"Uh!" Manager Yan couldn't help but look shocked on his face. Obviously, he didn't expect Wang Le to ask this. He couldn't help but nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes, this is the rules of Wenkui Tower."

After a pause, Manager Yan looked at Wang Le with disbelief in his eyes and asked, "Mr. Wang, are you really sure that you can write a good poem?"

Wang Le nodded calmly with a smile and responded, "In order to have a good time, I will do my best to write a few more good poems."

"How many songs?" Not only was Shopkeeper Yan stunned, but even the two old men next to him were stunned.

Not to mention that the guests in Wenkui Tower, seeing Wang Le so arrogantly, the look of his eyes when he looked at the other party was full of doubt and sarcasm.

"A good poem cannot be written just by being excited, but can only be formed after being tempered. This kid is arrogant and even has to write several poems on the spot. It's such a joke!"

"I saw that the poem he had just written with wine as the theme was already full of money. It was not so easy to take out several more poems. It was really a dream!"

"Hmph, I'll be able to write a good poem and I'll be proud of it. Young people really don't know how to be rich. I'll see what he's playing here today!"

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Just as the guests were laughing at each other and questioning, Mr. Luo touched his white beard and looked at Wang Le deeply and asked, "I am so confident that I can drink more jars of Thunder and Rain Dew?"

Before Wang Le could respond, Mr. Luo asked and answered himself and continued, "Everyone present can read the text and write, and there are many talented people, but he can produce several poems that are qualified to drink thunder and rain at one time, and no one can do it."

At this time, Mr. Tang next to him followed the jig and said, "Even in the entire Aolai Country, no one can do this."

"You know, it is enough for us literati to write a classic poem that can be passed down through later generations in our lives, which is enough to live up to this life."

Although Mr. Tang did not make it clear, as long as he was not a fool, he could hear his suspicion of Wang Le.

Faced with the doubts of everyone, there were also sarcastic and disdainful eyes of laughter. Wang Le did not defend himself, but looked at Lord Luo with a calm face, and then bowed and smiled calmly, "I'd like to ask Lord Luo to write a poem for the boy."

Lord Luo didn't persuade him anymore, but just smiled helplessly, then walked to the table again to spread the white paper and picked up the pen.

In the eyes of everyone's attention, Wang Le, whose face remained unchanged, said lightly, "The golden cup is worth ten thousand wine, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand yuan in shame... There will be times when the wind and waves will be broken, and the clouds sails will spread across the sea."

When Wang Le read the first sentence of Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult", Lord Luo, who was standing in front of the table, was shocked and even forgot what he was going to do now.

When he realized his whole body, Lord Luo was very energetic and quickly wrote these poems that he read from Wang Le onto the paper.

At the same time, when Lord Tang next to him heard Wang Le’s thought of the wind and waves, he would hang his clouds and sail across the vast ocean, his eyes lit up. He was excited and couldn’t help but shout loudly, “The atmosphere is vast, magnificent, good! Good poetry!”

At this moment, everyone's eyes at Wang Le changed completely, and the previous disdain and ridicule and questioning disappeared immediately.

Instead, there is a sense of wonder and a full of aftertaste.

Of course, at this time, everyone's eyes looked at Wang Le were undoubtedly full of shocking expressions!

As long as people with no deaf ears and a little literary cultivation hear Wang Le’s recitation of this poem “Difficult to Walk”, they know that it is a good poem that is hard to come by.

In everyone's eyes, this song "Difficult to Walk" is better than the previous song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

To be more precise, "The Road Is Difficult" is the kind of classic that can be passed down to later generations!

"Shopkeeper Yan, can this song "The Road is Difficult" be exchanged for a jar of Thunder and Rain?"

Wang Le smiled and asked Manager Yan, and muttered silently in his heart, "This is a classic piece left by the poet's immortal, I don't believe it, but I can't change it."

Before Manager Yan could speak, a guest in the private room shouted loudly, “If this song "Difficult to Walk" cannot be replaced with a jar of thunder and rain, then there will be no more poems to replace.”

After saying that, I heard everyone echoing, unanimously agreeing that this song "The Road is Difficult" can be replaced with a jar of thunder and rain.

Manager Yan smiled bitterly and looked at Wang Le and said, "You saw it too. Yan doesn't want to be angry with the public, so Mr. Wang can get another jar of thunder and rain."

Wang Le smiled, then looked at Lord Luo standing in front of the table again, nodded and said, "Please continue writing."

Then Wang Le did not say anything, and slowly recited, "Grape wine, luminous cup, and the pipa is urging immediately. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war in ancient times?"

After Wang Le finished reading this poem "Liangzhou Ci", a representative lyric of the Tang Dynasty's frontier poet Wang Han, the representative lyrics of "Liangzhou Ci", all the guests in the building looked at Wang Le as if they had seen a ghost!

When will it be so terrible to become a classic poem?

He was actually recited out casually by a young boy as if he didn't want money.

Seeing everyone silent, Wang Le couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that he can change another jar of thunder and rain."

After a pause, Wang Le continued, "It should be almost done when I come to the next three oaths."

Just as Wang Le was about to recite new poems again, he suddenly heard a lazy female voice stopping her, "Let's wait!"

Wang Le followed the sound and looked up at the top private room.

At the same time, the two elders Yan Zhanggui and Luo Tang changed their expressions, and their eyes showed a look of awe.

Then, the lazy voice in the top box sounded again, and said lightly, "Don't use wine as the theme anymore, change the topic!"

"Well, it's late autumn now, let's take it as the topic!"

Seeing the other party's unquestionable tone, Wang Le narrowed his eyes and looked at Manager Yan without any comment.

At this moment, Manager Yan spoke to Wang Le without hesitation, "Then let's take Qiu as the topic!"

Wang Le touched his chin and asked in a pondering manner, "Can the rules of Wenkui Tower be changed at will?"

I saw Manager Yan smiled and replied meaningfully, "Mr. Wang will do it."

Before Wang Le could speak again, Lord Luo interrupted and said, "My friend, just follow the person above!"

Seeing that Luo Tang and both were winking at him, Wang Le immediately realized that the identity of the female guest in the top-floor box was not simple.

With the principle of not causing trouble, Wang Le did not raise any objection. Anyway, he had no shortage of poems with autumn as the theme in his mind.

"The rock path in Hanshan is slanted, and there are people in the place where white clouds grow.

I parked in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves were redder than the flowers in February.”

When Wang Le read out Du Mu's poem "Travel in the Mountain", who often used poetry as a gift for prostitution, there was no sound of breathing in the air.

Because all the guests had forgotten to breathe in shock.
Chapter completed!