Chapter 557 Quiet Night Thoughts

Brother Chenmo, then Qin will start looking for something to write about. Brother Chenmo, you have to work hard too! After a while, I have to read out my poem in front of everyone. "

Qin Changqing said something to Chen Mo and then walked away!

Only then did Chen Mo finally understand what Qin Changqing was thinking!

It turned out that I wanted to make him look embarrassed in front of these people! It would be really ridiculous to create poetry because he doesn't understand it, especially since all of them are famous literati, and he just wants to embarrass him.

Girls don't matter, there are indeed few girls here, but boys are different!

Since you have this plan, Chen Mo originally wanted to abstain directly, so let's have fun now.

Chen Mo's mouth curled up slightly.

Of course Tang Panpan didn't understand these little thoughts. She looked at Chen Mo and said, "Master Chen Mo, do you understand poetry?"

"What do you think?"

"You probably don't understand. After all, Mr. Chen Mo is already so powerful. He must have little research on poetry, otherwise he would be too evil." Tang Panpan shook his little head and said.

Chen Mo didn't say much.

"But I can't. Do you think Panpan is terrible?"

Tang Panpan bit her red lips and looked at Chen Mo.

"No. 5 on the worst list?"

"whee……"

Tang Panpan couldn't help but laugh after hearing Chen Mo's words, and he laughed from the bottom of his heart. Qin Changqing on the other side saw that Tang Panpan was talking and laughing with Chen Mo, and secretly clenched his fists! Everyone else is wandering here, looking for things to describe. Are they still talking and laughing?

"Master Sun, I'll see you soon!"

Qin Changqing said something to Sun Xiao, one of the four great talents.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, I'll take care of it!"

There were more than a hundred people in the entire stadium, and only the famous ones attracted more attention. This was the home court of Tianfeng City, and naturally there were more supporters of the four great talents.

"Mr. Yang, have you decided what to write?"

Several people gathered around Yang Qianfeng.

Yang Qianfeng smiled and said: "Don't say it, don't say it, you will know it in a while."

"These are all tables, chairs and benches. There is nothing to write about. The poems written are all poems without depth. I wonder if Mr. Yang can tell me something?"

Yang Qianfeng smiled and said: "The key lies in the heart. When looking at everything, you can't just look at the surface. Okay, I'm going to write a poem."

On the other side, Chen Mo picked up a pen and paper.

He definitely doesn't know how to write poetry, but since Qin Changqing wants to laugh at him, Chen Mo can't let him do it.

"Master Chen Mo, have you already thought about what you want to write?"

Tang Panpan looked at Chen Mo. There were two words written on the paper in her hand... tables and chairs!

That's right, she can't write. The name of the poem is called Tables and Chairs, which is really something... But I guess she has to give up. How can a girl who doesn't even like to wear skirts know how to play chess, calligraphy, painting and poetry?

"Write whatever you want."

Chen Mo said, and then he sat there and started writing. Tang Panpan curiously held his chin next to Chen Mo and looked at what Chen Mo had written.

Pfft——

Then she couldn't help but laugh.

Because the words... are so ugly.

Chen Mo was slightly embarrassed. No matter how good-looking your handwriting is, how can you still look good after not writing for several years? What's more, Chen Mo's writing is not very good.

It had only been a few minutes, and Chen Mo was the only one in the audience sitting there writing furiously. The others were walking and thinking, occasionally writing a few words, and then thinking for a long time.

"Oh? The young man wearing the mask looks like he has already thought about it, looking at how hard he is writing." Grandmaster Wang couldn't help but said something when he saw Chen Mo not far away.

"It's a bit unexpected here. It seems that the most talented of the four most talented people is City Lord Yang's beloved son who has written a lot."

"Haha..." City Lord Yang smiled and said, "My son doesn't like to practice. He just likes to write poems and lyrics, but he is far behind you, Mr. Huangfu. He still needs more training from Mr. Huangfu."

"Haha, talented people no matter who they are must be well cultivated. After all, this is what Her Majesty the Empress likes." Huangfu Gong smiled.

Liu Qingyan glanced at Chen Mo. She recognized the beautiful girl next to Chen Mo. If she was not mistaken, and Qin Changqing had been by her side just now, she should be the daughter of Lei Lingzong.

The daughter of Lei Lingzong has been following him? It doesn't seem ordinary.

Tang Panpan didn't understand poetry, but she felt that Chen Mo's writing seemed okay.

"Master Chenmo, what do you mean?"

Tang Panpan asked curiously when he saw Chen Mo put down his pen and ink.

"Write whatever you want."

Chen Mo said something.

After a while, Qin Changqing also finished writing and came over.

"Brother Chenmo, how's your writing going?"

"It's okay, I'm not very good at writing poetry."

"It's okay, Panpan, what about you?"

Qin Changqing couldn't help but laugh when he heard Chen Mo's words.

"Um... abstention, absolutely not." Tang Panpan said embarrassedly.

"Well, you don't like that aspect after all."

"Brother Changqing, have you finished writing too?"

"Write whatever you want." Qin Changqing smiled.

Tang Panpan: "..."

Are all men like this? Both of them wrote their answers casually...

Time passed slowly, and they basically returned to their seats. There must be something to come here. Even if the writing is tacky, half an hour is enough to write a poem.

"Okay, it seems that everyone has finished their poems. Now starting from the first one, Yang Qianfeng, you should read your poems in front of everyone."

Huangfu Gong smiled and said to Yang Qianfeng.

"yes!"

Yang Qianfeng stood up and said, "The poem written by the students is called "Lightlight Sigh"."

Then Yang Qianfeng read out his poem word for word.

"Okay, what a lamplight sigh, using the fire of the oil lamp to metaphorize life. This poem is good, what do you think?"

Duke Huangfu asked the other five people.

"Well... Poetry is about using things to describe people or things. In this aspect, this poem is qualified. However, both the subject matter and the content of the poem are still a little bit vulgar. Of course, it is very good! It deserves praise! "

Grandmaster Li nodded and said.

Several other people are also relatively good judges, and they wouldn't say it's too good, but they are definitely qualified.

"Thank you everyone!"

Yang Qianfeng then sat down with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This already indicates that he will advance to the next round. As long as they all advance, his poems will be read by Empress Shengyao!

"Next person!"

"Next person!"

"..."

Qin Changqing also demonstrated his own poetry, so naturally he was able to pass it! As for Tang Panpan, she abstained, but no one laughed at her. No one dared to do so. Moreover, she was a girl and everyone knew her character. She just came here to have fun.

"Next, this young man, come on!"

Duke Huangfu looked at Chen Mo, and Liu Qingyan's eyes were also on Chen Mo.

Chen Mo stood up.

"The poem is called "Thoughts on a Quiet Night."

There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown.