Chapter 112

This is Li Zhiyi, who is also tied for second place with Li Qingzhao, after hearing Zhao Ji's words at this moment, he glanced at this young man who had never met before, stroked the long beard under his chin and shook his head. "Li's "Huanxi Sha" thinks it is a rare good product in the pen, and "Xing Xiangzi" of the virtuous niece is between the two of them, if the leader is chosen among the two of us, Li has nothing to say."

"But now that you have a certain and virtuous niece, your masterpiece can only be tied for the top of the list, which is really surprising, could it be that today, there will be another amazing masterpiece that will be seen by the world?"

"This is really, today's literary meeting, there are a lot of good works, but there are not many, and there are only a few songs that can be sung, and Mr.'s "Huanxi Sha" and Li Xiaoniang's "Xingxiangzi" are the top grades, which really makes people look forward to who wrote today's leader......"

At this time, the three generations of literary people present have expressed extremely rare affirmation of these two poems, whether it is legislative or wording, they are extremely talented, and they are definitely rare masterpieces.

If it is placed in the past literary meeting, such a masterpiece is the best player to win the first place, even if these two songs are tied for first place today, it is not impossible.

But right now, these two masterpieces are only ranked second, which really makes people look forward to today's first place, how shocking it will be.

The voices of everyone's discussions are also getting louder and louder, and Zhao Mingcheng and others have not seen Wang Yang's lyrics, and a careful liver has fallen back into their stomachs, but after all, they also have strong literary feelings, so they don't care about chattering with Wang Yang at this moment, and they are all whispering while curiously looking in the direction of the main hall.

"Mr. Li and Mrs. Li's painstaking and weeping works can only be ranked second, I really want to see what kind of amazing work it will be, and it can be the first place this year."

"It's coming, it's coming out, you see, wow, that big lantern is so exaggerated, it's almost twice as big as the other lanterns."

The door to the main hall was opened again, and someone took out rice paper and pasted it on a specially made giant lantern, and then, with the help of several guards, the lantern slowly rose and was hung on the highest point in front of the main hall.

Li Zhiyi looked at the lantern in a daze, and then suddenly chanted aloud with some excitement. "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan......

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable......"

"Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. How can he be like Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wished to ...... the day of the wings" Li Qingzhao looked at the lantern in a daze, and gently responded.

“…… This, this is, you wrote? Wan Bin was stunned for a long time, and suddenly subconsciously turned his head sharply, and a pair of big eyes were almost catching up with the big-eyed goldfish.

Wang Yang's expression still looked so reserved, and he smiled faintly. "Yes, it's the work below."

"Oh my God, this, this is unbelievable." Wan Bin shook his head in disbelief, seeing Wang Yang's work, and then looking at his own work, well, Wan Bin felt that his masterpiece was like a small grass next to a flower compared to this masterpiece that would inevitably be remembered for centuries.

"Whether it is a legislative proposal or a word, it is extremely talented, and the word describes autumn, parting, and changes in people's hearts......" That Li Changyi shook his head, at this moment, his brows had been completely stretched, in the face of such a masterpiece that was enough to last for centuries, he really couldn't rise to the slightest jealousy, more admiration.

"What kind of person are you? How could a person like you appear in our Yihong Mansion so inexplicably......" Liu Yiyi looked at the people around him with a look of shock and adoration on his face, and no one could remain calm at this time.

Master Li tried his best to raise his head high, straightening the chest of the little lotus that showed his pointed head, and his gentle eyes like water were full of worship and admiration like bright stars.

Wang Yang's heroic eyebrows, the slightly pursed and raised corners of his mouth, and the angular face, as well as the pair of eyes that look down on the world and look down on all beings, in her eyes, Wang Yang, the master, is simply omnipotent, as if there is really no difficulty in the world that can difficult him.

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"Dare to ask, which one is a Wushan layman, would you like to see Li?" At this time, Li Zhiyi suddenly shouted loudly, raising his eyes and looking around.

But Li Qingzhao and the others subconsciously looked at Wang Yang, who was standing in the crowd and seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Could it be that this product won the second place, and he was angry and wanted to fall in love with himself and kill him? Wang Yang smashed his mouth, puffed up his chest muscles and took a few steps forward, and his long sleeves shook. "In the next place, dare to ask this benevolent brother what is the matter with Wang?"

"You, you are Wang Yang, a monk from Wushan?" After Li Zhiyi turned his head, his face was full of disbelief, and he strode up to Wang Yang, stopped less than one step away from Wang Yang, and looked up and down.

“…… Naturally, it's true, and I believe that no one dares to pretend to be Wang. Wang Yang twisted his neck a little uncomfortably, being stared at by a beautiful girl or even a hundred beautiful girls, Wang Yang would only feel proud and calm.

But being affectionate by a person of the same sex, who is so close, well, maybe it is the staring that contains other emotions, which makes Wang Yang have goosebumps all over his body, and it seems that the adjective of same-sex repulsion is really appropriate for Wang Yang.

"So young, yet so amazing, the words are sad and sad, but sad but not sad...... It's a pity, it's a pity......" Li Zhiyi shook her head slowly, her face full of melancholy and helplessness.

It's a pity to be two times in a row, but I heard that Wang Daguan was very uneasy, picked the corners of his eyes, and said angrily. "I said this benevolent brother, Wang feels that his lyrics are already a very good work, I don't know what you are pity? Do you think it'......?"

Before Wang Yang, who was in a very beautiful mood, had time to get up, Li Qingzhao came to the front at some point, and respectfully saluted this Li Zhiyi. "Mr. Li, what are you sorry for? Can you speak up and solve the little girl's doubts? ”

"It's a pity, that's because with the Wushan monk's "Mulan Ci" in front, from now on, how many people in the world can dare to have the courage to write "Mulan Ci"? It's a pity, it's a pity, in the future, it is very likely that it will be difficult to have a masterpiece of "Mulan Ci" come out......" Li Zhiyi shook his head and sighed, then turned around with his hands a little disheartened, and walked towards the bluestone path leading to the outside of Qionglin Garden.

Everyone tacitly gave way to a way, and watched this famous lyricist leave the scene gloomily. After that, all eyes were focused on Wang Yang, as if he saw another superstar in the literary world of the Great Song Dynasty rising.

PS: A new day has started again, this is a change, and there will be a change in the evening, thank you for the deep-sea submarine in the sky, the reward support of the King of Rebirth and the King of the Otherworld, as well as the collection and recommendation support of the majority of book friends, love you, Mo Mo Da!