My system is 3000 years ahead of schedule

Chapter 37 It doesn’t matter, I have one more song!
After that, Qiao Songshan ignored the reaction of the people in the audience and read directly:
"It rains all night and makes me sleepless, and the west wind blows my clothes."

Qiao Songshan spoke slowly, his voice loud and clear.

He has a tall and straight body, and there is no trace of restraint or embarrassment in his eyes. He is full of calmness and freehand expression. He is obviously very confident in the poems written by Cheng Guang.

As soon as he spoke, everyone felt their hearts beat slightly.

Some warriors who had never been interested in poetry couldn't help but look askance when they heard the poetry Qiao Songshan read out.

Just listening to the first sentence, there is an artistic conception of a lonely rainy night, as if one is in a quiet place, standing alone in the rain.

"Is this first sentence so extraordinary?"

"Hey, the wording is just right. What's the next sentence?"

"Everyone, stop talking and listen quietly!"

Many students were stunned when they heard the first sentence. They froze on the spot as if they were struck by lightning, and then began to listen attentively.

In the crowd, when Wen Qinghe heard the first line of the poem slowly read by Qiao Songshan, he clearly felt that the words, sentences, and artistic conception of the poem were just right.

It is more spiritual than the poems written by many academy students who have studied countless poetry books.

"My lord, this is..."

"Could he really be able to compose poetry?"

Wen Qinghe murmured to himself. He didn't know why, but just listening to the first sentence, he felt that the poem Qiao Songshan read at this time was probably no worse than the poem "Wang Li Ming" he had taken out earlier. , even better.

same time.

In the central room of Jade Pavilion.

Bai Shuxuanmei's eyes were slightly startled, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"This prince... actually writes poetry? Could it be that the poem Qiao Songshan read was really written by him??"

Bai Shuxuan was puzzled at first. After all, she had never heard of the prince composing any poems.

If the prince really knew how to compose poetry, she wouldn't have specially set up the current situation.

Bai Shuxuan originally thought that Qiao Songshan just made a few random remarks and dealt with the matter hastily for the sake of Cheng Guang's face.

In this way, Cheng Guang's face could be saved, and he would not be criticized by others. It was the best of both worlds.

But when Bai Shuxuan listened carefully to the poem that Qiao Songshan read slowly, she instinctively felt that the poem was not just a random fabrication after hearing the first sentence.

Bai Shuxuan and Wen Qinghe thought of one place at this time, and they felt in their confusion that the poems Qiao Songshan read at this time seemed not that simple.

Besides...there is no chance for the prince to buy poems now.

"Does he really have some literary talent?"

For some reason, Bai Shuxuan suddenly changed his mind about Cheng Guang.

She had always looked down upon Cheng Guang before, and only regarded him as a second-generation ancestor and a playboy.

With her skills, it was easy to capture Cheng Guang.

Now look again...

Instead, she was blind.

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When Qiao Songshan read the first sentence, Jade Pavilion fell completely silent.

Everyone was quietly looking at Cheng Guang, who was leaning against the railing, looking at him like a pilgrim.

"The moon is bright, the shadows of the mountains are quiet, and the sky is vast, the sound of wild geese is faint."

Qiao Songshan spoke slowly again.

The voice fell.

Needle drop can be heard in the arena.

Scalp numb! !
Everyone's expressions slowly froze, as if they had seen a ghost! !
Everyone in the Jade Pavilion has a certain understanding of poetry. Even a martial artist can roughly tell whether the poem is good or bad.

After listening to the whole poem, they were surprised that the poem read by Qiao Songshankou was actually better than the previous poem by Wang Liming.

You know, the prince has been under their attention just now, but there is no chance to buy another poem and come to the town temporarily.

Wufu, who usually didn't like reading much, was also surprised by the difference in Cheng Guang at this time.

Most of the looks they looked at Cheng Guang had a meaning: everyone is the father-in-law, so why are you the only one who is secretly outstanding?

Everyone looked at Cheng Guang in silence, with different meanings in their eyes.

A few breaths passed.An uproar broke out in the venue.

"It rains all night and makes me sleepless, and the west wind blows my clothes."

"The moon is bright, the shadows of the mountains are quiet, and the sky is vast, the sound of wild geese is faint."

"Hiss! Wonderful~"

"Although I don't understand this poem very well, I feel very good about it."

"This poem is so well written, the shadows on the moonlit mountains are quiet, the sky is vast and the sound of wild geese is faint... How did your head come up with this?!"

"If I had never heard of this poem, I would have subconsciously thought that the prince bought it from somewhere else."

"Who is willing to sell such a good poem? A poem of this level is worth a million dollars!"

"We have misunderstood the prince. It seems that the prince is just hiding it."

"This poem alone can prove the prince's talent. Then why did the prince say that the previous poem was not written by him? With his talent, he still needs to buy poems?"

"I don't know. Who knows what the prince's thoughts are. Maybe the song Wang Liming was also written by the prince. He just felt that it was not done well, so he said it was not his own work..."

"Hey, you can still play like this??"

Everyone was amazed and talking about it.

Behind the screen, Bai Shuxuanmei's eyes opened slightly, her red lips pursed slightly, and she looked at Cheng Guang with complicated eyes. For a moment, she couldn't figure out why he could write such good poems.

Why didn't you take it out from the beginning? Instead, use the poems she sent over.

If the prince had bought his Wang Li Ming poem earlier, others would still believe it, but this poem, which even a great scholar might not be able to compose, could not be measured by money.

Just writing this poem is enough to make him rich and noble in this life, and he will be treated as a guest of Dazhou Academy!

"Could it be that he is really so talented and I made a mistake?"

Bai Shuxuanmei's eyes were lowered, with complicated emotions in her heart.

If she had known that Cheng Guang had a talent for poetry, she would never have pushed the situation to such an extent to give Cheng Guang a chance to appear as a saint in front of others.

In the crowd, Wen Qinghe's face changed after listening to the poems read by Qiao Songshan. He was tangled, puzzled, sad, and finally turned into a face full of resignation.

He originally thought that he was the most talented person in poetry among everyone here!

Even if the prince has a noble status, no one can compare with him in poetry!

but……

Not to mention the poem Wang Liming that the prince took out earlier, just looking at the poem that the prince took out at this time is enough to crush all his previous poems!
His reputation as the number one poet in the Great Zhou Academy seems to be a joke now!
In this regard, he is still a student praised by some great scholar...

Even so, he is still a talent that the academy is proud of...

Wen Qinghe couldn't imagine that if the prince entered the academy, those great scholars would lick their faces and beg him to enter and become their disciples.

Wen Qinghe felt uncomfortable and felt extremely uncomfortable.

And, sour!
In the Jade Pavilion, after Qiao Songshan finished reading the poem, there was a brief uproar. Everyone looked at Qiao Songshan with an extremely complicated look. They were envious, puzzled, confused, and doubtful about life.

I feel extremely envious that Qiao Songshan can pronounce such amazing poems, and I feel sour!

The air suddenly solidified again, becoming extremely quiet.

In this strange situation, just when everyone thought that Cheng Guanghui would just step into Bai Shuxuan's room and enjoy the pleasure, they did not expect that Qiao Songshan slowly spoke again.

"Why are everyone silent? Do you think the poem written by my boss is not good? It doesn't matter, my boss has another one."

"The mountains are quiet at the end of the lunar month, and the streams are cold and the water is about to level off."

"The shadow of the moon reflects the clear waves, and the sound of the wind shakes the dream boat."

Another shocking poem came out of Qiaosong Mountain's mouth unhurriedly.

Each word is like a giant drum shaking thunder.

Everyone in the venue, except Qiao Songshan, a heartless and stupid guy, was smiling and admiring his boss.

Everyone, including Bai Shuxuan and Wen Qinghe, could hardly hold back at this moment. Their expression management was out of control, and the corners of their mouths were twitching crazily.

Many academy students and scholars almost cried.

Why do you think your poem is not good?

Even if you scold me directly, I won’t feel so uncomfortable!
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(End of this chapter)