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Chapter 197 Who wrote this poem?

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    When Qin Lang put down his pen, Lao Cheng couldn't wait to grab the poem and read it carefully.

    "The plum blossoms and snow are not willing to fall in spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries; the plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms." Qin Qiong, who was next to Lao Cheng, read as he read, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, his face  His expression became more and more proud.

    "How are you, second brother? Is this poem good?" Lao Cheng turned the paper over and looked at it, but he couldn't tell whether the poem was good or not.

    "Good poem!" After hearing Qin Qiong reciting the poem, Li Er couldn't help but snatch the paper on which the poem was written from Lao Cheng's hand, and gave him a look of disdain: "You are a thick man and you can't understand.  Why are you joining in the fun!"

    Lao Cheng curled his lips but did not refute.

    "Good! What a poem!" The more Li Er tasted it, the better he felt. He couldn't help but pat his thigh. Seeing Lao Cheng looking at him with curiosity on his face, he couldn't help but explain to him: "This poem is about  The plum blossoms and snow compete for spring, and each one insists on his own side, even the poet is embarrassed."

    "Especially the last sentence, it describes Mei Xue's characteristics vividly!"

    "On the surface, this poem seems to tell us that plum blossoms are not as white as snow, but snow does not have the fragrance of plum blossoms. In fact, it is a metaphor for people, warning the world that God is fair and no one is perfect. Therefore, we must take the example of others.  If you are long, make up for your own shortcomings.¡±

    "What a good poem. I really came right today!" Li Er sighed, holding the paper and reluctant to put it down.

    "Your Majesty, since it is so good, I will hand it over to them and let them see it." As he said this, Lao Cheng wanted to snatch the paper with the poems written on it from Lieutenant Li Er, but Li Er dodged it.

    "What are you in a hurry for?" Li Er glared at Lao Cheng and said, "The scholars outside haven't finished writing yet. Let me read it for a while!"

    Qin Qiong had already laughed silently at the side, and the pride on his face was gone. He stroked his short beard and looked at Qin Lang happily and couldn't help but praise: "Good! My son is really talented, and he wrote such a good poem.  arts!"

    Glancing at Qin Qiong's unabashed pride, Li Er said sourly: "Shubao is really lucky to have recognized such a godson!"

    "That's right!" Qin Qiong lost her usual sophistication and patted Qin Lang's shoulder triumphantly: "When I first saw this child, I felt kind to him. It seems that it is indeed destined by God that the two of us are destined to be father and son.  !¡±

    Looking at Qin Qiong¡¯s grinning mouth, Li Er felt even worse.

    He just thought too much at the beginning and acted too late. Otherwise, what would happen to such a good boy and his uncle?  He had already made him his son!

    Seeing that the better Qin Lang was, the more he felt sour in his heart. He looked at Qin Qiong with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

    Old Cheng laughed heartily: "Since Your Majesty has agreed with the second brother, then this poem must be good! I just wonder if I can win the first prize today?"

    There is no jealousy in his heart. He and Qin Qiong have a life-long friendship, and they are no different from brothers!

    ¡°Alang had been regarded as his own son earlier, and now that he has become his second brother¡¯s godson, he feels even closer to him.

    "Your Majesty, I think it's better to hand it over first and let the rotten people take a look." Lao Cheng was still unwilling to give in and wanted to hand over the poem earlier so that the literati could comment on it.

    ¡°Although His Majesty¡¯s literary talent is good, after all, there is no way to compare with those great scholars. He can only feel at ease if he has to be judged by professionals.

    "Give it!" Li Er looked at Lao Cheng who kept grinding and circled close to him. He knew that if the old boy's wish was not fulfilled, he would definitely annoy him endlessly, so he could only be impatient.  He stuffed the poems into Lao Cheng's arms.

    "Thank you, Your Majesty." Lao Cheng didn't mind Li Er's impatient attitude. He didn't care so much as long as he could achieve his goal!

    The reason why I deceived Alang this time is to let this boy make me look good. When the poems are printed in books and sold, I can go out and brag about it.

    Satisfied, he took the poems and squeezed directly into the table of the great scholars. He slapped the paper in his hand on the table and said, "Look! This is poetry!"

    The scholars sitting around the round table were startled by Lao Cheng's actions. When they came back to their senses, they were furious: "Cheng Yaojin, I've already given you face by letting you come, so why do you dare to come here to cause trouble?"

    "It's just that you, a piece of shit, just sit aside and watch the excitement. What are you doing here? Is it possible that you even wrote poems?"

    "If it weren't for the sake of, I would definitely drive you out, this barbarian!"

    "What are you making a noise about? What are you making a noise about? Let's take a look at this song first.Say it again!  "Old Cheng glanced at these great scholars with disdain. The arrogance on his face made people want to punch them.

    "Just take a look! I want to see what kind of flowers you can write!" Yu Shinan angrily slapped Lao Cheng's hand away, took out the paper that was pressed under his palm, and glared at him before lowering his head.  Looking at him, his face full of anger suddenly became stunned.

    "What's wrong?" Kong Yingda saw that Yu Shinan's expression was wrong, so he asked and came to his side, and was stunned at the sight.

    "What's the matter with you two? Is it possible that this poem is not well written?" Ouyang Xun also came closer and couldn't help but take a breath after taking a look: "What a good calligraphy! I have never seen this font before, who is it?"  Written?"

    "This poem" Ouyang Xun is a master of calligraphy, and the first thing he noticed was this font.

    "Strong, powerful, powerful, rigorous in structure and precise in strokes, it is a style of its own. Moreover, he has never seen this font before, so he must have created it newly."

    Then when I saw the poem, it was even more amazing, and I couldn¡¯t help but be stunned!

    Seeing these great scholars who always said he was a reckless warrior in the past were shocked, Lao Cheng couldn't help but laugh.

    This smile woke up a few people who were immersed in poetry.

    "What are you laughing at!" Yu Shinan came to his senses first and glared at Lao Cheng with a puzzled look on his face: "You really are a reckless man! Where did you get this poem?"

    Although Cheng Yaojin brought this poem over, he never thought that Old Cheng could write such a poem!

    "Tell me first, is this poem good?" Old Cheng looked proud, he pulled the chair aside and sat down and asked.

    "Could it be that His Majesty did it?" Kong Yingda frowned and shook his head again.

    "It's not that he underestimates His Majesty. Although Your Majesty has some literary talent, he still can't write such a good poem!"

    What's more, according to His Majesty's love of showing off, if this poem was really written by him, he would definitely not let a rough man like Cheng Yaojin take it. He would hold a banquet in the palace and invite famous scholars to come and read the poem.

    "You guys should stop guessing, you can't guess it!" Lao Cheng laughed heartily, feeling extremely happy: "Tell me, what do you think of this poem? Can you win the first prize today?"

    "It's a good poem! A rare good poem!" Ouyang Xun first nodded in affirmation, and then shook his head: "As for whether he can win the first prize, we have to see how other people's poems are."

    "You rotten people are just like ink. Since this poem is good, just praise it as the leader. Mother-in-law and mother-in-law are so annoying!" After hearing this, Lao Cheng became unhappy. Since you all said that this poem was good, why did you still say so?  I wonder if I can win the first prize?

    "You are such a good guy, since this is a poetry meeting, you naturally pick the last point from all the poems as the leader. If we decide this directly, what will happen to this poem?" Yu Shinan looked at Lao Cheng with contempt and said angrily.  .

    "Stop talking nonsense and tell me quickly, who wrote this poem? Is this person in the Plum Garden now?" Kong Yingda grabbed Lao Cheng's arm and looked around the hall eagerly.

    Lao Cheng pointed far away in the direction of Qin Lang and the others. Everyone followed his hand and looked over. When they saw His Majesty's face at the first sight, they couldn't help but be startled.

    "Could it be true that His Majesty did it?" Kong Yingda muttered to himself with a confused look on his face.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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