Qujiang River,

Because Murong Hai's poem caused an uproar,

"Strong, it's too strong! I realized the power of the god of poetry at first sight today! Murong Guo's literary world is really not to be underestimated!"

"No wonder Li Delin will lose to the scribes of Murong Kingdom, it doesn't look wronged now!"

"That's right! Li Delin is also unlucky, if he hadn't taken the initiative to ask for battle, how would he have fallen to today's field?"

For a while, there were all kinds of sounds.

In short, Murong Hai completely proved his status with just one poem before taking the stage.

Wow!

Just when the crowd of people were jealous and opened to tout this Murong Hai,

Meng Fan and Meng Sui quietly appeared in the distance.

As soon as he appeared, he saw it with sharp eyes and shouted behind him, which immediately caused a sensation.

"Meng Fan is here!

"Well, why did he come so early? Shouldn't he have reappeared after His Majesty came?

"Maybe it's because I'm afraid of losing Dabi, after all, it's better to be embarrassed in front of us than to be embarrassed in front of His Majesty!"

"Huh?"

Listening to those boring discussions, the corners of Meng Fan's mouth turned coldly.

To tell the truth, he really has no interest in this big competition this time, not to mention the matter of Yang Su to be dealt with before, take a step back and say what if he wins the big competition, what if the system clicks and sends hundreds of thousands of taels of silver at once?

And if it weren't for Murong Hai slandering Li Bai in public yesterday, he would still not show up today.

Of course

Since he decided to teach this Murong Hai a good lesson, he would never let him stay in the ring for a quarter of an hour longer.

Therefore, as soon as the time came, Meng Fan came here.

It really has nothing to do with whether the Lord of Sui travels or not, and even when he arrives here and sees the Praetorian Guards, he knows that there is such a thing.

"Meng Fan, are you in such a hurry to come to power and lose the big competition? Are you afraid that Your Majesty will come in person? Or is it to keep your Wupin County Order?"

Here, just as Meng Fan was about to leave, a figure suddenly blocked in front of him.

Who is Li Delin, who didn't just come here?

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked mockingly,

There is no way, among all the scribes on the banks of the Qujiang River, the one who wants Meng Fan to make a fool of himself in front of the Sui Lord is this Li Delin.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this, Meng Sui next to him had a murderous moment in his eyes, and he was about to make a move.

"Meng Sui!"

Shaking his head slightly, Meng Fan signaled not to move.

"Yes, Childe!"

Glancing at Li Delin again, Meng Suicai retreated.

"Hehe, the evil slave is not happy? Hehe, no matter how unhappy you are, you can't stop your family from losing face! Meng Fan, you should have heard the poem that Murong Hai wrote casually, right? I'm really afraid to leave directly, maybe I can keep my official position!"

Here, Li Delin deliberately straightened up,

He did this because he wanted to be angry with Meng Fan, and secondly, he wanted to delay and delay the time to see if he could wait until Lord Sui arrived.

"Is that poem good? How many poems do you want to hear? Yes!"

Meng Fan smiled faintly.

It's not that he pretended to be forced, but he really felt that the poem Murong Hai made was like that.

"What? How many poems like that you want to hear! And what is Meng Fan, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!"

Hearing this, Li Delin immediately sneered.

Meng Fan's voice was not small when he said this, and many people next to him also heard it clearly.

"Hiss! Meng Fan's tone is inevitably too big!"

"Who says it's not, there are still such poems? I estimate that it is not easy for him to hold back a poem in half a day!"

"Hehe, I can see that this Meng Fan is the next Li Delin!

Soon, there was a lot of discussion,

Meng Fan's words spread like the wind throughout the entire Qujiang River.

"Meng Fan, since you said that there are a lot of such poems, it is better to chant two poems for everyone to hear!"

After Li Delin sneered, he spoke again,

He even thought in his heart, "Since you are so arrogant, then let you lose someone first!"

"Do you want to hear it? Hehe, the water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare Qujiang to Xizi, light makeup and heavy makeup are always appropriate."

"The late days are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks. ”

"The spring on the lake is like a picture, and the chaotic peaks are spread horizontally. The pine row mountain surface is thousands of emeralds, and the moon is a pearl in the heart of the waves.

The blue carpet thread draws early rice, and the Qingluo skirt shows the new pu. failed to throw Hangzhou away, and half of the sentence was left in this lake. ”

A faint smile,

Meng Fan didn't pay any attention to Li Delin anymore,

That's it, all the way, all the way, all the way, and by the time he got under the ring, Meng Fan had already read forty or fifty songs.

And Li Delin was already stunned on the spot, and there was no longer any sound.

In fact, not only him, but the entire Qujiang River suddenly became extremely silent, and only Meng Fan's voice floated back and forth in the sky.

Creak!

When everyone came back to their senses, Meng Fan had already opened the small door in the ring.

Turn around

"Master Li, if you still want to hear it, you might as well bring some pens and paper next time!"

After that, Meng Fan entered the pavilion and closed the small door.

Burst!

Li Delin, who didn't know what to say, heard this, and directly spurted out a mouthful of old blood and fainted on the spot.

Just because he really regretted why he didn't bring a pen after listening to Meng Fan's poems.

Each of these poems is wonderful, and it is really much stronger than that Murong Hai's!

"This is Meng Fan's inevitable wife."

"Oh my God! Who is the real god of poetry!

After a brief silence, the riverside instantly became extremely noisy.

Especially those who wanted to see Meng Fan's jokes, their feelings were even more complicated and uncomfortable.

The time of the two incense sticks passed in a flash,

There are still all kinds of discussions on the banks of the Qujiang River, and many people are savoring the dozens of poems left by Meng Fan.

At this moment, the small door in the ring creaked and slowly opened.

Raised his head in astonishment,

"How is it possible to finish the competition so quickly?"

Swish!

The next moment, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes looked at the small door in unison.

I saw a white-clothed figure walking out, and if you look closely, this person is Murong Hai, the poet god who was proud of the spring breeze before!

Wow!

Murong Hai?

Murong Hai lost!

Stuck to three sticks of incense?

As everyone knows, just when the battle has ended on the bank of the Qujiang River, in the city of Chang'an, the palace,

Lord Sui slowly walked out of the main hall,

The dragon was just prepared in front of the palace, and a group of ministers followed, and Princess Yunshang accompanied him to support him.

A swaggering look.

"Your Majesty!

At this time, there was a father-in-law at the palace gate who hurriedly ran over.

"Huh, what's wrong?"

Seeing this, the Lord of Sui and the ministers frowned together.