Jiang Ming laughed and said, "Boss Dong, you don't need to be too perfectionistic. As long as it's neat and rhyming, that's fine!"

"Hiss~!" Dong Shan was still clicking his teeth, frowning, and still couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

"I've got it!"

Ji Bochang laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of being crushed to pieces, your grandfather is my father!"

"Cough cough!"

Jiang Ming suppressed a laugh, coughed twice to maintain his composure, and said, "The Prefect's response counts, doesn't it, Lord Zhao? At least it rhymes and is well-structured!"

"Uh-huh!"

Zhao Yong nodded: "The artistic conception of poetry is another level. Let's start with the most basic things: neatness and rhyme. The Prefect has achieved both of these!"

"Yes!"

Jiang Ming laughed and said, "It's like an exam; at the very least, you shouldn't hand in a blank paper, right? But for this round, I think Boss Dong isn't ready yet, so I'll give him a new question!"

"Interesting! Interesting!"

Ji Bochang won a game and danced with joy.

Jiang Ming pondered for a moment and said, "A strong wind rises and the clouds fly... Mr. Dong, please?"

"this......?"

Dong Shan was scratching his head in frustration, swallowing hard.

The eyes are the windows to the soul... His eyes were filled with anxiety, tension, and helplessness.

At this point, Jiang Ming was 100% certain that this bastard was a good-for-nothing, a complete waste, and full of shit!

Jin Feng admires his literary talent? That's just nonsense.

It seems that someone must have written a poem for him beforehand, which he then used to fool Jin Feng.

After interacting with Jin Feng, Jiang Ming could tell that Jin Feng was not someone who didn't know what was good for her!

It's clear that the person who helped Dong Shan write poetry behind the scenes must be quite extraordinary!

"Well, Young Master Dong? Have you figured it out yet?" Jiang Ming asked with a smile.

"Hiss~! Wait, let me think about it..."

Dong Shan muttered the line "The wind rises and the clouds fly" with a miserable expression. At this moment, he couldn't even recite a doggerel at the level of Ji Bochang!

Sometimes, being able to compose a limerick is a skill, or even a talent!

Ji Bochang was very skilled in this area!

Unfortunately, Dong Shan couldn't even do that!

"Oh dear! What's so difficult about that?"

Ji Bochang said with a disdainful look, "When the wind rises, the clouds fly; he's forgotten his mother after marrying a wife!"

"Wow! Beautiful!"

Jiang Ming applauded Ji Bochang, and even Lord Zhao Yong nodded knowingly with a smile on his face.

"Sir..."

Dong Shan was also somewhat unconvinced and retorted, "Then why don't you finish this line, 'When the wind rises, dust flies'?"

"My might extends throughout the land, I return to my homeland!" Jiang Ming blurted out, and then recited the entire "Song of the Great Wind" by Emperor Gaozu of Han: "Where can I find brave warriors to guard the four directions!"

"Good! So impressive!"

Zhao Yong clapped his hands excitedly: "It's been a long time since I've heard such inspiring poetry! Between the lines, it's filled with the aura of an emperor who looks down upon the world!"

Even Ji Bochang was dumbfounded, mechanically clapping his hands and saying, "Master, you are truly a genius! Even our King couldn't compose such a spirited poem!"

"Oh......"

Dong Shan shook his head and gave a self-deprecating smile: "Your Excellency is a prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, so it's normal for your poetry to have an imperial air about it. How can we ordinary people compare to you?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the entire private room fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze.