"Since you say I'm a waste, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Hey, what kind of bet do you want to make?"

Liu Mo's face darkened, "I'll bet you what I just said, I, Liu Mo, will definitely become the leader of the poetry club today."

"You, the loser who can't even pass the exam? Chief!"

Feng Xueqian was the first to laugh. The government officials joined in, followed by the surrounding tourists and countless other tourists. This sudden frolic spread like a hurricane until the entire poetry meeting began to shake.

"Just asking if you dare!" Liu Mo shouted sharply.

"Okay, what are you betting on?" Feng Xueqian raised his voice.

Liu Mo sneered, "The loser will have to offer four thousand taels of silver and kneel down and kowtow in public to admit his mistake." Liu Mo said, "Mr. Feng, do you dare or not?"

"Four thousand taels of silver? Kowtow and admit your mistake? Young Master, I have plenty of silver, and I am not short of this." Feng Xueqian smiled, "If you lose, I don't want the silver. I want you to cut off your arms, and you will never be able to do anything again from now on."

Pick up the pen and write!”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

The officer who was maintaining order did not want the matter to escalate, so he said, "Mr. Feng, this is a poetry gathering. There is no need to cut off your hand, right?"

Feng Xueqian ignored him and asked fiercely: "Humph, you loser named Liu, do you dare or not?"

Liu Mo grinned, "I'm afraid you won't succeed, so come on!"

Lin Shiqi tugged on Liu Mo's clothes to signal him not to be impulsive.

"It's okay!" Liu Mo comforted Lin Shiqi.

I have memorized so many poems by the great poet Li Bai on earth, just wait until you kneel down and kowtow!

Liu Mo cleared his throat and then held Lin Shiqi's shoulders.

"Shiqi, today I will compose a poem specifically for you."

When Lin Shiqi heard this, she was stunned.

Want to compose a poem for me?

Liu Mo closed his eyes and pretended to be deep in thought.

"Read it, why don't you read it quickly." Feng Xueqian said with a smile, "I want to see what kind of bullshit poem you can make."

Liu Mo ignored it and deliberately delayed time.

This move made Lin Shiqi a little nervous.

"Read it quickly, read it quickly!" The onlookers also started to cheer.

At this moment, Liu Mo suddenly opened his eyes, faced Lin Shiqi, and recited affectionately:

【Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn’t seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have seen me under the moonlight at Yaotai.】

As soon as this poem came out, everyone fell silent.

Everyone here is a person with profound literary skills. Just hearing this, they have already noticed the ethereal, grand and far-reaching artistic conception of this poem.

You know, this is a poem in praise of Concubine Yang written by the great poet Li Bai.

Write (Peony) and Lin Shiqi (here, of course, alluding to my own daughter-in-law) together, the flower is the person, the person is the flower, and the human face and the flower are blended together.

Such extraordinary beauty can probably only be seen in the fairyland of heaven. It is either the fluttering fairy seen on the top of the jade mountain, or the goddess illuminated by the moonlight in front of the Yaotai Temple.

Yushan, Yaotai, moonlight, a light-colored word, set off the flowery face, making people naturally think of a white jade-like person, and also like a warm white peony flower.

In such an atmosphere, a scholar subconsciously picked up a pen and paper and silently wrote down poems.

I forgot about it in the middle and couldn't help but asked: "Mr. Liu, can you say it again?"

"Of course you can."

Liu Mo cleared his throat and read out the poem he just wrote for Lin Shiqi again.

Lin Shiqi bit her lower lip gently and listened quietly. She was already moved to tears. Her eyes were moist, but they were tears of happiness.

"In my opinion, the best poem tonight is this one."

"Just a few sentences, it is the atmosphere of the fairy palace that makes people feel relaxed and happy, a good poem, a good poem."

All the literati praised him one after another, which made Feng Xueqian blush.

Liu Mo looked at him sideways and said, "Master Feng, what do you think?"

"You..." Feng Xueqian suppressed his blush, "Did you write this poem?"

"if not?"

"No, no, you plagiarized it." Feng Xueqian's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, yes, you must have plagiarized it! How can you create such a masterpiece if you, a loser, can't even pass the exam?

Come on, arrest this person quickly."

Plagiarism is abhorrent in the Poetry Club, and if one is found guilty of such behavior, one will be imprisoned.

It is true that this poem was not written by Liu Mo, but Li Bai, the great poet on earth, was not recognized by anyone in the entire Xia Dynasty, so he was not at all panicked.

Liu Mo snorted, "Then, Master Feng, who did I plagiarize from and when was this poem written?"

Feng Xue Qian was speechless and could not speak for a long time.

However, at this time, an old man stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Liu, although your poem is a masterpiece, it cannot be regarded as a leader."

Liu Mo looked back and saw that this man's gray temples had turned gray with the weathering of time. He was dressed in a robe and exuded a scholarly atmosphere.

The scholars around him bowed and saluted. Tan Guangyan said, "The head of Jiangyuan Academy, the largest academy in Linyang City, is also the judge of this poetry competition."

"Hello, Mr. Qin." Liu Mo saluted immediately, "I would like to ask for advice."

"I don't dare to give advice, I'm just commenting as a judge." Tan Guangyan said: "Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the poems written in the poetry meeting should also be titled Mid-Autumn Festival and moon appreciation. Although Liu Gongzi's poems are good, they deviate from the Mid-Autumn Festival.

topic."

At this time, someone shouted: "Yeah, yeah, I'm off topic!"

Liu Mo knew that Mr. Tan did not mean to make things difficult, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was just a reminder.

He bowed again and said immediately: "Then I will make another song."

After hearing this, everyone focused their attention on Liu Mo.

Liu Mo closed his eyes and meditated.

The entire poetry meeting fell silent.

After a long time, Liu Mo opened his mouth and read:

【When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.

...

People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon.】

At this time, Liu Mo was reciting Su Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Song Tou·When will the bright moon" seriously according to the rhythm. Although the recitation was not fast, it fit the artistic conception of the words and sentences in one go.

Such a poem that showed everyone's enthusiasm immediately made Tan Guangyan open his mouth. There were very few people in the Xia Dynasty who could achieve such an artistic conception in poetry.

"… I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart." Tan Guangyan murmured the last sentence, looked at everyone, and kept nodding slightly. After a long while, he sighed.

"What a good word..."

At this time, some people in the garden poetry party looked at each other, some murmured and repeated words, and they were extremely quiet.

"The qualifications of a leader, the qualifications of a leader!" Tan Guangyan said loudly immediately.

Saying that, he quickly ordered his students: "Quick, copy it down quickly, I want to take it and circulate it, hurry up!"
Chapter completed!