Both of them picked up quickly, without the slightest thought and hesitation, and in a moment, there had been more than ten rounds of rounds, and everyone was stunned.

Everyone knows and seen Mei Yu's talent, but they didn't expect that this Murong Xue is not inferior to Mei Yu in terms of quick thinking, and there is not even the slightest pause in the middle, everyone only feels that they haven't even breathed a breath, and it seems to be spit out in one breath.

"Murong Xue? It turns out that she is the medicine jar Murong Xue, not only is she so beautiful after a few years, but she is so beautiful and captivating, and she has such a good literary talent, she is really a rare beauty. Mei Qi's eyes were straight at the moment, and he couldn't help but say, looking straight at Murong Xue's eyes, there was a bit of obvious difference

When Murong Feng heard this, he glanced at him with a slight warning, but in Mei Qi's eyes at the moment, where could he still see Murong Feng not far from him, he just looked at Murong Xue with straight eyes.

From beginning to end, Xiahou Qing's gaze kept following Mei Xu, but Mei Xu was staring at Murong Xue in a daze.

Xiahou Qing laughed at herself, heh, maybe someone like Murong Xue is what he likes.

At this moment, Xiahou Mobing didn't seem to hear Mei Qi's words at all, and he also looked straight at Murong Xue on the stage, but there seemed to be a little more surprise in those deep and dark eyes.

"Okay, the two young ladies are really good at writing, it seems that in terms of receiving words, they won't be able to tell the winner for a while, so let's change the second topic." Xiahoudun interrupted in time and said with surprise.

Mei Yu looked at Murong Xue again, the ridicule on the corners of her lips had disappeared, and there was a faint amount of astonishment in her eyes. However, the arrogance on her face was still the same, and she didn't believe that Murong Xue really had the ability to win her.

"The two young ladies will take the West Lake as the scenery and write a poem each." Xiahoudun thought for a while, and said slowly this time, but in his expression, he seemed to be a little more painful, and his voice was slightly low.

The scholars in the audience were slightly distracted when they heard this, their eyes turned slightly, they looked at the saint, and saw the pain in the saint's expression, and their hearts were not a little unbearable, it seems that the saint is thinking of Concubine Tan again.

Back then, the saint was the Tan Concubine who met on the edge of the West Lake, and the Tan Concubine at that time was squatting by the lake, gently brushing the surface of the lake with the weeping willow in her hand. Looking at it from afar, it is like a fairy left in the world, beautiful and trance-like, but with a bit of vivid loveliness.

At that moment, the saint was completely stunned, frozen, and looked at her straightly, wanting to move forward, but he didn't dare to approach, for fear of breaking that beautiful picture, for fear that as soon as he got close, she would disappear.

At this moment, the saint takes the West Lake as the scene, and naturally thinks of Concubine Tan, so at this moment, if this verse is not good enough, I am afraid that the saint will be dissatisfied.

The scholar couldn't help but sweat for these two girls......

Murong Xue was slightly stunned when she heard the word West Lake, and when she looked at the saint, she saw the pain in Xiahoudun's expression, and secretly had a little more doubts in her heart, but she immediately remembered a poem, a peerless masterpiece that has been passed down for centuries, and she also knew that it was impossible for people in this dynasty to hear that poem at all, so she was not worried at all but very leisurely.

After a while, the guards quickly brought pens, ink, paper and pens, and placed them in front of Murong Xue and Mei Yu.

"Two young ladies, please." The scholar moved forward slightly and whispered, but there was a little nervousness in his eyes full of vicissitudes.

At this moment, the whole hall was even more silent, and everyone's eyes were looking at these two people one after another, all with expectant eyes, not knowing what kind of poems the two would write.

Mei Yu just thought about it slightly, and then quickly picked up the pen and wrote quickly.

"A talented woman deserves to be a talented woman." Someone saw Mei Yu start writing so quickly, and couldn't help but praise in a whisper, and everyone's eyes looked at Murong Xue one after another, seeing that she didn't seem to have thought about it yet, and she hadn't put down the pen yet, some people were anxious about her, worried about her, but some people began to gloat.

And Murong Xue didn't have the slightest nervousness, until Mei Yu wrote the first sentence, and was writing the second sentence at this time, when everyone saw Murong Xue slowly pick up the pen, lightly dip the ink, and then slowly lift it up.

All the movements are extremely light and slow, and there seems to be a bit of a deliberate sense of delaying time.

At this time, Mei Yu had already finished writing two sentences.

But she didn't have a word, but at this moment, Mei Yu was also thinking slightly, after all, it was a topic personally proposed by the saint, and there could not be a little sloppiness, maybe there was a deep meaning in it.

On Murong Xue's side, the pen went up and down, but there was no pause, nor the slightest hesitation or thought. In one breath, it was written.

Standing behind Murong Xue, I saw her in a daze all the time, and now that she suddenly picked up the pen, the scholar couldn't help but look at the poem she wrote, but after reading it, he was completely shocked, his lips moved slightly, and he almost praised it.

However, at this moment, after all, Mei Yu has not finished writing, so he can only secretly say in his heart, good poetry, really good poetry, there is no one before or after, there is only one unique in the world.

Mei Yu, a talented woman, is not in vain, and in the blink of an eye, she will soon finish writing.

However, compared to Murong Xue, it was a little slower, and there was a slight coldness in his expression, looking at Murong Xue, and said meaningfully, "I didn't expect Miss Murong's speed, but it was quite fast." "She, there are words in the words, meaning that her speed is fast enough, but poetry will never compare with her.

"I conceded." Murong Xue smiled slightly, and replied to her lightly, she didn't believe it, she borrowed Su Shi's eternal poem, Mei Yu can compare to her.

No matter how good Mei Yu's writing is, she is not professional, she can't write too amazing poems in just such a short time.

"Well, the speed of the two young ladies is very fast, which is surprising! Then the scholar will read it out. ”

At this time, the bachelor was already immersed in Murong Xue's poems and did not come back to his senses.

"Bachelor?" It wasn't until Xiahoudun shouted for the second time that he slowly reacted at this time.

"Yes" The scholar first picked up the plum jade, then coughed lightly, and then read aloud, "The water is new and red, and the scenery of Lu Garden is full of Qiu Ruins." I only feel that I am happy to swim in fish, and I also forget that I am happy like fish. ”

Mei Yu's poems, both in terms of artistic conception and word meaning, are very appropriate.

"Good poetry, really good poetry, the title of this female is really worthy of its reputation." The people in the audience heard the poem read by the scholar and praised one after another.

"Yes, such a poem, I'm afraid it's hard for someone to surpass it." At this time, Murong Lin gloated.

Scholar, when I heard it, I snorted coldly, I didn't know it, and I will read it out and scare you to death later.

Xiahou Mobing was slightly stunned, his slightly narrowed eyes were a little more thoughtful, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he looked at the calm Murong Xue and shook his head slightly.

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