Chapter 405

Chapter 405 Talented? I have a collection of poems

Sunset at dusk.

Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng restrained their auras, as if they were ordinary young men and young ladies coming out for a tryst.

Walking on the street, I saw Ye Qingcheng staring at the candied haws for a moment.

Chen Mu walked up directly and bought a bunch for her.

"Here." Hand it out.

"Thank you, husband." Ye Qingcheng bit through the sugar coating and ate the hawthorn inside. Although her mouth was a little sour, her heart was extremely sweet.

after.

Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng boarded a gourmet boat again.

It is equivalent to a mobile inn floating on the lake.

After hearing that lotus lanterns would be put up, Chen Mu booked a high-rise seat by the window, which has an excellent view.

He sat down with Ye Qingcheng and ordered some pastries and drinks.

While listening to other people's chatter, I watched children chasing and playing around on the boat.

Have another bite of pastry and a glass of wine.

For Ye Qingcheng, this kind of life, although a little too peaceful, is still a kind of fun.

"On this festive occasion, how about we each compose a poem based on what we saw and heard?"

"Okay! Brother Lu, please go first!"

"Then I'll show my shame."

…

The conversation between several people caught Ye Qingcheng's attention. When he looked over, he saw a few self-proclaimed talents reciting poems and writing poems.

Regardless of the folding fan in their hands or the way they dress, I'm afraid people don't know that they are full of knowledge.

However, when the poem actually came out of his mouth, Ye Qingcheng shook his head and smiled, "It looks gorgeous, but in fact it has no nutrition."

There is no need to compare it with the poems written by Chen Mu, because there is no room for comparison.

The sound was not loud, but it was still heard by Lu Tao and others.

The anger was about to explode, but after seeing Ye Qingcheng's beautiful face, she swallowed it back.

He strode forward, cupped his hands and said, "Lu Tao has seen the girl."

Seeing that Ye Qingcheng was ignoring him, Lu Tao said to himself, "Miss Cai just said that the poems we wrote looked gorgeous, but were actually worthless. Is it possible that the girl also knows poetry and songs?"

"If you don't understand, is it inappropriate to comment and belittle our works like this?"

Facing Lu Tao's polite but questioning tone, Chen Mu put down his glass and said, "What's wrong? No matter how gorgeously the garbage is packaged, isn't it still garbage?"

"Arrogant! My brother Lu is the favorite to be the number one pick this year. Who are you, yet you dare to judge and insult him!" The friends on the side loudly rebuked him, eager to make contributions.

This voice immediately attracted countless people to watch.

"What happened?"

"It seems that some people dislike the poems written by the Four Talents as bad."

"Those are the Four Talents! Especially the great talent Lu Tao. It is rumored among the people that he may enter the realm of a saint in the future."

"That kid is ignorant and wants to show off in front of the beauty, but he doesn't have a few ounces of ink in his stomach and he chose the wrong opponent."

…

Hearing this, Ye Qingcheng regretted saying what he said.

It was obvious that he was the cause of the trouble, but everyone pointed the finger at Chen Mu.

‘It’s okay, don’t take it to heart. ’ Chen Mu saw through Ye Qingcheng’s thoughts and said through a message.

Just when Ye Qingcheng was about to say something, he heard Lu Tao speak again, "Since brother thinks my poems are rubbish, do you dare to compare your poems with mine?"

"Brother Lu, to deal with such a person, there is no need for you, the future great saint, to take action. I, Zhao Wen, one of the Four Talents, will come to meet you!" Close the folding fan, like a sword, pointing straight at it. Chen Mu.

"Okay, how do you compare?" Anyway, idle time is idle. Since these people have their faces in front of him, Chen Mu has no reason not to fight.

Speaking of which, he hasn't copied poetry for a long time.

It is just in time for these people in the upper world to see the wonderful works of those poets and poets in previous lives.

Feel what it means to be a crushing talent!

"It's simple. How about we compose a song based on this beauty?" Zhao Wen also wanted to take the opportunity to see if he could win a smile from the beauty Ye Qingcheng.

What if she is attracted by his talent and secretly promises her?

"Okay, you first, or me first?" Chen Mu asked again.

"You go first. Don't say that I bully you. I'm afraid that after hearing my masterpiece, you won't have the confidence to take out the real garbage and pollute everyone's ears." Zhao Wen shook his head and said.

As soon as this statement came out, countless people laughed.

But the next second, I suddenly felt a shiver, as if someone was holding a sword and pressing it to my throat.

That was the killing intent released by Ye Qingcheng!

"Okay." Chen Mu agreed.

Quickly search for poems about beauty in your mind, and the rewards for previous sign-ins [Poetry Encyclopedia] will be automatically searched.

Finally, the word Shixian came into view.

Chen Mu spoke slowly, "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai."

"..." Zhao Wen.

"..." Lu Tao.

"..." Everyone.

I couldn't laugh for a moment.

"What a cloud that looks like the clothes and the flowers that look like the face, and the spring breeze blows through the window and the dew is thick! Wonderful! Wonderful!" Lu Tao couldn't help but marvel.

"You couldn't have copied this poem from somewhere, right? How could such a superb poem come from the mouth of a vulgar person like you!" Zhao Wen said angrily.

As soon as Chen Mu's four lines of poetry came out, Zhao Wen had no confidence to continue writing poetry. His mind was messy, blank, and without any ink.

No matter how satisfying the poems he came up with, they immediately seemed worthless when compared with Chen Mu's poems.

So much so that Zhao Wen doubted whether he was qualified to be called a talent.

"You can find evidence instead of making it up out of thin air." Chen Mu said calmly.

"You!" Zhao Wen really had no evidence and was choked to the point of being speechless. He kept talking for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a reason.

After all, if there were such poems, I wouldn't have heard of them now, and they would definitely be passed down through the ages!

"Let me compete with you! How about the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Seeing that the three talents lost their confidence and quietly retreated behind the crowd, the second-ranked talent, Zhang Heng, stood up and said.

Facing his aggressive attitude, he wanted to defeat himself in terms of momentum first.

Chen Mu recited directly, "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I dance with my shadow, how can it be like being in the human world..."

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has been difficult to achieve since ancient times. I wish you a long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart."

"This?!"

Seeing that Chen Mu didn't need to think at all, he composed another eternal masterpiece.

Zhang Heng was a little unsteady and stepped back.

Then, he stumbled and fell heavily on his butt.

Almost broke his butt into four pieces.

"Good poem! Good poem! It actually made the three talented people speechless!"

"Is there such a peerless talent in our Divine Court?"

"Under the whole world, among his peers, I am afraid that only Lu Caizi can beat him."

"I think it is likely to be a draw. The talents of the two are equally matched."