It was another sunny day, the sky was so blue, there was not even a trace of floating, as if all the variegated colors had been filtered, and it was shining magnificently.

There was still a large crowd of onlookers in the central square, and in the past few days, the Shikoku Cultural Fight, which the people are most concerned about, is still in full swing.

Sitting on the chair belonging to his own camp, looking at the other talents who came to participate in the Wendou this time, all of them were ready to show their skills, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: In fact, I am still quite confident in the leader of this poetry fight, after all, the Tang poems and Song poems I memorized when I was in school were not in vain.

"Wan'er, are you playing this poetry?" Yu Wenqing said as she looked at Li Wan'er expectantly.

His thoughts were interrupted, and he looked at Yuwenqing beside him, and his first reaction was to cast his eyes in the direction of the witch Ami, and sure enough, the witch Ami was looking at herself with a tiger's eye, and shrugged her shoulders helplessly to show her innocence.

turned around and said to Yu Wenqing: "Of course I participated, how could this be less than me?"

"Haha...... Wan'er, I have faith in you. Yu Wenqing said happily.

While talking to Yu Wenqing, Zhu Lao had already stepped onto the high platform and said calmly: "As the host of this poetry fight, Lao Yu now tells you the rules of the poetry fight to all the talented and beautiful people who participate in this poetry fight. The topic of this poetry fight is the wine that we almost all like, whether it is a toast, drinking or appreciating wine, it is okay, now you can answer a pillar of incense time, we will select the top three for this topic and then compete, okay, the old decay will not say much, let's start now!"

While Zhu Lao was talking, the subordinates had already sent all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones to be used and arranged them, and looked at the paper in front of them, without thinking about it, they wrote Li Bai's "Will Toast" on the paper. You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Lan Jiaoren, Luo Qing'e, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years. What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. In one go, I put down the brush in my hand leisurely.

Yu Wenqing on the side couldn't help but be a little curious when he saw Li Wan'er writing so quickly, turned his head and looked over, and the idea of composing poetry was immediately thrown to the back of his mind, and he was infinitely shocked in his heart. He continued to sigh and praise in his mouth.

Looking at Yu Wenqing's surprised expression, I felt a little funny, in fact, when I read this poem for the first time, I liked it inexplicably, looked at Yu Wenqing with a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "How is it?"

It took Yu Wenqing a long time to react, and he said in a daze: "Isn't it good......? Wan'er, presumably you are the leader this time, so I won't join in the fun. ”

Soon, the time for a pillar of incense came, and the subordinates collected the poems of the talented and beautiful people who participated in this poetry fight, and the four elders of Meilan Zhuju also looked at it seriously, and occasionally exchanged a few words with each other.

During the waiting time, I looked around a little bored, and every talented and beautiful woman who participated in this poetry fight looked in the direction of the four elders with an expectant face.

After a long time, Zhu Lao slowly walked to the high platform, stood on the platform, and said with some sighs: "We have all read your poems, it is really terrifying! We can't accept the old man! Okay, now let's announce the top three in this poetry fight." They are Li Wan'er in the south, Ami in the west and Zhao Sheng in the east. ”

At this time, the three poems were pasted on a display table, and all the talented and beautiful people couldn't wait to step forward, looking at what kind of masterpiece it was, but they couldn't help but be in an uproar after seeing it, especially the "Will Toast" in the middle, the whole poem was vigorous and heroic. Although the other two poems are also remarkable, when compared together, they immediately stand out.

"I think everyone has seen it, so let's invite these three to come up and compete again!" Zhu Lao invited all three.