Mei Yu's eyes swept over the people below, and then looked at Murong Xue, the corners of her lips were full of pride and arrogance. She didn't believe that she could write better poetry than her.

It's just that the bachelor who looked at Murong Xue's poems was excited, and slowly walked in front of the saint, handed the poem in his hand to the saint, and said with a slight trembling, "The saint, please see." ”

The saint looked at the scholar with a slightly strange expression, slightly stunned, a little unclear, and also looked at him in surprise, could it be that this Murong Xue's poem is better than Mei Yu's?

The scholar naturally understood the mind of the saint, if he hadn't read this poem, he was afraid that he would have decided that Mei Yu had won.

"Let's take a look at it first." The scholar handed the poem in his hand forward again, but there was still obvious excitement in his voice, he was also a champion, but when he was the champion that year, he was already thirty-eight, and he would never be able to write such a style of poetry.

Even now, he can't write such verses. Therefore, he really admired Murong Xue to the extreme, and even more appreciated it

The saint took the poem in his hand, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked up, but at a glance, his original casual expression changed instantly.

The slightly-turned, originally light eyes were also frozen instantly, staring at the poem in his hand without blinking.

Stunned, shocked, but even more strangely excited. His hand holding the paper also trembled slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he couldn't help but praise, "Good, good poetry, really a rare good poem." ”

The saint is a golden mouth, and he rarely praises people, let alone such undisguised praise on such an occasion. Shengshang's words, although the voice was not very high, but everyone below also heard it, and couldn't help but look at the poems in Shengshang's hand, and some people couldn't help but look at Murong Xue with some curiosity.

I don't know what kind of poems she wrote, and she was so praised by the saints and scholars.

To say, Mei Yu's poem just now is indeed very good, and the saint only said a word, and there was not much praise, but at this moment, Murong Xue's poem was so praised.

Therefore, everyone became more and more curious, what kind of poem was it.

Murong Feng's family was a little puzzled when they saw the scholar's expression, but now when they heard the praise of the saint, they were even more shocked, they had never seen Xue'er write poetry before, although they knew that she always stayed in the snow garden to read, but they never knew that Xue'er still had a strong hand in this area.

Could it be that you have been learning in the past five years? Cher was really more and more surprised by them.

Xiahou Mobing's eyes also opened slightly, and his expression was a little more stunned, to say, he didn't have any hope for her originally, after all, he had also seen Mei Yu's literary talent, but he didn't expect it to ......

"Isn't it, what the hell did she write, even the saint praised her so much, and moreover, she can surpass Mei Yu's?" Mei Xu's mouth was relatively fast, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Xiahou looked at Murong Xue with a little surprise, she really didn't expect her to be so powerful, she looked at Mei Yu for a long time, she used her little literary talent to show off and show off everywhere all day long, and now suddenly there was a person who overshadowed her, seeing that she could still be proud. But this Murong Xue is really tama, not only martial arts, but also brilliant, even she can't help but be jealous.

In the center of the main hall, Mei Yu's eyes were extremely round, looking at the saint in disbelief, but there was still a little doubt in the depths of her eyes. She really didn't believe that Murong Xue could compare to her.

"Shengshang, I don't know what kind of beautiful poems Miss Murong wrote, Mei Yu also wants to see Miss Murong's demeanor." Mei Yu's eyes flashed slightly, trying her best to hide it, she looked at the saint slightly, and said with a slight chuckle.

Hmph, she doesn't believe it, as long as the poem is pronounced, good or bad, everyone will naturally be able to distinguish, everyone is the best judge, and it is also the most fair and reasonable.

The saint's fat face smiled slightly, and then handed the poem in his hand to the scholar again, and said softly, "Scholar, you can read it to everyone." ”

As he spoke, a pair of eyes looked at Murong Xue again, and in the faint chuckle, the appreciation became more and more obvious. I really didn't expect to be able to write such meaningful poems at a young age, and I also wrote about my acquaintance with Concubine Tan.

"Yes." The scholar respectfully took the poem from the saint's hand, cleared his throat slightly, and then read aloud, "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." ”

His loud voice silenced the audience, his words paused slightly, his eyes raised slightly, and swept over the crowd one by one

Seeing that everyone's eyes were looking at him one after another, they were all looking expectant.

The scholar suddenly stopped, and sold a pass, quack, so that you all said that Miss Mei's poems were the best. I won't read it, I'm going to kill you.

Why did everyone "............" stop reading and reading??

Mei Xu hurriedly urged, "Scholar, are you reading?" ”

The scholar smiled slightly, and continued again, "If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup." ”

The parable in this last sentence is too vivid, too vivid.

His subdued voice stopped, and his eyes rose again, looking at the audience one by one.

Seeing the people on the field, the stunned expressions all by one, I felt a little more proud in my heart, as if the poem was written by him.

In the eyes of the saint, there was a slight extra trance, these poems are indeed rare good poems, and more importantly, this poem just touched the thoughts in his heart.

I think back then, he met Tan'er on the edge of the West Lake, and Tan'er at that time was really beautiful, very beautiful.

His Tan'er is commensurate with the West Lake, and it is really appropriate to say that Tan'er is the Xizi in this poem.

Looking back, she glanced at Xiahou Mobing, why was she so ruthless, she didn't even want her own children? If Tan'er was still there, would he blame him for putting all his hatred for her on a child?

Xiahou Mobing knew that Xiahou was looking at him in a daze, but he was not touched at all, and his face was expressionless.

It's just that when I looked at Murong Xue, I was a little more surprised, there are really a lot of secrets in this girl, I haven't seen her for five years, and it seems that she has changed a lot!

Originally, he thought that he might borrow someone else's money in this regard. However, if such a good poem had existed before, it was impossible for him not to have heard of it, so she should not have borrowed anything else, that is, she wrote it herself?

She was able to write such a poem.

It really made him can't help but admire.

If Murong Xue knew what Xiahou Mobing was thinking at this time, she would definitely jump up, ", you are the truth!" ”

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