"Do you hear, he's reading my poems, reading my poems." He was so excited that his eyes were about to flow out, and he always thought that his poems were being read aloud by special guests here, but this was just an illusion, but it was not at all.

Others sneered and laughed, this is a poem, it is clearly a smooth mouth, and he is embarrassed to show off here.

The quality of the poem depends not only on the elegance of your words, but also on the scenery in the poem, the poem in the scene, the natural and good direction.

Look at the one in front of you, the whole poem is mainly based on measure words, no scene, no thing, I know that he is writing poems here with the theme of clouds, and I don't know that I think he is here to teach others to count clouds.

"Hmph, it seems that this Wendou is none other than me." At this moment, this person was very excited, looking at everyone around him, but when he looked at Yang Xinyun, there was always a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Because it was he who read aloud the passages he had written, so that they would know that this was the so-called gap.

A ball of fire burned the piece of paper, and at the same time, it shattered the heart of a young man.

After Meng Lianpeng listened to this poem, she directly burned the piece of paper with a look, where is this called a poem, it is simply insulting to other people's ears.

When the man saw that the piece of straw paper that had just been read aloud by Yang Xinyun spontaneously combusted, there were suddenly 10,000 alpacas galloping in the grassland in his heart.

"Why? My poems are so beautifully written, and the scene of clouds floating in front of people's eyes can be ruined for me. The two eyes were unwilling, and they wanted to roar again, but their strength was very different, so they had to shout hysterically in their hearts.

When Yang Ying saw the burning fire, her heart was also moved, and her interest in leisure and elegance was suddenly gone, for fear that the poems she had created would also turn into ashes.

He was a villain just now, but now he has been pushed to the cold bench, and there is no day to turn over, life is like this, there are big ups and downs, I don't know when I will fall into the abyss, waiting for the dawn in the dark.

Meng Lianpeng's cherry-sized lips pursed slightly, and a unique poem appeared in her eyes, making it shine.

It is known that some people write words that are simply ashamed of this papyrus, unsightly, just like a beast, dancing on this papyrus, and some people, the words are okay, reluctantly acceptable, but then look at the whole poem, it is simply diving in the latrine, suffocating.

"The peach blossoms of Jinjiang come to the world, and the floating clouds of the Red Mansion become ancient and modern." The writing of the whole sentence is also so generous and decent, although it is not a famous work, but it has the style of a famous artist.

Slanting your ears to listen to the sound left by the river that day, accompanied by the sound of the wind blowing the peach blossoms, it is so into the ears, giving people a feeling of being in heaven and earth.

The clouds drifted over the top of the Red Mansion, and time stopped, and the past and the present changed in this passing time.

Meng Lianpeng, as the pavilion master of the Red Pavilion, not only wrote the clouds in this sentence, but also presented today's Red Pavilion Meeting and the Red Mansion Pavilion in front of her one by one, how could she be displeased?

His eyes stared at the piece of straw paper, and the mixed pupils gently slammed into the floor again in his hand, and the poem written by Yang Ying flew out directly and put it aside.

When the rest of the people saw this scene, they were all hippie smiles, waiting to see the joke, the natural verse before was nothing more than a joke, and now, on the premise that there is a precedent, this papyrus that has been listed separately must have something in common with him.

"What do you think is going to be a strange thing on this piece of paper?"

"I guess, maybe it's big clouds, small clouds, big clouds, big clouds, white clouds, black clouds, black clouds, black clouds." With the previous slip of the tongue, everyone at once spoke, and said the whole sentence.

The 'big and small clouds' and 'black white clouds' undoubtedly erupted in laughter on the ground again, but the decibel was too small when they communicated, and the crowd in the audience didn't know what they were laughing at.

"Hey! What to laugh at, say it to make everyone happy. The crowd also listened to the smooth verses before, and they also fought themselves offstage, and they had fun with the whole two sentences when they had nothing to do.

Yang Xinyun, who had been carefully savoring the rest of the poems, was also attracted by the separate straw paper.

"What is this?" He turned his head and stared at the still golden handwriting, but as soon as he looked at the handwriting, he was shocked.

"Isn't this written by Yang Ying?" As a brother of Yang Ying, he is naturally familiar with his brother's handwriting.

However, after taking a closer look at the content, he immediately turned from shock just now to joy, because he could see that the sentence was not created by his brother Yang Ying at all, it must have been helped by a nobleman, in this case, he was also much more relieved, and looking at the whole poem, this noble person is also very capable.

Meng Lianpeng, who had not spoken, did not mean that she didn't care about the outcome of this Wendou at all, looking at Yang Xinyun, whose facial expression had changed after reading this piece of straw paper, she asked, "What?" Could it be that the handwriting you know? ”

"How can I know, I just think that the poem is written in the best quality, and I'm happy for you." If she knew that she knew that she knew the person, she would definitely vigorously promote this poem, isn't this just favoritism, as a people's teacher, let his brother win the award here, even if he agrees, his father, who is the city lord, will not agree.

After that, he turned his head again, and then went to review the rest of the test papers, and in the end, he only picked out ten and listed them individually.

"Look at it, if ten of them are taken out separately, will they be burned directly by the pavilion master like before?"

"That's hard to say."

Meng Lianpeng, who had already seen them all, stomped the mixed pupils in her hand hard, "Quiet! shouted to everyone in the audience, and these people immediately did their own things quietly like frightened chickens.

With a wave of the pupils, all the ten pieces of straw paper that were listed separately flew back to the front of the previous owner, of course, Yang Ying's share was also sent back, and what was surprising was that the bloated yellow fat man also had a faint golden papyrus in front of him.

"Mine is back, too?" Looking at the piece of papyrus that he had written before, I don't know whether I should be happy or sad at this moment, could it be that I have been brushed down, and my road to the Red Pavilion Club has come to an end, and I am not willing to do it.

Forcibly suppressed his grief, swallowing tears and standing proudly in place, waiting for the pavilion master's speech.