As soon as this said, everyone immediately became accused of this. Isn’t this awesome bragging? You know, Cheng Bolun has been famous among the scholars in Hangzhou for a long time, and I don’t know which son of the Huang family was who spoke wildly.

The stall owner just thought that he had no goods and was worried about his face. He turned around and took a box with seven or eight guan coins in it. He shouted to Chen Yue: "Huang Xiaoguan, I can't get three hundred guan coins. There are seven guan coins here. If you think the poems you made are good, you can use them to make some wine money. If you can't make good ones, give me fifty guan coins."

Chen Yue thought to himself that this stall owner had a good idea. Now that he has caused so many people to make trouble, he may earn back tonight even if he really loses these few cents of money.

Xian'er weakly pulled Chen Yue's sleeve, "Young Master...what should I do..." Her eyes were full of worry, and her watery big eyes looked at her young master helplessly.

Chen Yue looked back and saw that there were people around him, so it was unlikely that he could just squeeze out like this. He patted his forehead with a headache, and wrote the book casually and dealt with it. He said to the owner of the stall: "Get paper and pen."

When the onlookers saw that he really dared to take out his poems, the discussion became louder, and those who had good things began to inquire about his identity.

The paper and pen stall were prepared, and the stall owner turned around and handed it to Chen Yue, for fear that he would change his mind.

Seeing that Chen Yue was serious about writing, Xian'er quickly grabbed him, "Young master... let's give him fifty cents to leave, so many people..."

The stall owner glared at her and pulled her back, "This little lady, I'm making your little official famous, you can't harm him." Just kidding, the young man in front of him looked like a wealthy family, and now he has already put it in a trap. Even Cheng Bolun came here in person, but he might not be able to beat him. If the cooked duck flew like this, his wife wouldn't forgive him when she went back.

Chen Yue looked at the worry in Xian'er's eyes, smiled, and comforted: "It's okay."

Xian'er looked at the warm smile in Chen Yue's eyes and hid away from his eyes in a moment, but the worries on her face did not diminish slightly.

At this time, the crowd watching around could not wait and began to urge, all of whom were waiting to see the jokes. They were afraid that this little girl would delay the good things, so they pushed her out.

"Write it quickly."

"Why haven't you started writing yet? Isn't you timid?"

"Where did the kids come from, are they going to cheat?"

"Young master write it out quickly and let me wait and see."

Chen Yue didn't pull Xian'er for a while and was anxious to find her to come back. Otherwise, it would be difficult for so many people to get them back if they were lost.

The crowd sensiblely pushed Xian'er outwards, and a few strong men stopped in front and laughed:

"Don't worry, little official, when I see your poems, I will send her back to you."

After saying that, everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Yue looked around and said that he was going to be cheating. The crowd was already a hundred people. He could not fight for it alone. He was so fragile that he couldn't withstand the push and trampling. It was okay for him. If such a delicate little girl had any consequences, no one could predict.

I looked out worriedly, and it was impossible to do it casually. I shook my head, turned around and put the paper on the box beside me, pondered for a moment, and took the pen and fell down the first line of words:

"The east wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night."

Before he could see what he had written clearly, there was a disdainful sound of cheering in the crowd. They thought that even if he could write the words that could still be read, it was not worth mentioning about the crazy words he had just said.

The unsophisticated brush spreads smoothly on the paper, the second sentence:

"There is even more blown down, and the stars are like rain."

There were still people in the crowd, but the people standing around Chen Yue were quiet.

The young man's slender figure stood upright under the extinction of the lanterns. The pen in his hand did not stop, and the following two sentences were completed in one go:

"There are fragrances on the roads of BMW carvings. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance overnight."

People of the Song Dynasty like poetry, even the people in the market can recite a few limericks. The first stanza of this poem is extraordinary and its rhetoric is magnificent. The beautiful words "carving", "phoenix" and "jade" are arranged in a variety of prosperous world. The lanterns, moons, fireworks, sheng flutes, and social dances are intertwined into the jubilant lunar calendar, and describe the grand scene of the Lantern Festival to the fullest. Anyone with a little knowledge can understand the literary style in it after listening to it.

The previous sentences have spread out through the crowd, and people have gradually become quiet. Only a few people on the periphery who are afraid of the world will still be talking loudly, accompanied by the noise in the distance.

"The moths and snow willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance."

The pen tip turned sharply, from the grandeur of the previous que to the delicate and gentle, but it was impossible to find any discomfort. The few people who were noisy outside had been stared at by people's angry eyes. Only the whispers of the verses conveying poems were left, revealing a different kind of weirdness in this noisy world.

Xian'er was squeezed on the outside and never saw what his young master wrote. He knew his previous reputation and did not even have the courage to inquire about what was written inside. He was so anxious that he burst into tears outside.

At this time, I felt that the atmosphere was wrong. I raised my head and looked around strangely. Seeing that people's faces were solemn, like a devout believer, Xian'er wiped the tears in her eyes and pushed forward desperately.

The brushes fall together and outline the lines of flowing water on the paper.

"Look for him thousands of times in the crowd."

There was a little commotion in the crowd around him, and several big men looked back and consciously gave way.

The slender and petite body appeared in the small circle that everyone consciously left behind. The willow branches and treetops, which were a little bright and dark, were blown by the wind, covering the light on her face, which still had tears.

Chen Yue turned around and smiled warmly at her.

"When I look back, the man is in the dim light."

As the light shadow swayed, the boy put away his pen and pulled the girl in front of him behind him.

The prosperity of the first stanza is actually just for the "her" in the next stanza!

Such an unparalleled poem clearly refers to what just happened. This was an impromptu work by the young man in front of him raising his hand to suit the situation!

The crowd around was silent, and only heavy breathing could be heard. Everyone who could understand the weight of this poem could not help but tremble in their hearts. They looked at the two people in front of them with a strange expression, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

The stall owner who had been standing by the side opened his mouth in surprise and couldn't close it. If Cheng Bolun really wrote the lyrics on his stall, he could consciously come forward to compliment a few words at his usual level, but this song... he didn't even have the courage to step forward!

Xian'er felt panic when she saw the people around her staring at them. She didn't dare to look at the poems on the box, but she mustered up the courage to stand up.

"I... my young master doesn't like poetry on weekdays. I just joked with me just now. If you want money, I will give it to you..."

I don’t like poetry... I make fun of jokes... the expressions on everyone’s faces became exciting again.

After Xian'er said that, she wanted to get the purse beside her. She didn't want to touch it and she disappeared. She didn't know when it was stolen. The little girl mustered up all her courage to stand out. At this time, she stood there at a loss, and the water vapor was spinning in her eyes.

The girl's words finally broke the long silence. The excitement that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out. The crowd in the back row rushed forward desperately, all wanting to see who made such a lyric. Fortunately, the big men in front were afraid of hurting the young man in front of him, and tried hard to block it so that there would be no big trouble.

The stall owner finally reacted, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and smiled bitterly: "Your young master is really a bit big. He has claimed to have seen countless people over the years, but he doesn't know that there are still people like a young master in the world. He really has lived to be a dog for decades. If the young master is born, it must be Wenqu Xingjun shining in Hangzhou. Two people are so surprised that they can forgive me."

He is not qualified to judge whether no one can match the next three hundred years, but he really dare not say that there is one song that can be better than this one. This is a lyric written in front of his stall!

While he was raising his flattering smile, he quickly moved the box over. Even if the other party didn't want it, he would not leave the money. As soon as this poem spread, I wonder if anyone dared to write Lantern Festival again at this year's literary gathering. If there was another story about Guanpu and not giving money, would he still want to stay in Hangzhou?

The crowd outside continued to push and crowd inside, and many people's clothes were torn to pieces and ignored them. Even if the people in the front row were interested in helping a few big men to push them together, they could not withstand the impact of so many people and were about to be unable to withstand it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Yue didn't have time to pay attention to the stall owner, so he pulled Xian'er and quickly fled from a place with few descendants behind the stall...

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I was so embarrassed to write yesterday
Chapter completed!