My system is 3000 years ahead of schedule

Chapter 38 Yes, I wrote it!

"Why is there another one?"

"Do you write poems of this level in batches? Why do you feel that writing poems is easier than breathing?"

"Is it fake? Is it fake? Am I dreaming??"

"Hiss, hiss... I'm gasping like crazy! It's almost turning into a hairdryer!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and chaos gradually arose.

Everyone looked at the elegant seat on the top floor, where the noble prince, who was aloof, had a calm expression, and was dressed in rich clothes, like an immortal coming to earth. At this time, there was no trace of doubt or disbelief in their eyes.

You have come up with two poems in a row that are so shocking and can be called peerless poems. What more proof is needed?
Even if you want to buy poetry of this level, there is no place to buy it!

Who will sell it?

Who dares to sell!

Some subtle changes quietly occurred in everyone's mentality.

The chaotic sounds gradually subsided and became quiet again.

In the silence, someone suddenly spoke.

"Is it gone?? The prince has already produced two poems of this level, so it should be gone, right?"

The man's voice was not loud, but in the extremely silent Jade Pavilion at this time, it seemed so clear.

"It should be gone..." someone said uncertainly.

There were only a few words of discussion.

"Is it enough? Not enough. My boss has written a lot."

After hearing this, Qiao Songshan didn't say much, he just spoke calmly.

"There are people coming and going under the moon, thousands of gates and four-horse carriages."

"Today is the day of Chongwei, but there are no tears in my eyes."

Everyone was stunned and stunned.

real or fake?

Even there?

Without waiting for their reaction, Qiao Songshan read again:

"The west wind blows on the guest's coat, and the bright moon shines on the guest's coat."

"Infinitely close to the mountains, drift away from the boat."

Everyone's mouths were slightly open, their eyes were wide-eyed, and they were stagnant in place like wooden figures.

Before they could digest the last exquisite poem, another poem was thrown at them.

Smashing them all until they were dizzy.

While reading, Qiao Songshan rubbed his chin and murmured to himself:

"You didn't even say anything. Hey, aren't you satisfied? You guys are quite demanding..."

"The moon rises on the east mountain, and the clouds open and the sky clears."

"The road home is dark in the cold night, and the sails of old travelers in spring are light."

"Well, it doesn't seem to work. The poems written by the boss are too profound and I can't understand them..."

"The silver man is crossing the autumn water, and the golden wave is soaking in the blue sky."

"Wherever the moon goes, the fairy is in the clouds."

"This should be almost done."

While Qiao Songshan murmured to himself, he threw out a few more poems that amazed them, but he didn't know if it was because he accepted too many poems at once.

I don’t know when it started off the court, but there was no movement at all.

"I don't know the way of the world, and now I am wandering underground."

"The country is like a dream, the wind and the moon are quiet."

"This is just okay. Boss's poems are really good."

Qiao Songshan read out another poem and found that the people in the audience seemed to have turned to stone and did not give any reaction.

The corners of Qiao Songshan's lips curled up slightly, and he lost much interest.

Qiao Songshan remained silent. It took a long time for everyone in the audience to come back to their senses and heaved a sigh of relief.

I didn't dare to talk about anything anymore.

Many academy students just want to kneel on the ground and beg Qiao Songshan to accept his magical power quickly and stop reading the poems written by the prince.

Otherwise, their Taoist hearts will be shattered at this time.

They have been reading poetry books for ten years and only longed to write a good poem in their lives. In the end, they may not be able to do so until they die.

But...

In less than a cup of tea, the prince wrote five or six poems that were astonishing to heaven and earth!
If it weren't for Qiao Songshan, the prince probably wouldn't have published these poems! !

Many of these poems that the prince is not very satisfied with are things that they cannot and dare not hope for in this life! !

This is so...

The gap is too big! !

Where can I go to reason? ?

Qiao Songshan's eyes scanned the audience. When everyone was swept by Qiao Songshan's eyes, they all shrank their heads, avoided his gaze, and hurriedly covered their faces with the books in their hands.

He no longer dared to look directly at Qiao Songshan.Shameless!

"Your Majesty, Miss Bai has been waiting in the house for a long time. You can go in directly. If Miss Bai chooses Your Majesty to be the guest of honor, it will be her first time in human affairs. I hope you will have more sympathy."

Hongzhu, the maid in red, saw that the Jade Pavilion was suddenly turning into a poetry reciting contest for Qiao Songshan alone, so she quickly spoke at the right time to alleviate the embarrassing situation in the venue.

The words of the maid in red brought the topic back on track, and many people breathed a sigh of relief.

Now they just want to ask the prince to go enjoy the pleasure of fish and water and don't let Qiao Songshan read poems anymore.

Cheng Guang, who had been sitting quietly aside with a calm face, just glanced at the beautiful figure behind the screen in the central room. After staring for a while, an invisible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"it is good."

Cheng Guang said softly, and then walked towards Bai Shuxuan's room.

At this time, many people already wanted to leave.

Everyone now believes that Bai Shuxuan will make Cheng Guang his guest.

After all, in terms of identity, status, and talent on the court, who can compare to him? ?

Many people don't have much regret in their hearts.

There was nothing unbalanced in their hearts when the prince took over Bai Shuxuan, a beautiful courtesan who was famous in Kyoto.

Just as Cheng Guang walked slowly towards the room where Bai Shuxuan was staying, Wen Qinghe, who was in a daze among the crowd, seemed to have just come back to his senses. He seemed to have remembered something and asked loudly:
"Sir!"

Cheng Guang paused slightly, his noble eyes lowered and fell on Wen Qinghe.

"What's the matter?"

Under Cheng Guang's gaze, Wen Qinghe felt extremely stressed, and beads of sweat as big as beans could not help but flow down his forehead, but he still resisted the pressure and asked:
"Your Majesty, the first poem "Looking at the Bright Moon" was written by Your Majesty. You said no before, but I really can't think of anyone else here who can compose this poem."

Wen Qinghe is really puzzled!
His pride was trampled to nothing tonight in front of Cheng Guang.

Being pinned down by Cheng Guang, he admitted it.

But he still couldn't figure out one thing, and that was the first poem that Hongzhu read before - Wang Liming.

Who did it?
If it was Cheng Guang, there would be no doubt.

But the prince did not admit that this poem was written by him. If it were someone else here...

Doesn't it mean that among all the people present, his poetic talent is not even ranked second? ?
Wen Qinghe watched Cheng Guang's expression nervously, looking forward to his answer.

After hearing Wen Qinghe's question, other people in the Jade Pavilion were also curious and turned their attention to Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang smiled lightly and replied nonchalantly: "Tell me about that poem."

"It's really not me."

Cheng Guang did not directly say that the poem was written by Bai Shuxuan.

First, he had no evidence. Who knew whether the handwriting on the scroll sent by the turtle slave belonged to the maid next to Bai Shuxuan or her own.

Secondly, doing this will not do him any good. His current purpose is still to take revenge on this bad woman.

Although it may relieve Bai Shuxuan's anger now, his plan will definitely be greatly affected.

And this time.

Qiao Songshan originally looked confused, but when Wen Qinghe asked about the poem that the turtle slave had taken out earlier, he suddenly felt bad.

He couldn't understand the quality of poetry, and thought that Wang Liming's poem that Wen Qinghe mentioned at this time was poor. After all, it was a poem written by a turtle slave, so how could it be any good.

For the sake of his boss, Qiao Songshan decided to take all the "blame" on himself.

He patted his chest and said angrily: "What are you doing! Wen Qinghe, I was the one who wrote that bad poem!"

"You are not convinced!?"

"I just wrote that crappy poem casually, what do you think?"

He held his head high and looked like the person who wrote that bad poem was me.

After the words fell, the audience was silent again.

Everyone looked at Qiao Songshan, who had a rough face and almost no muscles on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Many of their students were moved to tears on the spot.

To say that their poetic talents cannot compare with the handsome and gentle prince, why can't they even compare with this stupid big man? ?
Wen Qinghe felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was stunned on the spot, his face was pale, his figure suddenly swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

The students beside him quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, don't be angry."

"Are you OK."

The urgent questioning fell on Wen Qinghe's ears, but he couldn't feel much warmth for a moment, and instead felt cold all over his body.

The beating he received from the Crown Prince and Qiao Songshan last year had never made him so heartbroken.

"I'm third...hehe...I'm third..."

Wen Qinghe smiled sadly, looking at the immortal-like and extraordinary figure on the top floor, his heart was full of bitterness.

Don't be afraid of others having a higher status than you.

I'm afraid that while my status is higher than yours, my talent is higher than yours and I work harder than you.

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[Note: Thank you to the profound and endless boss for the [-] reward! ! ! ! 】

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