Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 3 Two Butterflies vs. Love Business

"It's over."

Xiaoyao was horrified: "Wang Chen, you were barely a pillow made of straw wrapped in linen before, but now you are covered in straw from the inside out."

"You can only come up with some vulgar jokes about eating poop and pulling rice. You can't always tell this."

"What should I do?" Xiaoyao was like an ant on hot pan.

Wang Chen glanced at Xiaoyao who was spinning around and frowned secretly. He knew that although he could be a plagiarist, there was a huge generation gap between ancient culture and modern civilization.

If you ask a PhD in literature to take the imperial examination in ancient times, he will definitely not be able to pass the exam as well as the top scholars of that era.

What's more, the collision between modern civilization and cultivation civilization...

It's easy to imagine that this generation gap is big enough to span the galaxy.

It's just like the Shamatte literary and artistic style that is popular in the cultivation world.

He glanced at Chen Feifei, who gave him a look of affirmation and trust.

"Very good. Whenever it's my turn, let Chen Feifei help me."

Wang Chen nodded secretly.

"Doctor Wang, you should join the Lianghua Academy, and Chen Feifei should stay with the Mingdu Academy . We can't have an unequal number of people on each side."

"Let us, the people of Daliang, see what kind of collision can occur between a talented woman and a talented man." The emperor said with a loving look on his face.

"Little banana!"

After a slight pause, Wang Chen cursed in his heart. After being stunned for a long while, he reluctantly walked towards the four inexplicable scholars from Lianghua Academy.

"Qinglian Society, begin!"

The Emperor announced.

"I want to challenge Dr. Wang!" Li Changsheng was the first to jump out.

Wang Chen was stunned.

"What the hell is that?"

"Is this the beginning of the challenge?"

"Shouldn't they sit in such a neat row facing each other, and then have a round of debates, one by one?"

"Is this a direct KOF competition?"

He was confused, but the emperor nodded with satisfaction, and the singing official beside him shouted, "The first act of the Qinglian Society."

"Li Changsheng versus Doctor Wang! Start."

One has to admit that Li Changsheng has a handsome face, a slender figure, and really has a good appearance.

His appearance caused cheers from many crazy female audience members.

A pair of clear eyes stared at Wang Chen.

With a snap, Li Changsheng opened the folding fan in his hand and spoke loudly.

"It is almost New Year's Eve. I am so lucky to see the Emperor. I can't help but write a poem to reflect this scene."

The clear sound spread far away, but it turned into a signal for people to be still.

Everyone fell silent, waiting for Li Changsheng's next words.

"Goose……"

Li Changsheng's voice was loud and full of energy. When he chanted the first word, his brows slightly frowned, and his face showed an expression of being intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

"Goose!"

Three consecutive "goose" words, one after another, seemed to be striking at everyone's heart!

"Bend your neck and sing to the sky,"

"White Hair Lake Green Water,"

"Red palm pushes the clear waves!"

The sentences were sonorous and the tone was ups and downs. After Li Changsheng finished reciting loudly, he stared at Wang Chen intently.

hiss~

Wang Chen took a breath of cold air.

Seeing Wang Chen stunned, Li Changsheng smiled triumphantly and waved his folding fan gently.

“Good poem!”

There was a thunderous applause from the audience. Wang Chen saw that the emperor and two priests beside him were nodding their heads in remembrance of the scene. He was extremely confused.

"What does New Year's Eve have to do with geese?"

"And where is the green water here!"

"There has to be a limit to your nonsense. You even pronounced the word 'lake' wrong!"

"Your sister is just reciting poetry, can you please not say that you created it yourself?"

"Besides, the poem Ode to the Goose was clearly written by Luo Binwang when he was seven years old. You are already in your twenties. What's there to be proud of for writing this poem?"

Wang Chen was roaring in his heart, but he was silent for a moment. As he looked up at the sky, his skinny body exuded an inexplicable aura, and the noisy noise gradually stopped.

He moved his feet, as if taking a step towards the bright moon in the sky.

At this moment, the whole audience seemed to feel the lonely atmosphere and fell silent. As his footsteps fell, Wang Chen looked up with a sigh and recited:

"The moon is so sentimental that it should laugh at me,"

"Laugh at me now, and betray my love,"

"I walk alone and chant alone ."

Wang Chen's face was full of indifference, reflecting the scene of the poem, his eyes were deep but no one knew what he was thinking about.

The whole audience was silent.

"What kind of poem is this? It doesn't make any sense!" After a long silence, someone spoke up.

"Yeah, I totally don't understand what you are saying." This actually caused a chorus of responses, and there was a commotion in the audience.

Wang Chen was stunned. He looked at the emperor, only to see him shaking his head and sighing.

Only Chen Feifei, with her beautiful eyes flashing, savored it carefully.

Off the field, a handsome and handsome young monk sneered and said, "I told you long ago that this guy is just a charlatan and a fool."

"Don't talk about Uncle Wang like that. Even though he's terrible at poetry, it's not a scam that he cured my dad." The mischievous-looking girl frowned.

It was Lin Ruolan and her monk boyfriend.

"That's because I wasn't here, otherwise any elixir could have cured Uncle Lin." The young monk snorted coldly.

Now, please give scores to these two talented people.

"Li Changsheng, 9 points."

"Doctor Wang, 0.09 points."

"You are so cruel. You can even get it to two decimal places!"

Wang Chen walked back angrily.

All he saw was the four Lianghua Academy teammates looking at him with disdain.

"That's good. You bullshitters, if you eliminate me, you can just be a spectator with peace of mind."

Wang Chen didn't even look at his teammates beside him and closed his eyes to rest.

I want to challenge Dr. Wang. The second person from Mingdu Academy jumped out.

Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Isn't it KOF?"

"I've already been defeated by your whole country, what's the point of challenging me?"

"This Qinglian Society is specifically used to target enemies!"

"The second scene, Xiao Wenyu versus Dr. Wang." The singing officer sang happily.

Wang Chen, in a daze, walked to the center. He was ready to recite a song called Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

Maybe full marks.

Xiao Wenyu held his head high with his hands behind his back, walked around Wang Chen in an imposing manner, and said in a long voice:

"On New Year's Eve, the flowers are in full bloom and the moon is full. I will also write a poem to give to all lovers in the world!"

He flicked his sleeves and chanted in a rhythmic manner.

"My dear! Fly slowly."

"Be careful of the thorny roses ahead!"

"Open your mouth, darling!"

"The scent of flowers in the wind will make you intoxicated!"

After a brief silence...the crowd went crazy.

“What a great poem!”

"The sound lingers in my ears for three days!"

“As expected of Xiao Wenyu, who is known as a genius in poetry!” The crowd cheered.

"What a rose with thorns in front! This song should only exist in heaven. It has pointed out the direction of life for so many people!" King Liang shook his head and savored it carefully.

"Xiao Wenyu, come to the palace tomorrow and teach my concubines how to sing this poem. I want to listen to it every day! Be a wise ruler who loves his people like his own children!"

The emperor stroked his beard and laughed.

Obeying the order, Xiao Wenyu was very proud.

"In this winter when all flowers are withering, how can there be a full moon and beautiful flowers? This is obviously nonsense!"

"Besides, what does this poem have to do with the direction of life and your being a wise ruler?"

"You want to listen to it every day?!"

"What kind of taste is this!"

Wang Chen felt like he was about to collapse.

"No, I can't lose again."

Wang Chen gritted his teeth, took two steps, and suddenly chanted loudly:

"It was you who wanted to separate, so let's separate!"

"Now you have to use true love to coax me back."

"Love is not something you can sell or buy whenever you want!"

"Let me break free, let me understand, let go of your love!"

When Wang Chen came on stage, the whole audience was noisy and talking about the poem that was flying slowly.

When Wang Chen finished reading,

The whole place was eerily silent, with one could hear a pin drop.

This time the silence lasted even longer.

Faintly, the sound of sobbing could be heard.

"I didn't expect that Dr. Wang is also good at poetry!" someone choked up.

"This New Year's Eve Qinglian meeting is unique in the history of our Liang country!"

" A poet !"

There were actually people crying in the audience, but there were more people who were extremely excited.

Wang Chen suddenly realized: "Can this resonate with others?"

"So this is your taste."

"You're considered an immortal poet for a love poem? I told you guys like this."

"I still have rouge powder that is poisonous, rats love rice and so on."

"Uncle Wang, you're so great!" Wang Chen recognized it as Lin Ruolan's voice and nodded in that direction with a smile. The tall and handsome young monk next to him had a gloomy look on his face.

Xiao Wenyu pointed at Wang Chen, his face flushed, his fingers trembling

"You, you, you! How could you possibly write such a good poem!"

"His expression was filled with despair that he could never achieve anything in his lifetime. Oooooh... a trickle of blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth."

"Good poem." The emperor stood up from the table and applauded loudly, his face full of joy.

"Doctor Wang, you will go to the palace to see the emperor tomorrow and teach my queen and concubines how to recite poetry!"

For ordinary doctors, it is a great honor to enter the palace to meet the emperor, but how could Wang Chen be moved by the appreciation of a mortal emperor? He didn't think it was a big deal.

But there might be a Nine Dragon Pillar in the palace, which would be an opportunity.

He nodded and looked at the Emperor of Liang, but found that the Emperor was not looking at him, but was looking at the sky with eyes as if in panic.

His expression suddenly changed.

Wang Chen seemed to have sensed something, turned around and looked at the sky.

On the horizon, three sword beams flashed by with whistling sounds.

The people were startled and turned to look.

"It's an immortal." Someone said in a low voice, as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Don't be afraid, the one we worship is also an immortal." Someone said inexplicably.

“Pah.”

Someone cut off the spiritual power supply to the four shining stone pillars, and on this New Year's Eve, the entire square became dark.

However, no one made any movement and just watched quietly.

The atmosphere is very strange.