"Late Langzhong first offered ugliness!" Soon a scribe who had done Dingxian poetry got up and read: "The spring color is rich and intoxicating......"

This person actually got off to a good start, and it was a work of Dingxian at once, and he almost reached the level of the prefecture. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Others applauded, this is the first time that a poem has been written in Dingxian, after all, the poems written about spring have been flooded, and there are countless of them. It is naturally a rare thing to want to push through the old and bring forth the new.

"It's too difficult to write relevant poems at the Aozhou level! Daddy's question is too coincidental!" Lin Siqin was also frowning and thinking at this time.

When she was in the capital, she participated in countless meetings with a high level of compulsion, and today's cultural meeting was like chewing wax, and there was no taste at all. If it weren't for the fact that Du Zi'an and Wang Siwei's level was not bad, she would have left a long time ago.

As for Zhuang Yichen and Xie Mingxiu, they have long been regarded by her as people with a level of ink, and they don't pay much attention to it.

Du Zi'an and Wang Siwei both sat still, and Du Zi'an flashed a trace of joy when he heard Lin Yan's question.

"Today I will definitely win, it seems that I will stabilize Brother Siwei!" he secretly rejoiced, there is no doubt that the best person today will enter the eyes of the general and become one of the candidates for a good son-in-law.

Both of them are now sitting high on the Diaoyu Tai, enjoying the glory of the finale. Being able to finalize in the literary meeting is very good for the improvement of identity and reputation.

"I have a song!" Wang Siwei and Du Zi'an were inseparable tonight, and at this time he stood up with his head held high and chanted poetry aloud.

The scholar of Wenhui immediately paid full attention to the synchronous writing, and after only two sentences, he was already talented, and it went straight to two feet!

And although the speed of the increase in talent in the last two sentences has slowed down, it has also increased by nine inches and nine!

"Two feet nine inches nine! To the peak of poetry in the house, it is only a little bit close to being able to be proud of the state! And in two days, it will become a proud poetry with the singing!

"Very good!" Lin Yan opened his mouth to praise, and deliberately added a very word! And Du Zi'an was also secretly frightened, fortunately, it was a poem about spring, if he changed to something else, he would lose to Wang Siwei today.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Wang Siwei was secretly happy in his heart, this time he was definitely going to win the first prize of the Wenhui and become Miss Siqin's son-in-law.

"It's still a little interesting!" At this time, even Lin Siqin's beautiful eyes lit up.

"Brother Siwei is worthy of being the first talent in Nanning Mansion, and the younger brother admires him so much!" Du Zi'an got up to congratulate him very gracefully, but just when Wang Siwei thought he was going to admit defeat, he changed his words and said: "But the little brother has a flash of inspiration, and he also has a poem!"

After speaking, he said: "The willows are cloudy and drizzly, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warbler. ”

"Good poetry!" The Grand Master of Fuxue squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but applaud! And Lin Yu also appreciated it in his heart, it was indeed a good poem with a good artistic conception.

"Bang!" Wenhui scholar penned, the talent was like a rising tide, popping and rising wildly, easily breaking three feet, and not stopping until three feet and five feet.

According to the standard of poetry in the virtual realm, this is basically a poem that can only be made when you reach the realm of a literary teacher.

And Du Zi'an can make such poems just by a mere scholar, which can be described as a genius among geniuses.

The eyes of the heads of several major families showed jealousy, and one of the faces of the head of the Du family was simply full of flowers, and the smile was about to crack.

"Oh my God, it's actually Aozhou poetry!"

"Yes, and it's only five inches away from the poetry of Zhenguo!"

"Brother Zi'an is worthy of being the Xie Yuan of Benzhou, and such a poet is the champion, and he is also expected to compete!" The exclamations came and went, and the scribes didn't care about having Lin Yu and the great masters of Fuxue in front of them, and they were a little out of shape.

"Ah, this Du Zi'an actually has some poetic talents!" Lin Siqin was shocked in the inner room, such poetry was difficult for even the best scribes in the capital to do.

You must know that when you reach the level of Aozhou, it is very difficult to increase your talent by an inch.

"It's a pity!" Lin Siqin sighed inexplicably, although this Du Zi'an looked good, she didn't feel anything.

And Zhuang Yichen and Xie Mingxiu, who have some good feelings, have no literary talent! Zhuang Yichen is just a martial artist, but Xie Mingxiu is a serious Wenju person.

"Good poetry!" Lin Yan smiled slightly, but his eyes fell on Zhuang Yichen. According to the information he obtained, in the other eleven counties of Nanning Mansion now, it is this Anxian general who really speaks with weight.

Du Zi'an saw Lin Yan's gaze fall on Zhuang Yichen, and his originally satisfied mood suddenly seemed to have been poured with cold water.

He secretly shouted in his heart that this is unfair, obviously I made a poem about Aozhou, why did the general pay attention to Zhuang Yichen.

"General Zhuang, what is the Chinese style in Nanning Mansion!" Lin Wei asked.

"Not bad!" Zhuang Yichen happened to have a glass of wine in his stomach and replied casually.

The scribes of Nanning Mansion were stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help but be angry! Tonight's level can be described as a super-level performance, even better than before.

You are just a martial artist, and you only evaluate it with two words, which is a bit big. Shouldn't we be sincerely afraid of the mentality, extremely religious?

Du Zi'an was disappointed, but at this time, he seemed to have found an outlet, and immediately asked with a straight face: "It seems that General Zhuang has a splendid mind, and our elites in the literary circle of Nanning Mansion are just worthy of a look in the eyes of the general!"

The rest of the people were all full of anger when he said this, and they wanted to scold Zhuang Yichen when they looked at him.

"Ahem, Ben will lose his words!" Zhuang Yichen raised his eyebrows and looked at Du Zi'an, and said lightly.

A punch seemed to hit the cotton, and Du Zi'an suddenly felt a little crazy! Shouldn't you be provoked to anger, get up and chant a poem, and then be beaten and humiliated by us?

Just shrank his head and went back, are you embarrassed to say that you are a county general? It's just a scoundrel, okay?

"Poof!" Lin Siqin suddenly felt that Zhuang Yichen's appearance at this time was very interesting, and couldn't help laughing.

A sound more beautiful than the oriole came from the inner room, like a heavenly sound, and many people had the feeling of wanting to rush into the inner room to see the country.

Du Zi'an was even more furious, he even made a few masterpieces in one night, and Miss Siqin didn't move, but now she was made laughed by this person.

No matter what the reason was, Du Zi'an was crazy with jealousy at this time! At this time, he had already regarded Lin Siqin as his bag. Once he marries her and becomes the general's son-in-law, one day he will be the lord of Nanning Mansion.

"General Zhuang, do you know why this mansion invited the two of you to come today!" Lin Yu narrowed his eyes, and his interest in Zhuang Yichen became more and more intense.