Seeing that the people below were shocked by him, Wang Jun smiled slightly.
He suddenly waved his sleeves and shouted three times,"
"Paper!"
"Mo Lai!"
"Come!"
Intoxicating three shouts, everyone below did not understand what he meant.
Only Chen Deng was still calmly following Wang Jun's instructions. In a short while, he had prepared all these.
There was a large empty space in front of the venue. There was only a few people on the stage, standing alone and proudly in the middle.
Wang Jun was a little unsteady. He reluctantly gave Chen Deng a look and said,"Thank you, Yuanlong."
Although Chen Deng didn't understand what Wang Jun meant, he still nodded according to what Wang Jun said.
Chen Deng found a place to sit down, laid out a piece of white paper, and ground the brush and ink.
Unexpectedly, Wang Jun held back his drunkenness and shook his head."One piece of paper is not enough."
"Sovereign King, what nonsense are you causing?" Xu Jing, who was close to him, finally couldn't help but speak.
This person had just humiliated him once. How could he tolerate his nonsense?
Wang Jun smiled and looked at Xu Jing. His eyes were even more intoxicated.
He said to Chen Deng beside him. "I'll read it and you write it. If you're slow and don't copy it, I won't write it a second time.”
Chen Deng became nervous for no reason.
Many people were guessing what Wang Jun was going to do.
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"…If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be sad for the painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change.
Lishan words after the night, tears rain rain bell finally no resentment. How can it be compared with the thin love of the Royal Guards Lang, the wish of the day when we are together?
…The bright moon should laugh at me, laugh at me now. To live up to the love of spring, to walk alone and sing alone. Recently, I'm afraid to talk about what happened at that time, so I'm tied up in blue clothes. The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep. Where can I find the clouds in my dream?
…I am a melancholic guest in the world. I know what you are doing, and I am full of tears. I recall my life in the sound of heartbreak.”
Without any warning, without any preparation, Wang Jun blurted out a paragraph that was written by Nalan Xingde.
In a short while, there were more than ten songs.
He stood in the middle and looked at the crowd below.
Chen Deng kept reciting all the famous poems that he could remember in his mind. He wrote quickly, but he almost couldn't keep up with his speed.
Everyone was silent and carefully examined.
He had been under immense pressure ever since he transmigrated, and he looked at the mocking faces of his subordinates.
At this moment, he finally burst out. In his madness, he only cared about reciting the poems in his mind.
He didn't care if everyone remembered or understood.
The fragrant words of his previous life echoed through his thin lips in the venue.
Xu Jing's elder brother, Xu Shao, had a strange change in his eyes.
The group of scholars who were just watching the show at the beginning could not help but mutter in their hearts at this moment.
They had never heard of any of these poems before, but they were indeed wonderful sentences. Could it be…that they were all composed by Young Master Jun?
" It's snowing in the evening. I can drink a cup of wine…" Bai Letian was drinking.
" Jun Bujian…" Next, it was Tai Bai's turn to drink.
" Against Ying Cheng and the other two…" Tai Bai was still drinking.
" But to make the master drunk…" Tai Bai was still drinking.
"Those who abandon me, yesterday's day cannot be left behind; Those who disturb my mind, today is a day of many worries…"This was because he had drunk too much Taibai wine.
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The people below the stage couldn't care less and looked at Wang Jun with burning eyes.
Cao Mengde? Could Cao Zhi compare to Young Master Jun at this moment?
The girls below were all crying.
What a touching love poem. Young Master Jun was so infatuated.
The woman in the carriage secretly shed tears.
If Wang Jun saw her now, he would definitely say,""We are both people who have fallen from grace. Why should we know each other when we meet?”
People gradually gathered around Wang Jun and listened to the poems he recited.
His face was filled with shock and disbelief.
Everyone had ears, and there were many geniuses in the world.
But since ancient times, there would never be such a scene like today.
He had seen someone write poems, but he had never seen someone write poems like this!
Writing poems was definitely not like moving cabbages in the market--but countless poems that had never stopped spewed out from Wang Jun's mouth.
It was as if he didn't need to think about it. It was no different from moving cabbages!
Although some of the sentences in these poems were strange, the scholars were still shocked and terrified. These poems…were all excellent!
Wang Jun did not stop.
The scholars looked at Wang Jun with strange gazes. They felt that this young man in front of them was elegant and detached from the world.
He was no longer a mortal, but a celestial.
In their panic, some scholars who had long regained their senses removed their sleeves.
He began to bury his head in his brush and copy these poems that were fleeting. Young Master Jun had said before that he would only say it once.
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