Poetry? I Know a Little

With permission granted, Cui Lin immediately left his seat and walked toward the stone platform.

As she passed by Hua Qiang, she paused, a hint of jealousy and hostility flashing in her eyes as she looked at Hua Qiang.

Hua Qiang sensed Cui Lin's hostility, but although he didn't know why the other party had such a psychological reaction to him, he completely ignored it.

He's just a clown.

Stepping onto the stone platform, Cui Lin picked up a writing brush and looked at the audience below. "Everyone, I have prepared a poem for you all to enjoy!"

He then began to write at length.

At dawn, I gaze upon the Cangshan Mountains, where the deep forest echoes with the sounds of birdsong.

The stream flows between the stones, and the clouds drift leisurely.

Books are laid out before me, words and phrases connecting my thoughts.

Far from the dust and turmoil, my heart yearns for a quiet place to rest.

After finishing writing, he put down his pen, crossed his arms, and showed a satisfied expression.

He seemed to have anticipated that everyone would praise his poems, and his eyes revealed an undisguised sense of pride.

Two maids showed Long Yanran the poem written by Cui Lin.

After looking at it, Long Yanran nodded slightly and gestured for the maid to put it away.

Since Cui Lin started, everyone else was eager to try their hand at writing their own masterpieces.

Soon, one poem after another was freshly written, and then these people looked at Long Yanran with burning eyes, wanting to gain her appreciation and praise.

This is the Grand Princess of the royal family, the most beloved person of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor.

To gain her favor would be to rise to the top in one step.

Long Mo'er didn't seem very interested in this scene, and just ate and chatted with Hua Qiang.

The expression on his face alone was enough to convey the word "happiness".

This made many people with high hormone levels extremely envious, and it also aroused great jealousy in their hearts.

Ao Miaomiao and Ao Shanshan found this kind of occasion quite novel and were very excited watching the scene on stage.

Suddenly, Hua Qiang felt that several people were looking at him with very unfriendly, even hostile, eyes.

A slight smile played on his lips, and a hint of anticipation flashed across his face.

Someone's up to no good again!

Sure enough, several people walked towards him.

"Brother, judging from your fair complexion, you must be an educated person, right?"

"You probably know a little bit about composing poems, right?"

"We have all written our own works, which, although not very mature, are still respectable."

"Brother, you didn't come here just to join the fun and freeload, did you?"

"How about you sing one too, so we can see your talent, brother?"

"Well... you're not going to say you can't compose poetry, are you?"

That would make us think you're weird, and we might even look down on you.

"As a man, I'm sure you wouldn't want others to say you're not good enough, right? Ah... hahaha!"

The group became increasingly excited as they talked, and even burst into laughter.

Ao Shanshan was immediately displeased. These people were despicable, daring to come to her door to cause trouble and humiliate her Eldest Brother. How could she tolerate it?

She immediately grabbed his slender waist with her left hand. Then, she drew a circle around the group of people with her right index finger and said angrily, "It's just writing a few broken characters, what's so difficult about that?"

My Eldest Brother is incredibly learned. He's a master of both martial arts and other skills; there's nothing he can't do, in this world or on earth.

Once my Eldest Brother makes his move, you'll be nothing but trash in an instant. Let's see if you can still laugh then.

Honestly, I've never seen such an ungrateful person, coming here looking for trouble!

"Eldest Brother, go! Take them all down!"

Hua Qiang felt a sudden darkness fall over his head, as if several crows were circling overhead.

This little girl, why does she always cause him trouble, and the kind of trouble where she digs a hole for him?

If you're so confident in yourself, what if you don't actually know how?

However, that's impossible.

Coming from Earth, his mind was filled with a lot of poetry and songs.

There are countless Tang and Song dynasty poems, lyrics, songs, Ming and Qing dynasty novels, and Hyundai online novels.

These people felt humiliated after being robbed by Ao Shanshan, but they were too proud of their status to argue with a child.

They then turned their attention to Hua Qiang, further escalating their attacks.

"Come on, let's see what you're really made of, brother?"

Hua Qiang was speechless at this moment; this was a situation he couldn't get past.

He glanced at the group and said calmly, "I have only a slight understanding of poetry and prose."

Oh? Hahaha!

The group became even more excited upon hearing what Hua Qiang said.

"Slightly knowledgeable" means only knowing a little bit; to put it bluntly, it means not knowing anything at all.

Then they should push him onto the stage and embarrass him to avenge the inexplicable envy, jealousy, and hatred that welled up in their hearts.

If Hua Qiang knew what they were thinking, he would definitely scoff. They can't even understand a humble word. Are their brains made of solid wood?

Long Yanran watched the scene below the stage, a meaningful smile appearing on her face.

She harbored some resentment towards Hua Qiang, who had swindled her out of so much money and drained her Little Gold.

On the surface, she appeared casual and indifferent, but in reality, she was seething with hatred.

If she weren't wary of his fighting skills, she would have beaten him up, let alone given that scoundrel nephew any money to cover his debts.

Now that someone is causing him trouble and trying to embarrass him, she is actually happy to see it happen, and even looking forward to it.

Hua Qiang slowly walked onto the stage, while Ao Shanshan bounced around him.

She was so excited, as if she were the one going on stage to write poetry.

He picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, cleared his throat, and slowly began to speak, "I recently had a sudden inspiration and wrote a clumsy poem. I hope you will all offer your valuable advice."

After saying that, he recited the poem with great emotion, his movements flowing like a dragon and a phoenix.

"Jade palaces and jade terraces amidst clouds and mist"

Her graceful figure and ethereal dance were captivating.

The stream flows gently, and the flowers are like brocade.

Jade butterflies flutter, willows sway like smoke.

The fairies laughed and chatted sweetly.

The gentle splash of the spiritual spring moistens her rosy cheeks.

This place is like a dream, and my heart is captivated.

I'd rather forsake fleeting fame and live a life of leisure among the clouds.

As Hua Qiang recited, everyone seemed to be transported to a picturesque fairyland.

Before my eyes, there seemed to be a magnificent palace shrouded in mist, where fairies dressed in flowing robes frolicked among the flowers and willows, their silvery laughter echoing in the air.

After the poem was finished, everyone was taken aback at first, then they clapped and praised it. "Wonderful! This poem has an ethereal and beautiful imagery, and the fairyland it depicts is so lifelike that it makes you feel as if you are there!" An old man stroked his beard and exclaimed in admiration.

"The description of the fairies playing together is particularly vivid: 'The fairies laugh and talk sweetly, and the spring water splashes gently, moistening their rosy cheeks,' which perfectly captures the fairies' liveliness and cuteness."

A young scholar's eyes were filled with admiration.

"Moreover, the word choice is exquisite, 'magnificent and beautiful,' perfectly capturing the splendor of the fairyland. I admire it greatly; I am no match for it!"

Another scholar couldn't help but give a thumbs up, praising it sincerely.

Hua Qiang smiled modestly and clasped his hands in thanks, "You flatter me. It was just a spontaneous thought. I hope you will offer your valuable opinions."

The crowd then gathered around the poem and began a lively discussion, filling the pavilion with exclamations of appreciation and admiration.