To be honest, Qi Junguang didn't expect Song Jimao to collapse like this.

Smugly glanced at the crowd again, "Is there anyone else writing poetry?" If not, this king will really be ugly! ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and it seemed that Qi Junguang's arrogance was quite complaining, but no one came out to fight.

Seeing this scene, Qi Jun was overjoyed.

It seems that he thinks too much, that Ah Kun is not a great talent at all, at best, he can write two poems, and he doesn't even dare to show his face when he hears poetry!

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't mention any martial arts test, how good is it to decide the winner directly?

And An Di, who was sitting on the other side, was also anxious: What the hell is that guy doing? Why hasn't it come out yet? Could it be that he ran away with the gold medal he gave him?

After thinking about what he heard from Su Mochen about Jing Zhe's style of acting, he felt that this possibility was very high!

And Jing Zhe, who was hiding behind the crowd, was chatting with Zhou Zhiwei.

"Brother Zhou, I can't imagine that your poetry talent is so high!"

"Haha, it's average, but it's no problem to win a few Jingzhou talents!"

"Wow, Brother Zhou's shameless appearance is quite my style!"

"Brother Jing has won the prize! Compared to Brother Jing, I'm still so bad! ”

Zhou Zhiwei replied modestly - after all, Jing Zhe is a fierce man who can brag about "writing casually, and he will beat the geniuses of Jingzhou and the three princes of Southern Qi", and he really can't compare.

After finishing speaking, the two laughed, attracting the disdainful eyes of a handful of talented people next to them, but they didn't care.

Hearing Qi Junguang shouting above, Zhou Zhiwei said, "Brother Jing, don't you go up and show your hand now?" ”

"There's no hurry."

Jing Zhe waved his hand and said calmly: "When a person like me appears, it has to be the last!" After the damage is full, the output can explode! Later, I will let this third prince of Nanqi know that he is really ugly! ”

Zhou Zhiwei didn't know how Jing Zhe's poetry was, but Zhou Zhiwei was already impressed by his ability to brag.

gave a thumbs up, and then shouted, "Brother Jing is awesome!" ”

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Seeing that no one was fighting, Qi Jun walked out with a swagger.

The arrogance of his appearance makes people want to beat him.

"Since everyone doesn't dare to write it, then the king will write a poem, so that the talented people of Anguo can see how our style of writing is in Nanqi!"

After speaking, he paced back and forth in the open space, shaking his head and shaking his head, as if he was forcing the king to appear.

"The remnant clouds are full of cold, and the sky is silent and the moon is like a disk.

The lonely shadow does not grow well at night, and the fairy garden is full of immortals. ”

"Good!"

Although there was a gambling contract, Emperor An couldn't help but say a good word after listening to this poem, and Zhu Xinning continued to lower his head and was writing seriously, Bai Qingyuan and Song Baiyun glanced at each other, turned around, there was a beating light in his eyes, and soon disappeared.

In the screen, Gui Zhi was a little anxious, and whispered: "Your Highness, why hasn't Jing Gongzi come out yet?" ”

Su Mochen bit his lip and didn't reply, but his hand sank into his clothes, and his thoughts shook like candles.

An Di sighed, but still let Bai Qingyuan and Song Baiyun comment according to the rules, and came to the conclusion that there are only four poems that can be promoted tonight, if you rank them, the best is Qi Junguang, the worst is Song Jimao, and the middle is Zhou Zhiwei and Chen Jiannan, and Zhu Xinning is also in favor of this result.

After listening to this, Emperor An looked at the crowd again, but it was still calm, no one was fighting, and at the same time, his heart was cold, and he was angry.

What is this kid doing?

As if tired, Emperor An beckoned and called Wang Yingqiu over to replace her in taking over the poetry club.

"Ladies and gentlemen, is there anyone else who writes poetry? If there is no one, the first match will start to advance according to the ranking! ”

The only thing that answered her was the sound of the wind.

"Is there anyone else?"

She asked again.

"If there's no one, then-"

"Wait, and me!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice from the crowd at the end, looked up, and saw a handsome young man in brocade clothes pulling away from the crowd and staggering out.

Wang Yingqiu pursed her lips and smiled dumbly: This guy, does he have to appear like this every time?

And behind the screen, Su Mochen's body, which was still tense just now, suddenly relaxed, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and his voice was weak.

"This bastard!"

An Di's face turned from anger to joy: It's good to come!

Zhou Zhiwei looked at Jing Zhe's back, and worship arose.

"Sure enough, Brother Jing is amazing! This wave, is that what he said about pulling full damage and then exploding output? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu: "......"

……

There were a lot of people present, and a very small number of them had seen Jing Zhe, and more had only heard of the name Ah Kun.

But Jing Zhe's appearance and handsome appearance still attracted the envy and jealousy of many people, and Chen Jiannan's guy gritted his teeth and hated it.

"Below—"

When Jing Zhe spoke, he looked in the direction of Zhu Xinning.

At this time, Zhu Xinning was looking at him, just like when he was at the gate of Wuxian Garden, his heartbeat was fast again.

"Pengzhou, Jing Zhe!"

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the brush in Zhu Xinning's hand fell into the ink cartridge, splashing a little ink, and the snow-white cloak on her body was stained unconsciously.

"Zhu Sheren, are you alright?"

Song Baiyun next to him saw that the ink was overflowing and the poems he had just written were spent, so he hurriedly reminded him.

"It's fine."

Zhu Xinning called Xiangzhi to remove the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and replaced it with a new one, and then wrote hard, but his mind was not on this, and there were only two words floating in his mind:

Zhe'er~

And after Jing Zhe finished speaking, he didn't go to see Zhu Xinning anymore, today is his stage, he wants to make a splash in front of his second sister and prove that he is not a cat or a dog who came to join her!

"Aren't you Ah Kun?"

Qi Junguang looked at Jing Zhe for a long time, and felt that he would not admit his mistake: where can there be a second man who is so handsome?

"Walking the rivers and lakes must know how to be low-key, isn't it normal to have a few pen names?"

“……”

Qi Jun was shocked, could it be that Ah Kun's pen name only writes words, and poems are written under other pen names?

His expression became solemn.

Bai Qingyuan, who was next to Zhu Xinning, stared at Jing Zhe's face for a long time, thoughtfully, Emperor An saw this, and said with a smile: "Bai Aiqing, do you feel a little familiar?" ”

Bai Qingyuan nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty, it's obviously the first time I've seen it, but I always feel that I've seen it somewhere." ”

"Haha, from Pengzhou, surnamed Jing!"

"Pengzhou, surnamed Jing...!!"

Bai Qingyuan raised his eyes fiercely, his expression was very incredible.

"Got it?"

"Your Majesty, could it be that he... Jing Shangshu's son? ”

Before Jing Wenmao was demoted, he was the secretary of the ministry, and Bai Qingyuan subconsciously called him so.

Andy smiled and nodded.

And after Su Xinping, who was standing behind him, heard it, his eyes looked at Jing Zhe and became indifferent again.

No wonder he felt uncomfortable from the first glance, it turned out that he was an enemy!

That's interesting!

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