Chapter 557: Quiet Night Thoughts

"Brother Chen Mo, then Qin will look for something to write first, Brother Chen Mo, you have to work hard too! I will be reading my poems in front of everyone in a while. The update of Biqucai is the fastest"

Qin Changqing said something to Chen Mo and walked away!

At this time, Chen Mo finally understood what Qin Changqing was thinking!

It turned out that he wanted to embarrass him in front of these people! Because it would be ridiculous to create poetry without knowing it, especially if everyone is a famous literati, he just wanted to embarrass him.

It doesn't matter to girls, and there are indeed not many girls here, but boys are different!

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

The corner of Chen Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

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

"What do you think?"

"I probably don't understand. After all, Mr. Chenmo is already so powerful. There must be little research on poetry, otherwise he would be too monstrous." Tang Panpan shook his head and said.

Chen Mo didn't say much.

"But I won't. Do you think Panpan is bad?"

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

"No. 5 on the bad list?"

"whee……"

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Tang Panpan couldn't help laughing, from the bottom of his heart, while Qin Changqing on the other side saw Tang Panpan talking and laughing with Chen Mo, secretly clenched his fists! Everyone else is wandering here, looking for things to describe, are they talking and laughing?

"Sun Shao, I'll see you in a while!"

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

"Young Master Qin, don't worry, leave it to me!"

There were more than one hundred people in the entire arena, that is to say, the famous ones received more attention. This was Tianfeng City's home stadium, and naturally there were more supporters of the four great talents.

"Young Master Yang,

Don't know what you want to write yet? "

Several people surrounded Yang Qianfeng.

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

"These are all tables, chairs and benches. How can there be anything 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. You can't just look at the surface when looking at everything. Well, I have to write poetry."

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

He definitely doesn't know how to compose poetry, but since Qin Changqing wanted to see him laugh, Chen Mo couldn't possibly let him do so.

"Master Chenmo, have you already thought about what to write?"

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

That's right, she doesn't know how to write, the name of the poem is called tables and chairs, it's really something... But I think she's about to abstain, how can a girl who doesn't even like to wear skirts know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and poetry?

"Write whatever you want."

Chen Mo said, and then he sat there and began to write. Tang Panpan held his chin beside Chen Mo curiously and looked at the words written by Chen Mo.

pooh-

Then she couldn't help laughing.

Because the word... so ugly.

Chen Mo was a little embarrassed. No matter how good-looking you are, how can you be good-looking if you haven't written for a few years? What's more, Chen Mo's handwriting is not very good-looking.

It's only been a few minutes. Chen Mo is the only one in the audience who is sitting there writing a pen. The others are walking and thinking, occasionally writing a few words, and then thinking for a long time.

"Oh? The boy wearing a mask seems to have already thought about it." Seeing Chen Mo not far away, Wang Zongshi couldn't help saying.

"It's a bit unexpected here. It seems that the most talented of the four great talents, the love son of City Lord Yang, seems to have written a lot."

"Hehe..." City Lord Yang smiled and said, "My son doesn't like to practice, that is, he likes to compose poems and lyrics, but he is far behind you, Mr. Huangfu. He still needs a lot of training from Mr. Huangfu."

"Hehe, no matter who you are, you should cultivate talented people well. After all, this is what Her Majesty the Empress likes." Huangfu smiled.

That Liu Qingyan glanced at Chen Mo, she recognized the very 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.

Lei Lingzong's daughter has been following him? It seems unusual.

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

"Young Master Chenmo, what does this mean?"

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

"Write whatever you want."

Chen Mo said something.

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

"Brother Chen Mo, how is the writing going?"

"It's okay, I don't know how to write poetry very much."

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

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Qin Changqing couldn't help laughing.

"Well... abstain, absolutely not." Tang Panpan said shyly.

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

"Brother Changqing, have you finished writing?"

"Write whatever you want." Qin Changqing said with a smile.

Tang Panpan: "..."

Are all men like this? Both of them answered casually...

Time passed slowly, and they basically all 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 writing. Now, from the first Yang Qianfeng, you should read out your poems in public first."

Mr. Huangfu smiled and said to Yang Qianfeng.

"Yes!"

Yang Qianfeng stood up, and then said: "The poem written by the student is called "Sigh of Lights"."

Then Yang Qianfeng read out his poem word by word.

"Okay, what a sigh of light, using the fire of oil lamps as a metaphor for life, this poem is good, what do you think?"

Duke Huangfu asked the other five people.

"Hmm... Poetry is to use things to describe people or things. In this respect, this poem is qualified, but regardless of the subject matter or the content of the poem, it still falls a little bit into the vulgar. Of course, it is already very good! It is worthy of praise! "

Master Li nodded and said.

The others are also relatively good judges, and they won'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 has advanced to the next round. As long as all of them advance, his poems will be read by Empress Sheng Yao!

"Next person!"

"Next person!"

"..."

Qin Changqing has also demonstrated his poems, so naturally he can pass it! As for Tang Panpan, she abstained, but no one laughed at her, no one dared to, and she was a girl, everyone knew her personality, she just came here for fun.

"The next one, this boy, come on!"

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

Chen Mo stood up.

"The title of the poem is "Quiet Night Thoughts"."

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown.