When they heard this, they were astonished.

According to their previous understanding of "Ah Kun Gongzi", he is famous for only two words, and it is said that he is also good at words.

But Jing Zhe's poem just now subverted their cognition, and the world of genius was really beyond their imagination.

Especially when he raised his glass, it was more like free play, it was not easy to write such a high-quality poem, how could he write another one in the blink of an eye?

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away, which makes them even more useless.

Big brother, eat with a mouthful of food, leave us a way to live!

And Zhu Xinning smiled: "Yes!" ”

Seeing this, Qi Junguang was very uncomfortable, and said with a stiff neck: "Zhu Sheren, you are not fair!" ”

Zhu Xinning glanced at him and sneered in his heart: My Zhe'er wants to write poems, not to mention two, even ten and a hundred, I also agree, you talk to me about fairness? I spoil my brother, who can care about me?

"I said yes, yes!"

“……”

Seeing Qi Junguang's deflated appearance, Emperor An was very happy, and at the same time became interested, and said with a smile: "Anyway, Jing Zhe won the first poem, and it doesn't hurt to write another one!" ”

With a wave of his hand, "I've gotten it!" ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Jing Zhe arched his hand to Emperor An, and then moved his gaze to Zhu Xinning.

Zhu Xinning seemed to be aware, put down the brush in his hand, and did not shy away from it, his eyes met him directly, gentle and emotional.

Jing Zhe smiled, looked away, and said with a smile: "The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a night of reunion, and I happen to reunite with my old friend, and I feel something, so I wrote a special poem!" ”

Zhu Xinning knew who this "old man" was talking about, and wanted to write it down again, but then he thought that he would write it down for himself, at this time, it was better to enjoy it!

After Jing Zhe finished speaking, he began to read aloud:

"On the night of August 15 in the past year, by the apricot orchard on the bank of the Pengzhou River.

On the night of August 15 this year, the Xianyuan laurel tree is easy to water.

Where is the northwest looking township, and the southeast is full of the moon.

No one will blow when the wind blows yesterday, and tonight my sister is like in previous years. ”

Hearing the last sentence of "Sister", Zhu Xinning's face, which was still smiling, was suddenly full of melancholy.

After 12 years of separation, I haven't enjoyed the Mid-Autumn Festival with him, how can the past not make people emotional?

With tears in his eyes, he said in his heart:

This little villain!

As one of the few insiders in the courtyard, Emperor An was also quite emotional after listening to this poem, more than ten years passed in a flash, and the once proud courtier drove away, but his son was already an adult, and he had the potential to inherit his mantle, which was moving.

Then he named Zhu Xinning, "Zhu Sheren, you can also comment on these two poems by Jing Zhe!" ”

Zhu Xinning stood up, her eyes never left Jing Zhe, if there was no one in front of her, she would definitely pounce, right?

"If you only talk about the poem itself, the first poem is obviously better than the second one!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded their heads, and the first song was better than the second song in every way.

But Zhu Xinning changed his words: "But I choose the second one!" ”

“……”

is worthy of being his own sister, and she speaks a little like him.

Jing Zhe thought.

Others were also stunned: can you be so willful if you are beautiful? Seem... You really can!

An Di smiled: "What everyone sees and feels differently in their eyes is not unusual!" Besides, the most important thing to pay attention to when writing poetry should be poetry, and the comments of the people who wish the house are not unreasonable! ”

Then he said: "Then the people of Zhu She will re-rank the works of today's poetry club, and then arrange for promotion!" ”

Zhu Xinning nodded, wrote down the list, and handed it to Wang Yingqiu.

Wang Yingqiu took it with a smile, glanced at it, and was a little stunned, but still read it out: "Today's poetry club, there are a total of five poems that can be promoted, namely..."

When he finished reading, there was an uproar in the crowd.

It turned out that Zhu Xinning rated Jing Zhe's poems as the first and second, and the third, fourth and fifth were Qi Junguang, Zhou Zhiwei and Chen Jiannan respectively, as for Song Jimao, he was brushed down by another poem by Jing Zhe...

Although he wanted Song Jimao to lose deliberately, Su Xinping couldn't accept losing in this attitude that he couldn't even advance to the first round.

"Your Majesty, this is not fair!"

"How is it unfair?"

"This promotion should be five people, not five poems!"

Su Xinping pulled his throat and glared at Zhu Xinning angrily.

Zhu Xinning didn't care, and said lightly: "The rules are set by me, I say yes, that's okay." ”

Domineering...

A group of talented people were instantly fanned by Zhu Xinning's words, and Su Xinping was speechless, and just about to say more, he saw Emperor An glaring at him in disgust.

"Everything is according to what the wisher said! Do you have any objections? ”

This sentence was said by looking at Song Jimao, and Song Jimao stood up in despair: "Back to Your Majesty, the grass people have no objection and voluntarily withdraw!" ”

Even if the crane tail advances to the next round, most of them will be eliminated, and there is not much difference.

On the contrary, it was Zhu Xinning's attitude towards him that made Song Jimao completely dead, and he just wanted to leave this sad place as soon as possible and go home to heal.

"In that case, then—"

"Your Majesty, why don't I write three more poems, so that I can advance alone, and I don't have to have the second and third competitions, everyone's time is precious, go back to their own homes, and find their own mothers!"

“……”

Everyone was shocked, when did writing poetry as simple as buying groceries?

If someone else said this, they would be bragging, but when this came out of Jing Zhe's mouth, they felt that this was really awesome!

Now, Emperor An already feels that the victory is in his hands, but it is not easy to get out of the palace once, and it is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so go back so early, are you sick?

He's in the limelight, but I'm not enjoying it yet!

At a deeper level, Emperor An hopes that when he will go around the city, Jing Zhe will be able to defeat Qi Junguang in front of the people of Jingzhou and make him lose face - who made him so arrogant and domineering before?

Defeat him now, so what's the point?

So he glanced at Jing Zhe, "Shut up!" ”

"Oh..."

But Qi Junguang seemed to have been greatly insulted, and said in a loud voice: "No, Your Majesty Emperor An!" Promise him! The king wants to see if he can write three poems! ”

Even if he is a genius, he is a genius, but as soon as he makes a move, it is five strange poems, which is impossible in Qi Junguang's opinion!

Aren't you trying to pretend to be forced?

Then I will fulfill you!

I'm going to see, and when I pretend to fail, where will your face go!

Emperor An didn't want to agree, and was about to wave his hand, when he saw Jing Zhe throwing a pleading look at him, and finally had to say helplessly: "Okay, then Jing Zhe, you can write a few more songs!" ”

After hearing this, Jing Zhe smiled happily, and inadvertently glanced at Chen Jiannan, Chen Jiannan immediately felt an inexplicable coolness: how did he feel that he had bad intentions towards him?

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