Kidnapped by Princess Changle at the beginning

Kong Yingda is also a person who has practiced for many years. He saw Chen Chufeng's calm and calm appearance, and he had a subtle feeling in his heart.

He couldn't help asking: "Boy, the old man hasn't come to teach you these few days, aren't you angry?"

Chen Chu waved his hand: "I've already said that I can learn by myself, so why bother you."

Kong Yingda's eyebrows twitched.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What about the bet?"

Chen Chu smiled slightly: "Sorry, I won."

"How is it possible...Your Majesty asked me to take you to the Tai Chi Hall tomorrow. He wants to personally test your knowledge. You can deceive the old man, but you can't deceive Your Majesty, right?" Kong Yingda stared at Chen Chu and said.

Chen Chu asked: "Old Kong, what do you think is learning poetry?"

Kong Yingda explained: "Poetry is a complicated subject. You need to learn every word and the rhythm of poetry..."

He blah blah blah blah blah.

Chen Chu interrupted: "Old Kong, just say, if a person can write poems, does that count as learning?"

Kong Yingda knew that Chen Chu had two poems, but he felt that Chen Chu learned them by accident, and he couldn't count them.

So he shook his head: "It doesn't count, it's nothing to write a few poems, at least ten poems are enough..."

"Ten poems? Are you sure?" Chen Chu asked hastily.

"certainly……"

Chen Chu turned around and shouted: "Chu Bi, take care of your pen and ink!"

Cheng Chubi from outside the yard ran in and brought paper and pen.

Kong Yingda was taken aback and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Chen Chudao: "Write poetry!"

Kong Yingda was shocked: "You boy, is this how you write poems? Don't you need to bathe and burn incense, meditate for a few days, ponder over and over again, and ponder over and over again in your heart before writing poems?"

Chen Chu waved his hand, "You're talking about ordinary people, it doesn't apply to me, old Kong, look..."

Kong Yingda looked down, and saw that Chen Chu had already filled a piece of paper with just these two sentences.

Even though he had been with Chen Chu for a long time, he still felt that Chen Chu's words were like ghostly symbols.

wrong!

Suddenly his eyes widened.

This is not a ghost character.

This is a poem.

He couldn't help chanting: "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, it is suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, look down at the hometown..."

Gee.

What a poem!

The language is simple and straightforward.

But the feeling of homesickness is vividly expressed.

Kong Yingda looked at Chen Chu in surprise.

this kid...

Can it be exported as poetry?

His mood was beyond shock.

This is so incredible.

Chen Chu asked: "Old Kong, how about this poem?"

Although Kong Yingda didn't want to admit it, she nodded in the end: "Good poem, good poem!"

Chen Chu pouted.

This is the masterpiece of Shixian Baige.

In later generations, primary school students will memorize works by heart.

In this era, it is an absolutely dazzling pearl.

As long as you are not a fool, you can see the extraordinary in it.

Chen Chu said in his heart: Poet Immortal, Lao Li, Lao Bai, Brother Bai, I'm really sorry, the world is in a hurry, I used your poems in advance.

Chen Chu said: "Actually, there is another expression in this poem. Let me tell you, the moonlight is bright in front of the bed, huh? It's frost on the ground..."

Kong Yingda: "..."

Chen Chu said again: "There is another version, the moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, a couple of dogs and men, and you are among them!"

puff!

"Hahaha……"

Cheng Chubi beside him burst into laughter.

Kong Yingda almost vomited blood.

He had known for a long time that Chen Chu's crooked poetry ability had spoiled a lot of good poems, but he didn't expect that he would even crook his own poems when he became so ruthless.

After a long time, Kong Yingda came back to her senses, and said unwillingly: "This song doesn't explain anything, maybe you prepared it in advance..."

Chen Chu smiled slightly.

With one stroke of the pen.

In a short time, the second poem was written.

Kong Yingda took a closer look and said in amazement: "Chun Mian doesn't feel the dawn, I hear birds singing everywhere, and the sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall!"

Kong Yingda was shocked again.

He looked at Chen Chu like a monster.

This song "Spring Dawn" is completely different from the song "Quiet Night Thoughts" just now. I can't say which one is better, anyway, each has its own merits.

He smacked his lips and said, "Boy, don't tell me, there is another version of this poem."

Chen Chu laughed: "Old Kong, you are right, there really are, listen carefully, Chunmian does not wake up, mosquitoes bite everywhere, Yelai slaps applause, I don't know how many people died."

"Hahaha……"

Cheng Chubi smirked again.

Kong Yingda was completely convinced.

Not only can a poem come at your fingertips, but it can also have several versions.

Is that human being?

At this time, Chen Chu lowered his head and splashed ink again.

Immediately, a song "Recalling Shandong Brothers on September [-]th" was completed.

Chen Chu didn't stop, and continued to write.

Then there is a "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"!

Kong Yingda had just finished reading, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Chen Chu's next poem "Autumn Evening" completed again.

Seeing that Chen Chu was about to pick up his pen again, Kong Yingda collapsed.

He grabbed Chen Chu's sleeve and shouted: "Boy, don't write anymore, don't write anymore, the old man is convinced, can't the old man be convinced?"

He was afraid that if Chen Chu continued to write, he would die of excitement.

"Quiet Night Thoughts"!

"Spring Dawn"!

"Recalling Shandong Brothers on September [-]th"!

"Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"!

"Autumn Evening"!

Kong Yingda looked at the five poems in a mess.

He has seen people with brilliant poetic talents, and there are not a few of them.

But those people, maybe months, maybe years, can produce a masterpiece.

Fortunately, Chen Chu, within half an hour, the five poems came out.

Every song can be sung through the ages.

And let no one live?

He asked curiously: "Boy, these five poems of yours have very different styles, completely different, you... how did you do it?"

Chen Chu said indifferently: "I'm not talented enough, I'll let you in on a secret. In fact, I'm a fusion of poetry fairy, poet sage, poet Buddha, poet ghost, etc., teach me? Are you afraid?"

Teach me, are you afraid?

In one sentence, Kong Yingda was stopped.

He's messed up again.

If he had known that this guy was a madman who wrote poetry, he would not have boasted in front of His Majesty Li Er to teach Chen Chu.

At this moment, Chen Chu suddenly asked loudly: "Old Kong, are you convinced?"

Kong Yingda nodded subconsciously: "I accept it, I accept it."

Ding!

"Congratulations to the host, you have completed the task of defeating Kong Yingda with poetry."

"Mission reward: the complete copy of "Disciple Rules."

The system sound suddenly sounded.

Chen Chu turned on the system, only to see that the system's rewards had appeared.

It is a virtual "Disciple Regulations".

He clicks lightly.

Swish.

Suddenly, there was a lot of information in Chen Chu's mind.

He mastered the entire "Disciple Regulations".

"Disciple rules, sage instruction. Filial piety first, trustworthiness second..."

Each sentence was engraved in Chen Chu's mind.

His brain is like a hard drive.

Before changing it, he would definitely yell: This thing is useless!

Can't be used to make money!

He couldn't let himself marry Li Lizhi as soon as possible.

But now, Chen Chu looked at Kong Yingda with a smile.

Sure enough, Kong Yingda on the side suddenly said at this moment: "Boy, I admit that your poetic talent is already the best in the world, and no one can match it, but don't forget, what Your Majesty asked me to teach you is not only poetry, but also poetry." With manners..."

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Chapter 134

Kong Yingda suddenly remembered that Chen Chu had to teach poetry and etiquette.

In other words, no matter how good Chen Chu's poetry is, if one thing is missing, it still won't work.

In the end, he still won the bet.

As he said that, he looked at Chen Chu arrogantly.