Seeing the puzzled eyes of everyone in the teahouse, Cao Hua thought for a little while and said casually:

"Well... there are many spies in the Eagle Claw Room. It's normal for you to not know about the new words that Mrs. Li just wrote."

Everyone suddenly realized that this was the case. Everyone knew about the magical powers of Diankui Si. Even the adults asked the maid to sleep at night. It was not surprising that they were well-informed.

Zhao Kai nodded and chuckled: "Cao Hua, don't fool people casually. Just say the whole word."

"The wind hangs, dust and fragrance are gone, and I'm tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different and people are gone. Everything is gone, and tears flow first when I want to speak. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I also want to travel to a light boat. I'm afraid that the small boat in Shuangxi will not carry many sorrows."

Everyone nodded. The lyrics did have the style of Li Qingzhao, and it seemed that what they said was not false.

Next two more rounds.

After all, Fan Chenglin could not compare to Chen Qiming. He had to sit down after holding on to a poem for a long time.

As Fan Chenglin sat down, everyone's faces changed a little.

Chen Qiming didn't speak at the last flower meeting, so he couldn't judge the level. This time, the north-south battle would probably really fall into the hands of Chen Qiming, the "No. 1 talented man in Jiangning".

Zhao Kai's set of hairpins had already been lost. He glared at Fan Chenglin in a very annoyed manner, and looked at Cao Hua again:

"Cao Hua, you are the only one left in Tokyo, so don't let Mr. Chen take the lead."

Even though he said so, everyone did not expect anything.

Cao Hua's status is transcendent, and he may have a wide range of knowledge, but when it comes to the familiarity of poetry and prose, he is comparable to scholars who have been in the past ten years.

There are fewer and fewer poems, and I can’t write poems on the spot.

Even if you do it on the spot, you can't compare to Chen Qiming's talented man who can be easily picked.

Chen Qiming talked about 'Xia' and thought for a moment: "It's time to approach the end of spring and welcome the sun of summer."

After saying that, he smiled and was quite confident.

The needles fell in the teahouse and they were all looking at Cao Taisui sitting outside.

This is the first time I have met such a long flying flower order. Even Li Shishi became nervous and dared not speak out, for fear of affecting Cao Taisui's thoughts next to me.

Cao Hua recalled carefully and could not think of the poems in the history of this era. After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the wine glass.

Chen Qiming felt relieved, his arrogance in his eyes was full of regret, and he also felt a little regretful.

After all, he is really talented. He has come into contact with Princess Yong'an many times at the poetry meeting in Jiangnan, and the princess also admires him very much.

Unexpectedly, the princess went to Tokyo and was forced to marry a well-known traitor.

Chen Qiming's unwillingness was finally relieved today, but the regret was even worse. After all, he was obviously more compatible with Princess Yong'an, and Cao Taisui was just a jester who was inclined to be in power.

The winner was decided by the defeat, Cai You smiled and looked at Chen Qiming: "Sit down. Although the talented man is worthy of a beautiful woman, Governor Cao was given a marriage by the emperor. I guess Governor Cao didn't want to take away anyone's love."

This statement obviously has other meanings.

Everyone frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Chen Qiming suppressed everyone with his true ability and was indeed worthy of being a talented man. Princess Yong'an was given to Cao Hua by the emperor. Everyone felt that Cao Hua was not worthy of Princess Yong'an.

If you really want to talk about talented men and beautiful women, not to mention Su Shi, Chen Qiming is more qualified than Cao Hua.

But only Cai You dares to say this, and others can only listen to it.

At this moment, some princes turned their heads toward Cao Hua, their eyes meaningless, and wanted to see how to respond.

I can't nod and say that I admit that Princess Yong'an's Mansion is more compatible with Chen Qiming.

But don't nod, say it's...

Who doesn’t know that Cao Hua’s marriage was obtained by an old eunuch.

They were not worthy of it at all, and they were afraid of the power of tyranny and dared not say it. Cai You said now, can you still kill the son of Grand Master Cai?

Li Shishi also noticed that the atmosphere was wrong. He wanted to use his long-sleeved dance skills to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't expect that Cao Taisui next to him picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then put it down again, and then continued:

"The world is a big dream, and life is cold for several autumns."

Quiet in the teahouse.

Everyone was confused, and Cao Hua was sitting there inexplicably. Didn’t he admit defeat?

What kind of poem is this?

Cao Hua raised his eyes and his face was calm as usual: "Do not get me wrong if you are thirsty."

Thirsty?

Everyone looked at Cao Hua in confusion.

The flying flower order has not ended yet?

Cao Hua was puzzled: "What? A foul of quenching thirst by drinking a sip of wine?"

“…”

“No, no…continue…”

Everyone's expressions were extremely strange, and they responded noddedly.

The little prince Zhao Kai thought about it carefully for a long time and was sure that he had never heard of this poem, so he asked:

"Cao Hua, is this written by Li Qingzhao again?"

"I heard it by Su Shi, the princess and Su Shi are in love with each other."

Cao Hua played with the wine glass and looked at the stunned Chen Qiming: "The world is a big dream, and life is cold for several years. The wind and leaves are already roaring on the corridor at night. Look at the eyebrows and temples. The wine is low and the guests are often sad, and the moon is bright and the clouds are hindered. Who can share the lonely light with the Mid-Autumn Festival? Look north with the cup sadly."

After saying that, he looked at everyone: "Is there any problem? Don't say that you can't use poems about living people. If it doesn't work, I can kill Su Shi and Li Qingzhao now."

“…”

"Yes, okay...no problem..."

"Uh...Governor Cao is really funny..."

Everyone was silent and savored it for a long time, without any problem, and only Su Shi could write such a poem.

So everyone's eyes turned to Chen Qiming again.

Chen Qiming's face was stiff, he stood up again and walked twice, his eyes lit up, and he spoke:

"The things in the border garden are different, and winter, autumn, frost and spring are not stopped"

Cao Hua held the wine glass and poured himself on his own: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river water is warm, the ducks are known to be warm. The reed buds on the ground are covered with wormwood, which is the time when the puffer fish is about to rise."

Everyone was stunned again, but they still hadn't heard of it.

Zhao Kai hesitated for a moment and hesitated: "This... was written by Su Shi again?"

Cao Hua nodded: "That's right, it was definitely written by Su Shi himself."

Everyone was surprised, and the image of "Su Shi" in their minds became a little taller invisibly.

Chen Qiming was sweating all over until now. He rubbed his fingers and walked back and forth in the teahouse. After holding it in for a long time, his eyes lit up again: "Jianmaocucumber is in Tao Tang, and Chabei Palace is in Xia Yu."

Everyone turned their heads again and looked at Cao Hua.

I thought I was going to think for a moment, but I saw Cao Hua casually saying: "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, flowers are fragrant, and the moon is shady. The singing voices are soft, and the swing courtyard is heavy at night."

"The swing does not count as autumn."

"Oh... the white rabbit pounds medicine and falls back to spring. Who is Chang'e's neighbor? Today's people don't see the moon in ancient times, but today's moon once shines on the ancients."

Cao Hua does remember a lot of such simple and famous sentences.

There are three rounds in a blink of an eye.

Everyone's eyes changed from surprise to incredible, and from incredible to half-believing and half-doubted.

A series of seven or eight poems that I had never heard of before suddenly popped up from Cao Hua's mouth, and each one was a masterpiece. How could this be possible?

Zhao Kai sat upright and said in confusion: "Cao Hua, is this written by Su Shi?"
Chapter completed!