars in Yuxianglou, Wei Shuyu couldn't afford to lose face, and couldn't argue anymore.
Without waiting for Cheng Chumo to speak, Wei Shuyu took the initiative to say: "I lost the first round!"
Qianxue also rolled her eyes, raised her head, and looked at where Cheng Chumo was. It's just that when Qianxue saw Cheng Chumo, there was a trace of surprise in the depths of her eyes.
She knew Cheng Chumo.
This is the eldest son of Su Guogong Cheng Yaojin.
Not a person who plays with words.
However, the poem Cheng Chumo recited was majestic and full of heroism. Even Qianxue secretly praised it in her heart, thinking that this poem was enough!
Although Qianxue also doubted in his heart whether the poem Cheng Chumo took out was written by himself, but Qianxue didn't get to the bottom of it, just smiled and looked at the others, and asked: "Mr. Cheng's "March in the Army" , do you have any poems to offer?"
People around are still talking about it.
But no one took the initiative to contribute poems anymore, because they were all shocked by Cheng Chumo's poem.
In the elegant room where Li Shimin was, Li Shimin also heard Cheng Chumo's "March in the Army". He was shocked, looked at Changsun Wuji and the others, and said, "What do you think of Cheng Chumo's poem?"
Changsun Wuji nodded and said, "Poems are naturally good poems, and they can even be called ancient quatrains. The problem is, we all watched Cheng Chumo grow up. In terms of literary attainments, they are all nonsense people. My eldest grandson Wuji would never believe that he could write such heroic and magnificent poems."
Fang Xuanling said: "Perhaps, he copied it from somewhere."
Du Ruhui said: "The few of us here, whether it is His Highness or us, are familiar with the classics. It is impossible for us not to know such a heroic and magnificent song "March in the Army". I am afraid that the so-called excerpts are not Likely."
Li Shimin thought for a while, then said: "What Keming said is very true, and this king also thinks that the excerpts may not be very likely. But this song "March in the Army" is really perfect. No return. This sentence alone is enough to pass on forever."
"Come on!"
Li Shimin gave an order.
Immediately, a servant entered, bowed and stood in the room, waiting for Li Shimin's order.
Li Shimin's eyes were sharp, and he ordered: "Arrange people to watch around Cheng Chumo, carefully observe the situation, and see if the poems are made by Cheng Chumo."
"yes!"
The attendant got the order, turned around and went to make arrangements.
Not long after the attendants left, Li Shimin and others continued to appreciate the discussion downstairs. Cheng Chumo's poem has already set off a wave of discussion. Although no one has contributed any more lines, everyone is thinking about it.
Many people who don't know Cheng Chumo have great respect for Cheng Chumo, and have already been convinced by Cheng Chumo's talent and learning. Only understand Cheng Chueasy.
It is relatively easy to write a poem, but it is even more difficult to write a parallel essay in a short period of time and express your ambition through parallel essays.
Qianxue glanced around.
What she wants to choose is the most outstanding person, because the person she wants to entrust is by no means mediocre. Therefore, she tested her talent and learning through the first poem, and tested her ambition through the parallel prose in the second level.
Qianxue looked towards the second floor, but Cheng Chumo had already sat down. At this time, Cheng Chumo looked at Du Qi, leaned forward, with a hurried expression on his face, and said impatiently: "Erlang, parallel prose is not simple, it's the format of official documents. Do you know it?"
Du Qidao: "Is there anything I don't know?"
Cheng Chumo couldn't help but rubbed his hands together, looking excited, he said, "This time, brother, I'm up to you. Hey, Wei Shuyu must be thinking hard now. Hurry up, fight for us to become a blockbuster, and let him Press down."
Du Qi thought quickly in his mind, and soon, he already had the answer in his heart. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com