After reading a poem, Yu Wencheng stood tall and looked quite satisfied with his work.


    Lu Xuezhen and Dong Fangshu were the first to applaud, and they immediately began to compliment Yu Wencheng''s poem.


    The people standing behind Jiang Fan looked at each other.


    They didn''t think the poem was particularly good. At best, it seemed to be neat.


    The structure is also quite new. Everything else seems... Very general?


    But Yuwen became famous outside, so the people standing behind Jiang Fan didn''t dare to say anything. They just looked at Chen ang one after another and wanted to hear what the famous former imperial Master said.


    However, when they turned to look at Chen ang, they found that there was no expression change on Chen Ang''s face.


    There seems to be no intention to comment. Obviously, this poem has not had any emotional impact on the formation of Chen ang.


    "Boss Chen, what do you think of my poem?"


    Yu Wencheng didn''t notice this. Seeing that Chen ang didn''t say anything, he directly asked with great expectation.


    Obviously, I have great confidence in my impromptu poems.


    "HMM... it''s OK. The structure is good, and the inlaying method is also eye-catching. However, the whole poem is not neat, and the choice of words and sentences is too deliberate. But considering the limitations of impromptu poetry, I can barely give a comment."


    Chen ang raised his eyelids and said with a little hesitation.


    "Medium? Just medium? Boss Chen, don''t measure us by your own level. Everyone knows that few people in the whole week can match you in your ability to write poetry and fill in words. If you measure it according to your own level, none of us can get a good evaluation."


    Yuwen Chenggan smiled and said that he was somewhat dissatisfied with Chen Ang''s evaluation.


    "I didn''t measure it according to my own level. I measured it according to the general level. This poem is basically good for nothing except the inlaid structure."


    Chen ang glanced at Yu Wen Cheng and said impolitely.


    Yu Wencheng''s face was stiff. He smiled and stopped talking.


    "And you? Young man, do you have any poetry?"


    Chen ang turned to Jiang Fan and asked.


    "Ah... It''s really a mosaic structure."


    Jiang Fan nodded with a smile.


    Inspired by Yu Wencheng, he suddenly thought of a poem that is not famous but of high standard.


    Among all the poems inlaid with numbers, this poem can be called the first!


    "It''s also a mosaic structure? Oh, you''re blowing too much? It''s estimated that it''s too difficult for you to compose poetry impromptu? So I don''t have a clue for a while. After listening to my poem, I want to write a copy? Tut Tut, do you really think the mosaic structure is very simple? I tell you, the mosaic structure is much more difficult than ordinary poems!"


    Yu Wencheng sneered and directly vented his dissatisfaction with Chen ang on Jiang Fan.


    Jiang Fan took a look at Yu Wen Cheng and did not refute. Instead, he directly recited: "a coir, a hat, a boat, a Zhang silk Lun, an inch hook. A song, a bottle of wine, a person fishing alone... A Jiang autumn."


    At the end of the sentence, Chen ang, who had no spirit, brightened his eyes in an instant!


    Although other people in the teahouse can''t tell how exquisite this poem is at first glance, they all think that Jiang Fan''s poem is much better than Yu Wencheng''s!


    Even Yu Wencheng himself and two other young people from Jinling share the same view.


    But everyone still subconsciously turned around and looked at Chen ang.


    "Good poem! Fishermen fishing, drinking and singing. The autumn scenery of a river is enjoyed by one person. Although they are free and unfettered, they inevitably hide a lot of bleakness and loneliness!"


    "The first two sentences are almost in line, but the last two sentences have infinite meaning. The last sentence ''fishing for a river and autumn alone'' seems to be a return, but this'' fishing ''is no longer the other'' fishing ''. Enjoying a river and autumn scenery and feeling a river and autumn scenery are'' virtual and real contrast ''. It can be called everyone''s handwriting!"


    Chen ang seems to have a lot of spirit. While talking, two eyes reading the vicissitudes of life constantly patrol Jiang Fan, as if they want to see through Jiang Fan as a whole.


    At the same time, he said, "young man, what''s your name?"


    "Boss Chen, do you want to ask my name now?"


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    "Of course! I''ve lived for so many years and I don''t know how many people I''ve met. If everyone has to know their names, I won''t be tired to death. Of course, only names worth remembering need to be asked."


    Chen ang said proudly.


    "So my name is worth remembering?"


    "Yes, it''s worth it just by virtue of this poem!"


    Chen ang nodded.


    "Jiang Fan, the river of the river, the ordinary fan."


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    He suddenly found that the former Taixue Taifu was not a nuisance.


    Just have a different talent, naturally there will be some different temperaments.


    A poem by Wang Shizhen, a poet in the early Qing Dynasty, entitled "fishing alone in the autumn river" conquered the former Imperial College Master. I really don''t know how shocked the former Imperial College Master would be if he took out Li Bai and Du Fu''s poems.


    "Jiang Fan? Yes, I remember your name. First question, winner, Jiang Fan."


    After reading it silently, Chen ang nodded, and then directly announced the test results of the first poem.


    The people standing behind Jiang Fan immediately cheered.


    Even if they all think Jiang Fan''s poems are better, they still feel a little uneasy without Chen ang announcing the results.


    Yu Wencheng''s face was ugly, as if it was going to drip water. Listening to the cheers around him, he only felt very harsh.


    I couldn''t help gritting my teeth and said, "Lord Chen, I think this judgment is biased. He uses the same structure as me and is obviously imitating my poetry! Even if his poetry is really better than mine, considering the problem of imitation, it should be a tie?"


    "Tie?"


    Chen ang glanced at Yu Wen and said with disdain: "there is such a big gap between the two poems. Do you mean to say tie? Do you want to tie? Yes, you can write another one according to this format. As long as you can reach the level of Jiang Fan''s poetry, I''ll be your tie. See if it''s the same imitation, how can you do it?"


    Yu Wencheng''s mouth was slightly open, and the whole person immediately felt embarrassed.


    He knew in his heart that even if he had enough time to carve and polish the level of Jiang Fan''s poem, it was almost impossible to make it, not to mention this kind of improvisation.


    Even if it''s imitation, it''s useless without enough level


    The man facing Lao Cheng reached out and patted Yu Wencheng on the shoulder, alleviating Yu Wencheng''s embarrassment.


    Then he bowed to Chen ang and said, "don''t quarrel with Yuwen, boss. He has a quick temper and can''t avoid losing his order. The first question is that we lost. Please give me the second question."