"The cold winter is coming, why don't we take Mei as the theme!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and the eyes of the ten sons in the upper house lit up, and they all felt that it was very suitable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the discussion of the literary jue of the Seven Kingdoms, the people all set up the four treasures of the study room and began to write poems.

Some people shake their heads, and some people are not very willing to write halfway. And everyone is careful not to write with talent, so as not to waste a good poem.

From time to time, there was the sound of writing in the quiet surroundings, and someone splashed ink, but only wrote two words before stopping. After pondering for a long time, someone wrote two sentences in one go, and then put down the pen and paced slowly.

Only Zhuang Yichen sat in his position, closing his eyes as if he had fallen asleep with great loss.

No one dared to alarm him, after all, no one knew whether he had already made a bamboo in his chest, and the splendid poems could be exported at any time.

An hour passed in a flash, and at this time, I only heard Qin Aolong's joyful cry: "It's done!"

I saw that on the side of the Qin State, ten Wenju people were infused with talent and writing at the same time, and for a while, the talent was everywhere, constantly rising rapidly.

These poems began by breaking through one foot, then quickly broke through to two feet, and then continued castration, and soon approached the three-foot mark.

When the last stroke fell, after ten low sounds, the ten poems actually broke through to three feet at the same time.

"No, ten poems of Aozhou?"

"It's so strong, the poetry of the Qin State is really not comparable to us!" The people of the rest of the countries couldn't help but exclaim, seeing that they couldn't make up ten poems of the same level now, they had already completed it.

"Boom!" Ten talents rushed to the sky, gathered in the middle, and the snowy scene was presented in front of everyone's eyes like a real scene.

The ten sons of the Qin State took snow as the theme, and after the poems aroused the resonance, there would naturally be a snow scene! And the talent after the resonance reached four feet and two inches.

Generalissimo Li and Bai Wenru ignored and laughed, the Qin State is really determined to win this time! There is no doubt that these poems could not be made by everyone in the Ten Sons of the Qin State, at least they have been instructed by the Wen Confucians.

However, the Chu State was not in a hurry, although the Qin State took the lead in completing and resonated with the Zhen State, but they were also confident enough to defeat the Qin State.

After all, compared to the background of poetry, Chu State is the well-deserved boss of the human race, and they are also prepared.

"Oh no, I didn't expect that this time it was actually a poetry resonance!" At this time, Zhao Guo and the Korean side were in a panic, because they didn't hear about the poetry competition of the Seven Nations Academy Literary Society.

After a hurried discussion, Zhao and Han both made the same choice, resonating with ten poems at the peak of Dingxian, and then the talent reached two feet and nine inches, which was equally divided.

After all, at least this can complete the content of the game, so there will be no big problems. Especially at this time, Yan Guo couldn't even make up ten poems, and everyone had a nervous look on their faces.

Of course, except for Zhuang Yichen, because he didn't have any expression on his face.

Wei also aroused the resonance of poetry in addition to Zhao and Han, and they composed ten Zhifu poems, and their talent reached three feet and two inches, steadily pressing Zhao and Han.

However, the Wenju people of Wei are naturally dissatisfied with this achievement, but the situation is stronger than people, and it can only be so.

When the state of Chu was in an hour and a half, he actually composed ten poems at the level of Aozhou, and after resonating with them, his qi reached four feet and three inches.

"Brother Qin, admit it!" Chu State Xie Zihui smiled slightly and said to Qin Aolong.

Looking at this situation at this time, most of the Yan State will be defeated in the poetry competition, and the first is the competition between the Qin State and the Chu State. However, the Qin State is twenty points higher than the Chu State, so at this time, even the gap of ten points is huge.

Qin Aolong reluctantly returned the salute, smiling very reluctantly! He didn't expect that this time the preparation of the Chu State was so sufficient, and the combination of the ten Aozhou poems would be defeated.

"Boom!" At this time, Qi Guo also began to formally write poems, and as soon as he made a move, his anger swept in, surging and surprising.

Just wrote the first sentence, and the talent actually reached one foot and two inches, which was unbelievably surprising. Especially Qin and Chu, it is even more incredible. Qi Guo is going against the sky!

"Qi Guo is definitely prepared!" At this time, the faces of Qin and Chu both changed, and their eyes looked over and stared at each other.

Whether it was Qin Aolong or Xie Zihui, their faces became not very good-looking at this time, after all, if Qi Guo overwhelmed them in poetry, then it would directly affect the final ranking.

However, no matter what they thought at this time, they couldn't control the surging of Qi Guo's ten poems, and the second sentence had already broken through twice before it was finished.

After that, although the rise of talent in these ten poems slowed down, when the last stroke fell, it was already a stable Aozhou poem.

The sound of poetic resonance soon sounded, and a Ruixiang divine beast appeared in the sky, which was an incomparably powerful Xuanwu statue.

What Qi wrote is the poetry of the turtle, and the turtle is the totem of the town of Qi, which can be said to have a profound heritage.

Four feet and five inches! The talent resonance of the poems of the ten sons of the Qi Kingdom is finally fixed here!

"Win, we win!" the ten sons of Qi couldn't help but cheer. At this time, Zhao and Han had no resistance at all, and Qin and Chu were pressed down by them. The remaining Wei and Yan states are not to worry about at all.

In other words, in the competition of poetry, Qi Guo is already nine out of nine sure to win the first place.

Emperor Qi's old face suddenly smiled, and his heart was naturally very satisfied! After all, it was enough to be able to become the number one in the Seven Nations Academy in poetry.

"I didn't expect these people of Qi State to be able to make such excellent poems, even if there are Wen Ru secretly guiding, it is rare!" Many Wen Ru nodded secretly.

Seeing that the poetry of Qi was so strong and suppressed the two countries of Qin and Chu, the ten sons of Wei had no heart, and seeing that the time limit of two hours was coming, they hurriedly made ten poems of Zhifu, and after resonance, they reached the level of Aozhou.

At this time, Yan Guo did not make an excellent poem! Generalissimo Li and Bai Wenru looked as usual, but Zhao Guo and the Korean Confucians were slightly disdainful.

"Didn't Zhuang Yichen ever make poems about Zhenguo, why don't you stop writing now?"

"Could it be that Jiang Lang has exhausted his talents, and his donkey skills are exhausted?"

"After all, he is only a martial artist, and getting a few poems together is not his real strength!"