"Our last judge tonight is Mr. Wang Majie, a young talent from Lantian Rimchuan! We all welcome Mr. Wang with the warmest applause! ”

Sure enough, Princess Yuzhen has such courage and skill that she can invite the most outstanding poets in the poetry world every year to gather together for the largest poetry event in the Tang Empire this year!

And Wang Majie is naturally the more dazzling immortal genius Wang Wei in later generations!

Wang Wei's poem name, Yang Jian naturally knows, his poems, later generations are highly evaluated, even if he travels to the Tang Dynasty, Yang Jian can still read his masterpieces freely, you know, that is a frequent visitor in primary school to high school texts, and it is a compulsory focus in high archaeological and cultural knowledge!

Wang Wei was in the middle of the three, but he was the smallest, about 1.75 meters, he looked about twenty-four or five years old at this time, hearing Princess Yuzhen's introduction and the applause from the audience, his face was still difficult to hide with pride.

Of course, at this time, Wang Wei has not yet returned to the countryside, he is still a young man who is keen on fame!

However, being able to witness the three most famous poets in history at the same time, Yang Jian felt that it was worth the trip!

If these three can survive to future generations, where will the judges of the Chinese Poetry Conference get Li Bo and his ilk to sit in that seat?

The appearance fee is millions per minute, and the big coffee who becomes popular overnight in every minute!

Seeing Wang Changling, Meng Haoran, and Wang Wei all appearing, Yang Jian's mood couldn't be calmed down for a long time, and what shocked him even more was Princess Yuzhen's ability to strategize.

Who the hell is she?

Yang Jian looked at the woman on the stage and was also full of curiosity about her.

In the audience, seeing the three heavyweight judges appearing one by one, all the people who participated in the poetry meeting could no longer calm their excitement, and stood up and applauded.

The applause lasted for a long time, and the faint echo over the room.

However, there is another thing that makes Yang Jian most nervous and worried now, that is, if his poems can't win the championship, then how can His Third Highness willingly fulfill his conditions in the future?

Bodhisattva bless, bless the three highnesses to win the championship!

In fact, Yang Jian was even more nervous than Li Xiang.

"Brother Maha, what do you think of the works of this year's poetry meeting?"

Meng Haoran gently closed a scroll of poems, rubbed his eyebrows, and read dozens of poems in one go, he had a little headache.

"A year is not as good as a year."

At this time, Wang Majie was still an upright and proud boy.

How could these mediocre works get into his eyes? He is a young man who became famous, the most famous genius boy in Chang'an City, how can these people in the audience make him look sideways?

When I remembered that when I and Meng Xiangyang and Wang Shaobo were born, the poetry of the entire Tang Empire seemed to be dazzling overnight and reached the limit of brilliance.

And in the past few years, hey, it's hard to say a word, it's a shame that the emperor attaches so much importance to it now, but the poetry talent hasn't been discovered for several years.

"Brother Maha, don't be discouraged, the people who participated in the poetry meeting tonight are all the children of some princes and nobles, but they are just a very small number of people among the countless people of our Tang Empire, and if you don't meet Junjie tonight, it doesn't mean that there won't be other places."

Wang Shaobo is young and old, plus many years of military career, hard guarding, for the prosperity of the Tang Empire is still full of confidence, in his opinion, the real good poetry comes from life, these princes and nobles, pampered, eating, drinking and having fun, what good poetry can be made?

"Listening to the words of the three of you, there are so many young people from the Tang Dynasty here tonight, dare not any of them get into your eyes?"

Princess Yuzhen, who has been silent on the side, is a little uncontrollable, she is the sister of the current Tang Emperor, and it is also a political task for her to be responsible for finding talents for her brother, and organizing the Tang New Year Poetry Meeting every year is one of the ways to achieve this goal.

Having said that, however, she is also becoming more and more dissatisfied with the work of the young people who come to the poetry club every year.

Lack of novelty.

Lack of creativity.

Qualifications are mediocre.

It is her greatest feeling, you know, although she Princess Yuzhen is not famous for poetry, but her eyes are still unique, think about Wang Majie, Wang Shaobo, and Wang Majie's friend Meng Haoran she found.

Although it is said that all the teenagers and girls here are under the age of twenty and have not yet reached adulthood, but when the kings and Maha debuted, were they not less than twenty?

Hey, I'm not afraid of not knowing the goods, I'm afraid of comparing goods.

Thinking of this, Princess Yuzhen couldn't help but glance at Wang Majie again.

In her eyes, this guy is like a star, as soon as he debuted, he shone in the starry sky of the entire Tang Empire, and since then, the starlight has always been rising and has never fallen.

Moreover, he is still so handsome.

"Back to Her Royal Highness the Princess, at least judging from the current situation of our reading of the papers."

Because Meng Xiangyang has always been located in the far-reaching rivers and lakes, his speech is more direct than that of Wang Maha and Wang Shaobo, of course, it is also more convenient, after all, people, if they have no desire, they are rigid.

"Huh, wait—"

Wang Shaobo, who had been judging the papers with peace of mind, suddenly let out a surprised sound from his mouth.

"What's the matter, young brother?"

Wang Majie turned his head and asked.

His intuition told him that Wang Shaobo might have made a surprising discovery, otherwise, with his talent and years of military career, he would not be so surprised.

"Brother Xiangyang, Brother Maha, please take a look at this poem!"

Princess Yuzhen saw that Wang Shaobo's hands were already trembling slightly.

"Poetry?"

Wang Majie and Meng Haoran raised their heads at the same time, and like Princess Yuzhen, they also noticed the unusual appearance of Wang Shaobo.

"Well, you see?"

Wang Shaobo's lips trembled slightly.

"Okay."

Wang Majie and Meng Haoran took the scroll of poems handed over by Wang Shaobo, and the two of them put down their hands together and looked at them carefully.

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. ”

After Wang Majie and Meng Haoran read the first word, they couldn't help but chant softly at the same time.

"I know that it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance! Wonderful, wonderful! ”

Meng Haoran suddenly slapped his thigh, looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Brother Xiangyang?"

Wang Shaobo knew why Meng Haoran was so excited.

Because when he saw this poem for the first time, he also wanted to fight the case and sing with his palms!

"Is this poem really from someone here tonight?"

Wang Majie's mood could not be calmed for a long time, so simple and clear, the rhythm is bright, but the poetry is full of poetry, and the poetry is extremely fresh and refined, could it be written by a young man who is less than 20 years old here?

If so, what kind of person should it be?

In front of Wang Maha's eyes, a dazzling spark suddenly shone out, instantly illuminating the sky in front of him.