"Second place in the Linlang Poetry Club......" Huang's mother paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at everyone.

Everyone stretched their necks and stared, waiting for Huang's mother's words.

"Second place in the Linlang Poetry Club."

Huang's mother voice was two points louder.

"The second place in the Linlang Poetry Club is "Wild Mountain Yellow Sparrow" from Langzhou Poetry."

After Huang's mother finished speaking, it really caused a large number of people's doubts and puzzlements.

Langzhou poetry is a saint, that is a talent several times higher than them.

He only finished second.

"There's no real inside story, right?"

Someone whispered.

"Could it be that the Linlang Poetry Society is really degenerate?"

"Mother Huang, please explain."

"If you don't give us a reasonable explanation, don't blame us for making a big fuss about the Linlang Poetry Club."

Xun Sheng's face was also slightly gloomy, but he didn't speak.

Because he also wanted to get an answer to why his poem only got second.

He thought it was the best poem he had ever written.

He looked at the fifth floor with a faint gaze, as if he wanted to see through the plank and see the beautiful woman on it.

If you can't get the first place, I don't know when you will be able to meet these four beauties.

And the identity of a famous master and apprentice must also be given up.

Shunsheng is unwilling.

Huang's mother had already expected such a situation at the scene, and immediately took out the set of rhetoric that she had prepared in her heart: "It is said that there is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, this poem is indeed excellent, and the poem in the first place is also excellent. ”

"I can't explain what the famous teacher thinks, but the poem at the top of the list is definitely not a bad poem."

Huang's mother smiled slightly, she had absolute confidence in the poem at the top of the list.

"Then please ask Huang's mother to announce the poem at the top of this list." Shun Sheng said with a kind smile.

"Yes, let's announce it quickly, and let's see who wrote this poem that can be at the top of the list."

The voices of everyone spread through the fourth layer again, and only Wang Desheng laughed slightly in his heart.

This poem at the top of the list must be the county magistrate who can make poems like "Water Tune Song Head".

And the truth is exactly what he thinks.

Huang's mother quickly read out the long-awaited poem.

"The poem at the top of this list is from our Yangzhou County Lingchu Lord's "Qingping Tune".

"The poem of the prefectural magistrate."

"Could it be that the prefectural magistrate is also here?"

"It's been a month since the county commander took office, and I haven't seen it yet, the county commander, can you be here?" Someone said loudly to the surroundings.

Some people from outside also asked puzzledly, "Who is your county magistrate?" ”

"Our county magistrate is the leader of the last imperial examination, you know the eye, right?" A well-wisher replied.

"I know the list, I heard that his surname is Chu ....."

""Water Tune Song Head" is the one who 'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together'."

The man's eyes widened, as if he had seen the light in the dark for a long time, and he muttered, "'When is the bright moon, ask the wine every day'?" ”

"Yes, yes."

"Oh my God, I memorize this poem every day, if it's really his poem, then he deserves to be the first?"

"It would be great if he was really at the top of the list."

When he heard that the top of the list was Truman, the limelight in the field began to change.

All of them think that he deserves the name of the top of the list.

They hadn't even seen what the poem at the top of the list was.

In their hearts, they already believe that this poem is the first.

Just imagine, how bad can the poems of a person who can make such a wonderful poem as "Water Tune Song Head" be?

Moreover, the top spot is still drawn by those two famous teachers.

They started screaming.

"Lord Chu, Lord Chu."

"Mother Huang, can you publish this poem so that I can wait to pay tribute." Someone asked.

Mother Huang shook her head and said, "We also want to publish such wonderful poems for everyone to enjoy, but the county order has left a long time ago, and we have not obtained the permission of the county order, so we can't publish it now, if you want to see it, we can only wait for the next Bai Xiaotong's poetry list." ”

Everyone sighed, but also understood.

Moreover, Baixiaotong's various lists are once every six months, and the day of the next list update is approaching.

If you can see such a masterpiece, why not wait a little longer?

But at this moment, Xunsheng walked out from the corner.

"I don't think so." He said aloud.

Everyone made way for him.

Soon, Xun Sheng walked in front of everyone and said to Huang's mother: "Huang's mother, I don't question the vision of the two famous teachers, but if you want me to recognize a poem that I have never seen as the top of the list, I don't agree." ”

"So what?" Huang's mother asked rhetorically.

"So I also asked Huang's mother to publish this poem, so that I can compare and compare." The Holy Way.

Huang's mother looked at him coldly, this person was very handsome, if it was before, she would have been so good, but at this time, she inexplicably felt a trace of disgust for him.

Xun Sheng continued: "After I wait for the comparison, if Lord Chu's poems are really better than mine, then I naturally have nothing to say, but if I ....."

After Shunsheng finished speaking, one person immediately echoed.

"Yes, although we believe in the talent of Chu County Ling and the judgment of the two famous teachers, we always have to make me wait."

As soon as this person spoke, there were more people around him who were speaking for the saints.

"How can you say that Xun Sheng is also a Langzhou poet, how can his poems be bad, and if "Water Tune Song Head" was made when Chu County was inspired, it just so happens that there is no inspiration tonight, and the poems he composed may not be stronger than Xun Sheng."

"Yes, yes, Mother Huang, let's publish the poems made by Chu County, not only to satisfy our curiosity, but also to give everyone an explanation."

There are even people who are looking for trouble and said: "Huang's mother is reluctant to tell poems to show us, is there really an inside story?" ”

Sure enough, hearing this, Mother Hua's face also turned cold.

She is also entangled in her heart, although the poems written in the Linlang Poetry Club, the right to this poetry will be obtained by them in the Linlang Poetry Club.

However, the other side is the prefectural magistrate after all.

In case the county commander blames him for this, it is not something she can bear.

"What qualifications do you have to observe the masterpieces of the prefectural commander?"

At this moment, a person said quietly.

The noisy environment was quiet again, and everyone focused on the source of the sound.

Huang's mother also looked over with gratitude.

I saw that at the end of the fourth floor, there was a middle-aged man who slowly stretched out his arms and yawned, as if he had just woken up.

"Who are you, and whether we are qualified to observe the masterpieces of the county magistrate, what does it have to do with you?" Someone was indignant.

"Who am I?" The man smiled slightly, pinched his ear with one hand and said, "I am the most proud subordinate of the county magistrate of Yangzhou County, and Wang Desheng is also!" ”

Everyone wanted to say something, but they were stopped by Xunsheng.

He stepped forward and asked, "Is it really a subordinate of the county commander?" ”

Wang Desheng nodded and said, "What's the matter?" Unbelief? ”

"Is it really Wang Desheng?"

"yes."

"That showman from Yangzhou County?"

"yes."

"I don't know if you can make a decision for the county magistrate, and let Huang's mother announce this masterpiece made by the county magistrate."

Looking at everyone's faint eyes, Wang Desheng fell silent inexplicably.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

When Xun Sheng got the answer, he ignored him anymore, turned to Huang's mother and said, "Then please ask Huang's mother to exhibit the poem." ”

"Since this Mr. Wang can call the shots, then I will show this poem."

Huang's mother replied.

Everyone cheered, but Wang Desheng was stunned in place.

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