While Zhou Yun started writing, the entire second floor held his breath and watched him splashing ink.

Liu San and Monk Jiang have a good relationship with Zhou Yun, and at this moment, they have come to the front for a sneak peek.

Shi Lin and they were not on the same side, but they were happy to see the hunt and walked forward.

Zhou Yun is a talented man who is famous in the capital. Every time his poems are written, they will be sung in the capital for a year and a half.

Although the people present at this time were mainly girls from the Red Chamber, people were sent from other brothels.

All these girls hope that this poem by Zhou Da Caizi was written for themselves.

"Aha, I know what this word is touched!" Monk Jiang suddenly smiled with his hands.

Liu San saw it and nodded repeatedly.

When Shi Lin saw this word, his eyes were emitting light.

Zhou Yun put the pen down and looked at the words she had just written, and seemed to be very satisfied, with a slightly smile on her face.

Immediately someone stepped forward and gently dried the ink marks with a small fan.

While slapping, the man couldn't help reading: "Watching the rain in the quiet mountains

The green peaks cross the clouds, and the quiet valleys dance back to the wind. The mountain god helps me wonder and evokes the blue sky dragon. The lightning strikes the golden snake thousands of feet, the thunder shakes the spirit turtles, and it is ruthless to collapse the sky. The silver water pours out and pours into the Baolian Palace.

The guest sits in the middle, and the green is lush and the rushing flood. The world should lose its chopsticks, and this place is calm. It washes away dust and dirt, moistens and burns, and creates do not express its merits. The sky suddenly clears, and the sun is in the east of the five clouds."

Those who read are ups and downs.

After hearing this word, everyone here suddenly stopped talking and savored it carefully.

"The word "Young Master" is extremely gorgeous. I wonder if I can try it?" Yan Rui first broke the silence and looked at Zhou Yun with a clever smile.

"It is a great honor to be able to enter the girl's eyes and sing it out of the girl's mouth." Although Zhou Yun was proud of her heart, her face was indeed humble.

Over there, Yan Rui tuned the piano and tried to sing a few sentences. The feeling of the lingering sound surrounding the beam had already appeared.

All the literati shook their heads and looked fascinated.

Liu San and Monk Jiang smiled and said, "This is an old story that my brothers and three of them were wandering leisurely in Jingshan and were blocked by the heavy rain. Unexpectedly, after writing it in Brother Zhiyuan, it was a unique passion."

When the two of them said this, everyone even became enthusiastic.

Lu Chan whispered in Qi Xiaotian's ear: "This poem is written so well, and Zhou Yun is worthy of being a talented man."

Qi Xiaotian curled his lips and said nothing.

Sometimes, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.

"Please give your highness a comment on Zhou Caizi's poem "Seeing the Rain in the Mountains."

The sound was abrupt, and there were many people on the second floor, all of whom were praising Zhou Yun.

Many people hummed this lyrics together in Yan Rui's tune.

So no one paid attention to the source of the sound.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Qi Xiaotian.

There were also a few people who had just written poems and the worthless guys who were praised by Qi Xiaotian even looked at them with a provocative meaning.

Zhou Yun also looked at Qi Xiaotian with a smile. Although she was humble on her face, she was full of disdain in her heart.

"What's this word..." Qi Xiaotian paused.

Everyone saw him speak and suddenly became quiet.

Even Yan Rui, who was playing and singing, looked over and wanted to see if this unique Prince An would make a shocking speech.

Qi Xiaotian nodded with satisfaction before saying, "This poem is naturally better than the nonsense ones I wrote before. But..."

When everyone heard this, they were already in an uproar.

Even Zhou Yun's face changed slightly, and the scholar's spirit could no longer be suppressed.

"Don't make trouble, everyone, don't make trouble, listen to King An's words." At this time, King Xiang Lu Chan naturally came out to be a peace dealer.

He had already seen that Qi Xiaotian's poisonous tongue would not let Zhou Yun go.

Zhou Yun’s word is indeed good. If Qi Xiaotian talks nonsense, it will definitely arouse public anger.

At that time, the prince will verbally fight against scholars and slander scholars, and even the emperor will be afraid.

Qi Xiaotian sneered and said, "This word is indeed extremely gorgeous, but what else can be used to besides being gorgeous?"

"How can one describe a glorious way to express one's thoughts? Zhiyuan is ambition. How can it be simply a description of the scenery?" Liu San's hands were trembling with anger.

Although Monk Jiang has a reputation as a monk, his qi cultivation skills are extremely poor. He said directly: "Your Highness always evaluates others. Can you show off your own reputation? It's not in vain for the word of mouth these days!"

"That's right, if you have the ability to write it yourself. Can you blame others if you do it if you do it?"

"I think the reputation is mostly false."

At this point, everyone no longer cared about the identity of the prince or the King An, and started shouting.

Even the people downstairs squeezed to the stairs, some of whom were condemning and watching the fun.

For a time, King An's Wensheng and virtue were both questioned by everyone.

Shi Lin wanted to mediate several times.

But everyone was in a state of great enthusiasm, and with a lot of people, no one listened to him.

Upstairs and downstairs, people secretly provoked them to see this situation and laughed secretly.

King Xiang Lu Chan also pretended to be sad and said, "Brother, you have offended these Wensheng today. If you want to suppress them, you may only surpass them in terms of talent."

"King Xiang said it well. I dare not ask King An to surpass Zhou Caizi. I only ask you to make a comparative poem, even if I have no eyes." Someone took the lead and shouted.

Qi Xiaotian's venomous tongue commented, and every sentence was filled with rough and dirty words.

Everyone thought that King An was a complete fool and had no literary talent in his stomach.

"Boss, why don't we go. My followers who can fight are all outside. A greeting can shock these dog scholars." Wei Qing has made trouble with many literary meetings, but this is the first time he has seen such a scene.

Chen Jia and Bai Yi unconsciously approached Qi Xiaotian to prevent any scholar from hurting others.

At this moment, dozens or hundreds of Confucian scholars targeted one person.

The people targeted at this moment were just watching them making noise with endless contempt on their faces.

Only when you move and remain calm can you show your grandeur.

"Have great ambitions, right?" Qi Xiaotian's voice suddenly arose, and he said, "What ambition? Rebellion and rebellion?"

“…”

With just one sentence, everyone like Confucian scholars immediately calmed down.

As soon as the four words "rebellion and rebellion" came out, even Lu Chan's heart was shocked.

Zhou Yun even shook her body and sat in her own position.

The scholars even kept silent and dared not say a word of unnecessary nonsense.

The most taboo and fearful thing in the imperial family is four words.

If you press these four words on whom, it will be a serious crime of siege and extermination of the family.

Zhou Yun is just a scholar, and she is full of energy when she is good at writing and poetry. But when it comes to courage, she really has no chance.

Looking at the change of color, Qi Xiaotian's contempt was even stronger.

He stood up and said, "That's the fundamental reason for what you learned. You literati are all right, and you can write a few sour poems, sigh at the lack of talent or ambition, and give guidance to the country and make a name for yourself. It's so ridiculous."

"I just said casually that I rebel and plotted against you, and you were so scared like a grandson. It was really sad."

"If Da Yong hopes that the country will be destroyed, he may not be far away. The so-called scholars who ruin the country will be like this."

Qi Xiaotian suddenly became cold and had a beast-like aura on his body.

All the Confucian scholars were born in a safe capital, and they had never seen such a vicious spirit. They were all silent.

"I have become famous these days. It's not my original wish. But today, if I don't leave one or two famous quotes, I'm afraid you will not be convinced."

"Come on, serve the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Qi Xiaotian roared arrogantly.
Chapter completed!