"You can't write poems, but your skills at pretending to be dead are first-class.”
Li Yuansheng didn't show any mercy.
He looked up at the other four.
"You guys are the same as him. If you carry them out, you won't have to worry about losing face. I won't make things difficult for you. I still want to listen to Miss Nangong sing.”
Hearing this, Cui Guisheng, who had just pretended to be unconscious, woke up again in anger.
"That's impossible. You can't write poetry so quickly. You cheated.”
When Nangong Luo heard this, he could not help but frown.
He didn't know Li Yuansheng and had no contact with him.
Today's bet was very fair.
He didn't expect Cui Guisheng to slander him like this.
Nangong Luo had a good impression of Cui Guisheng.
After all, he was the master of the world's most prestigious family in Chang 'an. He was a thousand-year-old family with a deep foundation. He knew everything about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Compared to the boorish generals, Nangong Luo undoubtedly preferred cultured people like Cui Guisheng.
However, after reading Li Yuansheng's poem, she immediately understood that she was wrong.
Nangong Luo had been carefully nurtured since he was young. He was involved in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Of course, his taste was not bad.
The Marquis Champion's attainments in poetry were extremely high, probably even higher than Cui Guisheng's.
For the Marquis Champion, who was famous for his bravery, this was truly too precious.
After Cui Guisheng said this, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.
Nangong Luo and Cheng Chumo had met before, so it was very likely that they had already communicated.
Li Yuansheng already knew what Nangong Luo was going to draw. It was very likely that he had hired a famous artist to write the poem. Now, he was just copying it.
It must be like this.
Cui Guisheng felt that he had figured out the truth behind the scenes.
"You guys cheated. You guys had already persuaded them!”
Cui Guisheng shouted.
Nangong Luo finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Young Master Cui, please show some respect. This painting was randomly taken from a pile of paintings in my collection.”
"Before I opened it, even I didn't know what was on it.”
"If you can't do it, just change the question. Why do you have to slander me?”
Nangong Luo still gave Cui Guisheng a way out. He didn't want to offend the person in charge of the world's most prestigious sect in Chang 'an.
"Alright, then let's change the question.”
Cui Guisheng immediately replied.
He urgently needed a victory to save his face.
"If you can't solve it, do you have to change the questions? I think your family shouldn't be called the world's number one noble family. It should be called the world's thickest noble family.”
"Hahaha!"
Cheng Chumo, Qin Lijian, and Yuchi Baolin all burst into laughter.
Before they started fighting, they were indeed a little afraid of Cui Guisheng and the others.
However, since they had started to make a fuss, they were not afraid of trouble.
Furthermore, the one who was leading the charge this time was Li Yuansheng.
Even if there were any problems, Li Yuansheng would be the first to take them on.
"That's right. What cheating? It's clearly because I can't do it myself.”
"If he had the talent, even if the Marquis Champion had prepared a poem beforehand, he could still compose a poem on the spot that would surpass the Marquis Champion's.”
……
Some people in the crowd discussed animatedly.
Cui Guisheng was so angry that his face turned red.
He looked around and the crowd immediately quieted down.
Anyone would be wary of the people from the world's most prestigious sect.
Li Yuansheng was the only one who didn't think much of it.
"I can satisfy you. We can change the topic. However, whoever lost this round would have to stick this note on their face and scram out of the Ten Thousand Flower House.”
Li Yuansheng picked up his brush and wrote a banner with the words " I am trash " written on it.
"The question for this round…"
Cui Guisheng was interrupted by Li Yuansheng before he could finish.
"You will be the one to set the questions for this round. Even if you have a poem that you have written beforehand, it doesn't matter. I will write an essay on the spot and I will still be able to beat trash like you.”
Li Yuansheng was full of confidence.
What a joke.
Now, he had gathered all the abilities of Li Bai and Su Dongpo, two literary giants. Wouldn't it be easy for him to beat Cui Guisheng?
Do you really think that after thinking hard for a few days, the things you write can be compared to Li Bai's improvisation after he gets drunk?
If that was the case, Li Bai would not be called Li Bai anymore!
Cui Guisheng was overjoyed when he heard Li Yuansheng's words.
He had just written a poem a few days ago and showed it to a few friends. Everyone praised it repeatedly.
Since you, Li Yuansheng, look down on others, then don't blame me for using ready-made works to bully you.
"Then I'll use the old Yuefu title Guan Shanyue as the title to write a poem.”
Cui Guisheng gave a look, and a servant immediately took out a painting.
On the painting, there was a bright moon, a tall mountain, a white moon, and a faint city tower, as well as soldiers guarding the border.
"Alright."
Li Yuansheng took a look at the painting and wrote without hesitation.
The bright moon rose from the sky above the boundless sea of clouds.
The wind blew for tens of thousands of miles, blowing across the Jade Gate Pass.
The Han Dynasty captured Baideng Road and peeped into Qinghai Bay.
I've been fighting for a long time, but no one has come back.
The border guards looked at the border and thought of returning home with bitter faces.
The tall building is on this night, sighing that it should not be idle.
Cui Guisheng was about to write down the poem he had written the day before, but he saw that Li Yuansheng had started writing before him.
He couldn't help but take a look.
This time, the pen in his hand could not fall no matter what.
One was not afraid of not knowing the goods, but was afraid of comparing them.
The bright moon rose from the sky above the boundless sea of clouds. The wind blew for tens of thousands of miles, blowing across the Jade Gate Pass.
What a majestic atmosphere, it was like the work of a banished immortal, a divine stroke.
Cui Guisheng knew very well that if he wrote his poem now, he would only become a foil and a laughing stock for others.
Although there was no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts, if the difference between the two poems was too great, anyone who knew a little about poetry could tell at a glance.
Cui Shang, Lu Xuan, Zheng Yuan and Wang Wei also looked at each other in bewilderment, speechless.
Who would have thought that Li Yuansheng would have such a style of writing?
Such a poem could be said to be a world-shocking work, dominating the current Great Tang.
How could the few of them compare?
If they were to force themselves to write poems, they would undoubtedly become the ugly chickens by Phoenix's side and become the laughingstock of scholars all over the world.
This was an even greater blow to them!
At this moment, the pride they had been proud of was crushed by Li Yuansheng.
"Why? Can't you write it? Come, I've already prepared these banners for you.”
Li Yuansheng pointed at the banner on the table.
Cui Guisheng looked at Li Yuansheng and was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, he walked over and actually picked up the " I am trash " banner. He stuck it on his face and walked out.
Cui Shang, Lu Xuan, Zheng Yuan, and Wang Wei were stunned for a moment before walking over.
Under the shocked gazes of everyone in the Ten Thousand Flower House, the four of them pasted the banner of " I'm trash " and walked out of the Ten Thousand Flower House.
……
Nangong Luo was still standing in the Ten-Thousand Flower Pavilion, chanting," The wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass."
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Li Yuansheng with eyes full of admiration.
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