Chapter 1327: Making Friends Through Literature 3
All the people in the Huxin Pavilion looked calm at this moment, and they all sat upright. It was obvious that they had thought of good poems in the past cup of tea, and they all had great confidence, even if they couldn't Winning the first prize can at least demonstrate your talent.
Only Ye Wuque remained unchanged, holding his chin with his left hand, eyes slightly closed, shaking the wine glass, and having a drink with Feng Caichen from time to time.
"The so-called lucky draw, Wuchen, why don't you start this literary showdown?"
Young Master Tianxiang smiled and said to Young Master Wuchen. The latter held the bamboo book, gently moved it to his left hand, and then smiled and said: "In that case, let me start."
After saying that, Young Master Wuchen stepped down from the throne, his moon-white military robe floating in the wind, looking indescribably chic and handsome.
Young Master Wuchen took three steps forward, and a melodious voice slowly sounded.
"The middle-grade fragrance reduces the gray hair..."
"**The incense-collecting room..."
"There are always mixed views in the water..."
"Spring blooms with lotuses in the lake..."
A seven-character quatrain fell from the mouth of Young Master Wuchen, setting off the lotus flowers all over the lake. They complemented each other so well that the entire pavilion in the middle of the lake suddenly became silent.
"What a lake full of lotus and lotus blooming in spring! It is indeed Wuchen. This last sentence is quite the finishing touch and should be highlighted!"
Young Master Tianxiang's tone was full of appreciation. She raised her wine glass with her slender hand and drank it all in one gulp!
The rest of the people are also constantly recalling this seven-character quatrain by Wuchen Young Master. Whether it is the artistic conception or the rhyme, it is extremely good, which makes many people sigh.
Only Young Master Qinlong still had a look of pride in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Bai Youhuang and Zhenlan were also silent in the poetry of Young Master Wuchen, with smiles on their faces.
However, Sikong Zhaitian and Ji Yanran had strange faces, especially Ji Yanran, who had a faint smile on her red lips and glanced at Ye Wuque from time to time, as if she was hesitant to speak.
Immediately afterwards, representatives of the geniuses from the ten empires also began to compose poems one after another. There were many outstanding ones, but none of them could compare with Young Master Wuchen. For a time, the atmosphere in the entire lake center pavilion was lively, and friends were making friends through writing. It was very lively.
Until a certain moment, it was Young Master Qinlong's turn to stand up from the throne.
"Capturing the Dragon, your literary talents are obvious to all. It seems that another masterpiece is about to be published this time."
Young Master Tianxiang's words seemed to ignite another flame, and everyone looked at Young Master Qinlong with expectant eyes.
"Haha, I can't take it seriously as a masterpiece, but compared to some country folk, it's enough."
Young Master Qinlong looked straight ahead at the spiritual lake, and when he spoke like this, he was clearly targeting Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque was indifferent, while Feng Caichen shook his head slightly and whispered: "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
Young Master Qinlong walked to Bai Youhuang, smiled at Bai Youhuang, and then said softly: "Youhuang, a poem about lotus leaves and lotus, please appreciate it."
"Ling Bo came out of the dust and the whole house was full of splendor, and the fragrance was soothing..."
"Attracting countless elegant scholars, many poems and poems linger around..."
"The cold fragrance blows the wind and flies into the poem, and the fragrance of the lotus leaves no one knows..."
“Tens of thousands of volumes of pen and ink have produced incense, but how many people have described holiness?”
The poem fell and everyone was dead silent!
Even Ye Wuque opened his eyes slightly at this moment, showing a hint of surprise, understanding that the talent of this young master of capturing the dragon is indeed outstanding!
Although this seven-character and eight-sentence poem seems simple, if you look closely, it has a unique artistic conception, especially the last sentence, which is the fire of the soul, demonstrating his profound skills!
"Okay! Okay! Okay! As expected of Capturing the Dragon, it looks like I'm going to be the loser in today's literary duel!"
After Young Master Wuchen tasted it carefully, he immediately smiled and said three good words in a row, which showed that he was sincerely convinced.
Bang bang bang!
Many disciples of the Splitting Heaven Dao around him couldn't help but applaud. Young Master Capturing the Dragon's poem was indeed extraordinary and attracted cheers from everyone.
Even Bai Youhuang was slightly startled at this moment, and the look he looked at Young Master Qinlong became a little different.
Young Master Tianxiang sighed quietly, and a touch of emotion appeared on his moving face. He didn't say anything, but raised his glass to Young Master Qinlong and drank it all in one gulp.
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Such an attitude shows that the young master Tianxiang is not at peace in his heart. This poem is indeed very well written.
Young Master Qinlong had a smile on his face at the moment, and the arrogance on his face became more and more intense. But when he glanced at Ye Wuque, he found that the latter looked completely indifferent. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and there was a cold light surging in them. Then he showed a sneer and said: "He is indeed a country man who does not understand the charm of literature and art. He came to this party in the middle of the lake just like a cow chewing peonies. He doesn't know what to say. It's ridiculous."
Young Master Qinlong sneered and walked to the throne to sit down. He then slapped his forehead and pretended to be surprised and said: "That's right. Maybe my parents didn't teach me since I was a child. Maybe my parents are just ignorant people! Hahahahaha …”
As soon as these words came out, Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly condensed, and immediately there was an endless and terrifying light flashing!
Parents have always been Ye Wuque’s support!
In an instant, Ye Wuque slowly put down his left hand, sat upright, and looked at Young Master Qinlong with his bright eyes. The latter also looked at him with a sneer. The atmosphere in the lake pavilion seemed to be tense again!
"Some people have really bad mouths! I am addicted to pretending. If a mad dog bites me, I will naturally not bite it, but now... I still like to kick this mad dog away!"
Ye Wuque stood up. When everyone saw his appearance, they immediately worried whether he would take action.
"Master Ye, today I will use literature to make friends..."
"Young Master Tianxiang, don't worry. Ye is not a person who doesn't understand the rules. Since we make friends through literature, Ye will simply show his shame."
Seeing that Ye Wuque actually wanted to compose poems and lyrics, everyone in the world was slightly stunned, especially the disciples of the Splitting Heaven Dao, who all sighed, thinking that Ye Wuque was still provoked by Young Master Capturing the Dragon.
"Hmph! How dare a guy like this dare to write poems and compose lyrics? We really have to wait and see, young master!"
Young Master Qinlong's eyes were cold, but his heart was full of pride. He wanted to inspire Ye Wuque to impulsively participate in the cultural duel, so that Ye Wuque could be embarrassed!
As for whether Ye Wuque could write good poems, Young Master Qinlong never thought about it, but even if Ye Wuque was really talented, Young Master Qinlong was not afraid at all.
Is it possible that Ye Wuque's literary attainments are higher than his?
This is simply impossible!
Young Master Tianxiang looked at Ye Wuque, as if he was also looking forward to what the young man in black robe would do. Was he a blockbuster, or was he motivated?
Subconsciously, Young Master Tianxiang prefers the latter.
At this moment, facing many questioning and sighing eyes, Ye Wuque slowly walked to the edge of Linghu Lake, looked at the lotus leaves and lotus flowers all over the lake, and said: "Poems, lyrics, and poems belong to my family. What I want to do today is a poem." , please appreciate it.”
Immediately, Ye Wuque paused and began to compose. His tone became long and inexplicable, echoing throughout the world!
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