Tang Xiaoqi showed a strange smile and said: "Although I'm not sure, if any son really wins, it's a good thing if Wan'er likes it, after all, she's not too young, if you don't like it, hehe." ”

Shui Tianlan: ""

The youngest son of the Ministry of Labor below touched his chin, revealing a dignified color, and said quietly: "I see the clouds on the mountain in the distance, the snow on the rocks is like dust in the near distance, the thousands of mountains and thousands of stones are jade, and the cypress and pineapple are ten thousand clouds." ”

As soon as the words fell, the house was immediately full of praise, and Tang Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she glanced at the man deeply.

Shui Tianlan was also slightly surprised, it seems that there are really a lot of talents here, and they are casually exported into poems, and the quality is also good.

"Good poetry!" Liu Bo on the stage applauded, "Yes, yes, Jiang Gongzi is really talented, please sit down first, and see who else wants to write poetry again?" ”

"I'm coming!" Another fat man also stood up, rolled his eyes to the sky and said: "The Dongjiang River is cold and snowy, and the fisherman is hungry, and if he wants to catch fish in the water, he must break the ice." After speaking, he waved his hand to Tang Wan'er on the stage very proudly, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Zhang Gongzi, you also call it poetry?" Someone at the table next to the man laughed and screamed.

"Why isn't it called poetry, doesn't it mean winter? There is snow and ice, is it worse than Jiang Xiao's song? This Zhang Gongzi suddenly shouted dissatisfiedly.

Jiang Xiao is the youngest son of the Ministry of Works, and when he heard Zhang Gongzi say this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Zhang Gongzi is so literate. Everyone burst into laughter again.

"Ahem, who else wrote poetry?" Liu Bo laughed a few times, and when Zhang Gongzi saw that he didn't praise him, he knew that his poetry was bad, so he could only sit down and complain to his friends.

Next, a few more people made a few poems on the theme of winter, talking about winter snow, talking about Yongmei, talking about pine and cypress, for a while the competition was fierce, but unfortunately more than a dozen people in the past still no one surpassed Jiang Xiao's first poem, Jiang Xiao couldn't help but feel a little proud, laughing so much that his mouth couldn't close his mouth, looking at Tang Wan'er's eyes full of expectation.

"Let's make a song for the little girl, too." Tang Wan'er on the stage saw that no one was writing poems anymore, so she smiled slightly and began to say, "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow, don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, no one in the world knows you." ”

"Good poetry!" This comment came from a private seat on the second floor, and the corners of Shui Tianlan's mouth hooked, and Wen Qinghua finally couldn't hold it back.

"Mr. Wen has won the prize." Tang Wan'er was slightly blessed by Wen Qinghua's side.

As soon as Wen Qinghua's body moved, he fell directly from the second floor, he looked elegant and chic in a beige robe, and his whole body was full of bookish breath after standing still, if he didn't know that he was also a cultivator, Shui Tianlan really couldn't believe it.

"Miss Tang's poem is better than Jiang Gongzi's, not bad." Wen Qinghua praised without hesitation, and at the same time, his eyes looked at Tang Wan'er and brightened up a little.

"Wen Gongzi will also have a song!" Someone below shouted, everyone is a literati, so they naturally like these things, especially Wen Qinghua is the first talent, and it is also a pleasure to hear him chant poetry.

The corners of Shui Tianlan's mouth hooked up a smile, and Wen Qinghua's laughter came from his ears: "Okay, listening to everyone chanting Wen is also itchy, so I will make a song, and forget that everyone is not stingy to teach." ”

"Damn, I'm really good at pretending to be b." Shui Tianlan couldn't help but say a foul word.

Note: Regarding the poems, there are those made up by Yue himself, some have changed, and some have been quoted, so you don't have to worry about it, sweat drops.