super god ancestor

Chapter 115

"Mr. Chen is a great talent. If this poem is introduced to scholars, it should be cited as a famous piece."

"Yes, it is indeed a good poem."

Many Confucian scholars and celebrities who watched the poetry meeting copied it one after another, full of praise.

These people are all celebrities who have the right to speak in Shilin. To be praised by them, coupled with the comments of two literary figures, is enough to cause a sensation in Shilin.

A poem covered the audience, Chen An was previously unknown in Shilin, but after today, he is afraid that he will become a talented person who is often mentioned by many students.

"But there are still people who want to come up and write poems?"

Kong Mo sat in the upper seat, slightly brewing tea with the lid of the cup, and said casually.

The students on both sides were silent, and no one came to the stage.

After this poem, no one dared to go up to the class to make an axe. Obviously, everyone was convinced.

"Chen An's poem is quite good. The antithesis is neat and far-reaching. In my opinion, it is the best poem."

Kong Mo looked around at the crowd, and seeing this scene, he was quite satisfied, and looked at Master Xu Qing: "Old Xu, what's your opinion?"

The corners of Xu Qingshi's eyes twitched slightly, there was anger in his heart, but he couldn't do it.

He has worked in the literary world for decades, so he knows that the most difficult thing to think about is the eternal history of articles.

Chen An's poems are profound and simple, very artistic, and it is by no means as if they were written on the spot.

Presumably, a long time ago, he had known the exam questions of the Poetry Club, polished them for a long time, and then had someone retouch the pens, so that he could have such a foundation.

For the children of Zhu Guo's aristocratic families who were born in rich families, it is not surprising that they want to build a reputation as a scholar.

However, it was chosen at this poetry meeting, and the imperial party students who were overwhelmed by a poem fell silent.

To Xu Qingshi, this was a bit embarrassing after all.

"It's really excellent, Mr. Chen has a brilliant literary talent."

Although he said that his heart is like a mirror, Xu Qingshi couldn't point it out, so he could only hold his nose and praise him a few words.

At the poetry venue, all the glory and highlights belonged to Chen An at all times.

As soon as his poems came out, the previous works were all dimmed.

The students of the faction of the Zhu Kingdom family were quite proud of themselves, and they drank and praised endlessly.

As for the students of the imperial party faction, the atmosphere was a little uncomfortable.

However, no one dared to stand up and compete with Chen An in poetry.

After all, pearls and jade are the first, and no student is arrogant enough to think that his poems can surpass Chen An's history reading.

Going up rashly will only make people laugh.

The Peacock House poetry meeting was still going on, and Li Chaoge suddenly received a task.

[Ordinary task: recite poems in pairs
Description: At the Peacock Tower Poetry Contest, Chen An's history reading stunned everyone, and imperial party students were like defeated roosters.

As a student of the imperial party, Li Cezhi should fight for face this time for Master Xu Qing, a master in the literary world.

Completion conditions: Li Cezhi composes a poem on the spot, overpowering Chen An, and regaining the limelight.

Reward: 500 points of incense, one Wenqu incense. ]
"It actually triggered the mission?"

Li Chaoge was slightly taken aback, which is not surprising.

This isn't the first time such a timeline-independent quest has appeared.

From the two legendary missions of Dragon Hunting and Mystery of Shinto, to the ordinary mission triggered by encountering a beautiful ghost last time, Li Chaoge has experienced it several times.

"Are you trying to show off?"

After carefully reviewing the mission description, Li Chaoge has a plan in mind.

It was just reciting poems and doing the right thing. Although he didn't know what good thing Chen An did to overwhelm the audience, but for Li Chaoge whose soul came from that blue planet, this task was not difficult.

After reading the 24 histories of Huanghuang and being influenced by 5000 years of magnificent culture, just taking out a poem at will is enough to shake the world's poetry circles.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately redeemed the fugue function, and the scene suddenly switched to the Peacock Tower.

At this moment, Li Cezhi was sitting in the back row eating mung bean cakes, looking at the scenery at the foot of the peacock tower from time to time, thinking that the poetry meeting should be over soon.

"Son, don't worry about eating snacks.

As a member of the imperial party, Dou Shi is suppressed right now, you should stand up and fight Chen An for Shi. "

Li Chaoge's voice was so abrupt that Li Cezhi was taken aback.

"Father, why are you here?"

He secretly communicated with his father in his heart: "It's not that you don't know that I'm a big deal. How can I help the imperial party win face in this situation?"

He devoted himself to the test of fame, and most of the books he read were to increase his knowledge and improve his level of policy theory.

As for poetry, this is not tested in the exam, and Li Cezhi was born in a farming family, so Li Cezhi naturally didn't have such a leisurely mind to be arty.

If there is really a prose that can suppress Chen An, Li Cezhi will naturally be happy to suppress the opponent's arrogance, and by the way, show a wave of presence in front of Mr. Xu Qingshi.

But he really doesn't have the ability to force it up, it will only make people laugh.

"It's okay, dad will write an article for you."

Li Chaoge also knows how important his son is, and he has long planned to become a public servant.

His moral standards are not high. As long as there is interest, it is no problem to copy the 5000-year-old poems handed down from China.

I didn't have this idea before, mainly because copying poems is not very useful in this world.

After all, the imperial examinations are regarded as policies and theories, not poems and songs.

Moreover, some famous poems are difficult to write without understanding of life, and they are easy to attract doubts and thankless.

Now that the task is coming, he will not be soft-hearted.

After asking the poem questions, Li Chaoge communicated directly with fugue, told his son the poems, and asked him to recite them.

"Father, can this be done?"

Li Cezhi was skeptical and hesitated.

The poem his father asked him to read was obviously plagiarized.

It’s fine if no one knows about it, but if it’s exposed, it’s like stealing poetry, and it’s bound to be reviled by many scholars.

"Stealing poems, the matter of scholars, can it be called stealing?"

Li Chaoge said earnestly: "Just do what you want, there shouldn't be anyone in this world who can produce evidence to question you."

After all, this time travel package is also the only one in the world.

"Ok."

Hearing this, Li Cezhi could only nod his head.

At this moment, the poetry meeting has come to an end.

The young masters and young ladies from high-ranking families and the famous Confucian scholar Qingliu among the scholars were all talking about Chen An's first reading of history.

And the instigator, Chen An, returned to his seat triumphantly, with a smile on his face, calmly being praised by his fellow students.

Among the imperial party students, Zhu Yuan looked gloomy and was not in high spirits.

If Chen An hadn't come out, he would be the most prominent person in today's poetry meeting.

Pity.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhu Yuan still had to admit that Chen An's poems were indeed better than his.

Master Xu Qing looked around at his disciples and sighed slightly.

Originally, the students who were planning to fight against the faction of the Zhu Kingdom family in the poetry meeting were ashamed, but now, they are scared by someone else's poem, so they dare not write any more poems.

I can't blame them, but I can only blame Kong Mo, an old fox, for using tricks at the poetry meeting.

Xu Qingshi was quite familiar with the essay on history reading, if he guessed correctly, Kong Mo should also have contributed to the polishing.

Xu Qingshi was drinking tea with a dark face when suddenly, he stopped.

Because from the corner of my eye, I had already spotted behind the imperial party students, there was a person who stood up and walked towards the courtyard.

What does he want to do?
(End of this chapter)