Volume 1, Chapter 184 Feng He shows his talent.
"Who's next?"
Li Changling smiled.
But no one in the audience dared to go up.
After all, Lin An’s tone was too high.
Everyone has not yet recovered from the poem.
Naturally, no one stood up.
Feng He looked at Liu Yanyan beside him.
The little girl held her cheeks with her hands and stared at Lin An, her eyes full of stars.
Whispered: "People who can write poetry are really attractive, right?"
Feng He heard this and asked in confusion: "Do you like people who can write poetry?"
Liu Yanyan tilted her head and looked at him with an innocent and bright look on her face.
"Of course, don't you think men who can write poetry are gentle? And romantic."
Feng He nodded subconsciously, Liu Yanyan's words still echoing in his mind.
Moreover, her smile is really sweet.
He gritted his teeth.
His eyes turned to the paper clenched in his hand.
Actually, I can also write poetry, but you don’t know it.
Suddenly his expression changed, and there was determination in his eyes.
Then he stood up suddenly.
"I'll do it."
He has a very loud voice.
It was so loud that it drowned out all the noise present.
His abrupt reaction naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the field.
Li Changling was also stunned. He naturally recognized Feng He.
With such a face, so similar to the current emperor, who else could it be? It can only be the Fourth Prince who is well-known in Kyushu recently.
However, he still pretended to be confused and asked:
"This little brother is......"
"Ye Fenghe."
A small riot broke out at the scene again.
Even King Beimang and Chao Yu looked at him solemnly.
Ye Tingmu's face was filled with horror.
He whispered, "Second brother, don't be impulsive, calm down..."
But Feng He seemed not to hear it.
Because he only heard Liu Yanyan's encouragement.
Liu Yanyan was seen clenching her fists and cheering him up.
"I didn't expect you to write poetry, too. You need to keep working on it..."
Seeing this, Feng He gained even more confidence.
Completely ignoring the persuasion of the Ye family brothers and sisters, he nodded and said, "Yes, I will."
Li Changling said, "Then please, little brother Feng He, recite your work on the stage."
Feng He strode forward without any hesitation.
He was fearless to begin with, so how could he be afraid of such a scene?
This scene was indeed something Ye Tingmu had not expected.
Looking at Feng He walking onto the stage, and Liu Yanyan cheering for Feng He.
He held his forehead helplessly.
"This is considered useless now."
In his opinion, as long as Feng He's poems come out.
I guess the girl just ignored him.
Wan Jin and Lin An looked at Ye Tingmu in confusion and asked in a low voice.
"What happened to my master? Is it that exaggerated?"
Jinghong curled her lips.
"Let's wait and see. Life always needs some excitement."
Qingfeng folded his hands and said in a loud voice: "Exaggeration? Haha... You guys underestimate my second brother's strength too much. It's shocking."
The Ye family brothers and sisters are familiar with Feng He's poems.
That guy is really...hard to describe.
Unlike a few others.
Liu Yanyan, however, was extremely excited, her eyes full of anticipation.
The crowds around also began to talk.
"Isn't this Shangyun Scholar's younger brother?"
"Is this the royal family?"
"royal?"
"Why did I hear people say that he is the Fourth Prince?"
"Don't say that, or you'll lose your head."
"Hey, what do you think of his writing?"
"He's so imposing, I don't think it's a big problem. Look how confident he is."
"Indeed, such calmness and composure is definitely not that of an ordinary person. Look, he didn't even blink from beginning to end."
"I just want to know, how can his knife be so wide?"
Accompanied by the discussion of the crowd.
Feng He walked to the front of the stage.
Then stand still.
He looked down upon the people in front of him with an air of contempt.
Full of domineering.
The style of fearless royalty.
Seeing this, Li Changling couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.
He sighed in his heart, "As expected of a member of the royal family, his aura is truly powerful. I just wonder how his poetry is. I think since he is so confident, it must not be too bad."
He said loudly: "Sir, let's begin."
Feng He nodded and said, "Okay."
Then he followed suit and clasped his fists towards the crowd.
Then he cleared his throat.
Just like the breeze at the beginning, Feng He was also looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
"Look at that sun setting, it's really yellow."
"The wind is blowing really hard today."
“The water in this lake is very clean.”
“There are so many people here.”
"I met a girl."
"That girl is really pretty."
After reading it, he suddenly put away the rice paper in his hand.
Then he looked at Li Changling.
At this time, the small house in the middle of the lake was silent.
Even the mandarin ducks in the river tilted their heads and looked at Feng He.
No one spoke.
quiet!
Deathly quiet!
The group of talented people stood there in a daze, their mouths wide open.
Even the Northern Rogue King was paralyzed.
He was a saint, but at this moment he seemed to be struck by thunder and stood there in a daze.
Ye Tingmu lowered his head and complained in his heart.
"It's so embarrassing. This time it's really embarrassing."
Such a result was both expected and unexpected.
Qingfeng sniffed angrily.
"I told you, my second brother's strength will not cause any accidents."
The others nodded in agreement.
At this moment, they already understood Feng He's strength.
It can be described in four words.
Shocking.
Li Changling's face twitched. If Feng He also called this a poem, then he could only say that he didn't understand poetry.
But what puzzled him was why you were so confident when you wrote like this.
However, for Feng He's understanding.
The so-called poetry is composed of four or six sentences, as long as the number of words in each sentence is the same.
This is what his elder brother told him.
So he believed it without a doubt.
He also thinks that his writing is good.
As for why?
That’s because it was written by Lin An, and even the word count doesn’t match, yet you all said it was good.
Then what I wrote is correct, so it must be better than what he wrote.
This is also the reason why he is so confident.
But at this moment he felt something was wrong.
Why is everyone silent and just looking at me stupidly?
Could it be that what I wrote was so good that it surprised them?
He thought, yes, that was the only possibility.
Seeing Li Changling staring at him without saying a word.
Feng He reminded: "Well, I've finished reading it."
Li Changling came back to his senses and said awkwardly:
"Ah...Okay, Master Feng He can go back now."
He is a prince, and he dare not mock him. Even if what you wrote is bad, I can't say it is not right.
And judging from his courage, he will definitely achieve great things in the future.
Feng He scratched his head, puzzled.
Did this person forget to say that it is well written?
He clearly said it when Lin An came up, is that strange?
However, he still walked back amid the confused and astonished gazes of the crowd.
Different from other people's surprise, astonishment and speechlessness.
But Liu Yanyan had a smile on her face.
As soon as Feng He came back, she cheered and said, "Is the girl in your poem about me?"
Feng He scratched his head uncomfortably.
"right."
“It’s really well written.”
"Hehe...it's okay."
"I feel great, keep going."
Feng He straightened his back and nodded heavily.
"Yeah, I will."
These words fell into the ears of everyone.
That look was even more confused than before.
A look of disbelief.
Ye Tingmu was swallowing his saliva frantically, staring at the two people who were talking and laughing.
I was shocked.
"Fuck... this works too."
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