"Oh, don''t be angry. After all, it''s normal for me to have this worry when you suddenly come here to compete with me, isn''t it? Let''s make a bold assumption and carefully verify it. Since you have said your reputation in your life, I must believe you. After all, we are all shameful people, right?"


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    Shame?! If you really want face, why do you have to gamble on poetry! Think this is a casino!


    Yu Wencheng scolded in his heart.


    Chen ang snorted coldly and said, "I''ve been teaching at the Imperial College for 30 years. I don''t know how many students I''ve taught. Even for my face, I''m sure I''ll make a fair judgment! If you disagree with my judgment later, you can take your poems and ask your teachers in Heyang city! Let them say whether my judgment is reasonable!"


    "In addition, the rules of your poetry writing are very simple. I''m free to write a topic, and you can write poetry or fill in words on the spot according to the topic. I''ll judge which side''s work is better. As for the topic, I can also guarantee that I didn''t inform anyone in advance. It must be a temporary idea."


    Speaking of this, Chen ang glared at Jiang Fan. Obviously, the last emphasis was specifically for Jiang Fan.


    "No problem. I still believe in the moral character of boss Chen. Although we met for the first time, boss Chen is upright and doesn''t look like a bad person. If you want to come to three friends from Jinling, you shouldn''t question your judgment."


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    The three young men who became the first to face the old man twitched at the same time.


    Who is questioning! Aren''t you expressing your distrust of boss Chen! It''s none of our business!


    "Well, since it''s all right, I''ll give you the first question."


    Chen ang stroked the beard on his chin and closed his eyes to think about the problem.


    Jiang Fan suddenly interrupted, "boss Chen, I have a question. I want to consult you."


    "What''s the matter with you!"


    Chen ang bit gnashing his teeth and reopened his eyes.


    "Cough, well, I want to ask, since the three friends from Jinling disagree with my poetry level, have they... Read those poems I wrote?"


    Jiang Fan asked with a smile.


    "I haven''t read it! Do you expect the poems you wrote in Heyang city to spread to Jinling? They''re not famous. Who is interested in seeing what you wrote?"


    Yu Wencheng said with disdain.


    "Oh, well... That''s really strange. You haven''t even seen the content of my poems. How can you conclude that my poems must be bad?"


    Jiang Fan looks curious.


    "Why? Since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, all the famous poets and poets have come from the south! You northerners can''t even understand the imperial examination and write poetry and lyrics? Don''t be kidding! You''re just tall among the dwarfs. Don''t you really think your level of poetry and lyrics is as exaggerated as those masters say?"


    Yu Wencheng mocked quite carelessly.


    Chen ang didn''t have such obvious hostility as Yu Wencheng. After being silent, he said, "your poetry hasn''t spread to Jinling, but the evaluation of you by the masters enshrined in King Wu''s residence in Heyang city has spread all over the whole Zhou Dynasty. So not only have they not read your poetry, but I haven''t read it either."


    "I see. I see. Please make a question."


    Jiang Fan smiled and stretched out his hand.


    No wonder the three Jinling visitors are so confident that they don''t know what poems they copied


    It was a little strange just now. If they really saw the works they copied, how could they still look like a winner.


    Even if the famous works handed down from generation to generation in his own world are obtained here, there will be less precipitation of many years and the legendary nature brought by the addition of some historical events, but the quality of poetry itself is absolutely impeccable.


    If you have some basic ability to appreciate poetry, you can certainly see how high the poetry itself has reached.


    Originally, Jiang Fan thought that the three Jinling visitors planned to win by cheating with the old man in front of him.


    That''s why he speaks unkindly to the old man.


    But now it seems that... He thought it was complicated by himself... The other party really planned to crush it with strength, and didn''t pay attention to him from beginning to end.


    This really makes people laugh and cry


    "The first question, um... The first question is not too difficult. It is also convenient for you to have a good beginning for each other. Let''s take the number ''one'' as the title, as long as there is'' one ''in the poetry. Of course, the evaluation standard is still the poetry itself. In order to show fairness, since it is three people to one, three people do it first and one person does it later, so we can think more Time. "


    After thinking about it, Chen ang opened his mouth quite casually.


    There is no objection to this request. The three young people from Jinling obviously have absolute confidence in themselves. They don''t think that a little more thinking time can make Jiang Fan make any good articles.


    As Chen Ang''s voice fell, the second floor of the whole teahouse fell into silence.


    Whether it was Jiang Fan and Jinling who wrote the poem, or more than a dozen other young men and women in Heyang City, they began to think about Chen Ang''s topic one by one.


    This kind of impromptu poetry is a great test of quick wisdom and experience precipitation, because there is no time to study and ponder words and sentences and can not be modified repeatedly, so there are always more or less defects in poetry.


    In the end, improvised poetry is often compared with who makes more neat and lasting poems.


    If you can have a unique idea in structure, you can often win.


    As for the deeper artistic conception, it is basically difficult to reflect it in the process of impromptu poetry.


    Yuwen and Cheng are all thinking hard. In comparison, Jiang Fan looks too relaxed.


    Strictly speaking, Chen Ang''s topic is not difficult, but because of this, it makes the topic seem too big. It seems that you can write it anyway. On the contrary, it is difficult to come up with a truly brilliant work in a short time.


    Jiang fan doesn''t need to think at all. He just needs to carefully recall those poems he remembers in his mind, and then choose an appropriate one to copy.


    In my own world, all works that can go through the baptism of time and finally pass down can be regarded as real boutiques.


    The only difference is that ''best'' and ''better''.


    "Yes!"


    After a few minutes, Yu Wencheng suddenly slapped himself, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.


    After clearing his throat, Lang said: "a lake, a water, a sand gull, a Cangshan Mountain, a bowl of porridge, a star river and a dog. It''s hard all his life."