The style of the Sky Screen shifted, and a new video appeared:
"What is the worst line of poetry you have ever read?"
In the Great Tang Plane,
A spring breeze brushed past, and peach blossoms fluttered down around Peach Blossom Pool like a picturesque scroll.
At this moment, Li Bai was sitting opposite his good friend Wang Lun, leisurely sipping fine tea inside a pavilion.
The two of them chatted and laughed happily, raising their cups to drink together from time to time, or reciting and composing poetry—a thoroughly pleasant and carefree scene.
Just then, a strange Sky Screen suddenly appeared in the distant sky, hanging there like a massive silver screen.
Li Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the mysterious Sky Screen as a strong surge of curiosity welled up in his heart.
He reached out to gently stroke the beard on his chin, falling deep into thought:
"The worst poetry ever read? Ha, now this is quite interesting. I wonder whose pen these later generations are talking about when they mention the worst poetry? I must take a good look at this."
Meanwhile, in the Great Song Plane,
The sun was bright and a gentle breeze caressed the weeping willows. Su Shi stood alone in the courtyard, looking up at the abruptly appearing Sky Screen on the distant horizon.
A look of contemplation and puzzlement crossed his face as he muttered to himself:
"The worst poetry? This is truly a novelty. Whatever kind of person could write such unreadable verse? I am indeed brimming with cur…
Chapter 201