"you!"
Nangong Wuxiang was choked by Chen Yu and was so angry that he was speechless.
But then he sneered.
"Oh, you want me to be your dog? Are you worthy of that, sir? I'm looking forward to admiring your masterpiece."
Chen Yu didn't say anything, just smiled and picked up the pen again.
The theme of the second piece is rhapsody.
As the name suggests, wild thinking means unrestrained and unfettered.
And in this regard, who can compare with Li Bai?
Chen Yu started to paint without any hesitation.
“Have you not seen the Yellow River’s waters coming from heaven, rushing to the sea and never returning?”
"Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned to white in the evening?"
"When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest; don't let your golden cup face the moon empty."
"I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."
. . . . . .
In just a moment, the poem "Song of the Wine" was written with great grace.
The moment the text was completed, the literary spirit surged and the golden light shone brightly.
The paper floated up again, illuminating the sky.
In the royal capital, the sky changed again.
The roaring river hangs in the sky.
The sound of rushing water resounded throughout the royal capital.
A golden plaque stood proudly in the sky, with Li Bai's "Song of the Wine" written on it.
Several figures of scholars were holding wine glasses in the sky, looking unrestrained.
He drank glass after glass of wine with a big laugh and recited "Song of the Wine" aloud.
That bold and free-spirited look is enviable.
People had just come back to their senses from the previous magnificent vision when they were shocked again.
"My God, this, this is such a free and unrestrained poem."
"If life can be like this, what else can I ask for?"
Exclamations echoed throughout the streets of the royal capital.
"Is this another eternal classic he wrote?"
Ying Luo stood on the terrace, looking up at the sky, looking a little intoxicated.
What great words, what an incredible piece of work.
How could someone write such lyrics?
After the previous vision disappeared, she realized that it was the appearance of the eternal classic being born.
Looking across the Qin Dynasty, who else besides Chen Yu could write such heroic and fearless poems?
This song is bold and unrestrained, as if it does not take the world into consideration, yet it has an endless sense of pride.
Only Chen Yu can write with such a broad mind!
However, the time between these two poems is too short.
"Is this really written by that Wenxuan Gong?"
Aunt Liu stood beside Ying Luo, looking at the strange phenomenon in the sky with some curiosity.
"It must be him! Who else could have written such a magnificent chapter?"
Yingluo is very confident.
"Even if you were a great scholar in the past, it was already a rare achievement to have a poem that would become a classic in your lifetime."
"Not only did he write two, but he also wrote them so close together. It's incredible! How did he do it?"
Ying Luo's figure was trembling with excitement.
Um?
Aunt Liu looked at Ying Luo in surprise, with a playful smile on her face.
"Luoluo, could this Wenxuan Guild be just a facade? Maybe it wasn't written by him, but by someone else?"
"Impossible! Absolutely not!"
Ying Luo spoke hastily, "Apart from him, I don't believe anyone else in the world can write such a chapter!"
"Oh? Really? Luoluo, are you attracted to him? I've never seen you defend someone so much."
Aunt Liu joked.
There were only two of them on the terrace, so they were not worried about others hearing what they said.
Tengleng!
Ying Luo's face suddenly turned red. He bit his lower lip lightly and stared at the ground with his eyes wandering.
"Aunt Liu, what are you talking about? I, I just value his talent and know his strength."
"oh???"
Aunt Liu smiled even more brightly, but she already had some ideas in her mind.
Perhaps, the Wenxuan Guild is a good match for Yingluo?
Lord Wenxuan, if you knew Luoluo's true appearance and figure, I wonder if you would be eager to get Luoluo?
You definitely will!
Aunt Liu was very confident.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Li Gao stood in the yard, looking up at the strange phenomenon in the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Chen Yu, is this something you made?"
"A classic of all ages? You're truly amazing. Ha, but so what? In this world, strength is the only truth."
"So what if I write a few poems to pass on to future generations? Can I really go against the immortal sect? Haha, you are so young, so young."
Shaking his head, Li Gao didn't take Chen Yu to heart and turned back to the house.
Just after Chen Yu wrote the two poems, something strange happened in an abandoned yard in the backyard of Tingchao Yaju.
The gate of the courtyard was locked with heavy iron chains, looking eerie and mysterious.
The ground in the yard was covered with thick fallen leaves.
And in a dilapidated room in the yard, there was a long sword.
The sword was covered in dust and its original appearance could no longer be seen.
However, with the appearance of Chen Yu's two poems, the sword suddenly trembled.
The dust fell off, and an extremely sharp cold light suddenly appeared!
No one knows all this.
In the lobby of Tingchao Yaju.
The scene was dead silent.
Everyone looked at Chen Yu with disbelief in their eyes.
How could one person write two timeless classics in such a short time?
This is simply a miracle.
Shen Chen was so excited that he almost fell to his knees.
Yin Zhao and the other three were overjoyed.
I thought it was an impossible task, but it turned out to be so easy to complete?
In the lobby, Chen Yu was looking at Nangong Wuxiang with amusement.
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