Seeing Lu Bu put down the pen in his hand so quickly, the maid thought that Lu Bu had given up, after all, writing poetry relied on inspiration and talent, looking at Lu Bu's appearance just now, he didn't think much about it at all, almost just picked up the pen and wrote, according to his appearance, it would be strange to be able to write it, looking at others, even if he was recognized as the most talented Wu Yang Gongzi, he also thought about it for a while, and Lu Bu can compare with Wu Yang, he is a famous talent in Jingzhou City, if it weren't for watching Lu Bu do that temperament, She's probably not going to pay attention to him.

The maid with the note in her hand was about to walk towards the young lady, and accidentally saw Lu Bu's poem on the top, thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of paths and people disappeared. This poem! Although the maid has no great talent, she can still distinguish the quality of the most basic poems. Good poetry! She looked at Lu Bu in shock, she didn't expect that such a good poem would come from Lu Bu's hand, and the most terrifying thing was that this poem was written in such a short time. Looking at the name below, Lu Wei, when did such a number one person appear in Jingzhou City?

She didn't dare to make a decision, walked quickly to the tent, and knelt in Nangong Wan'er's ear and didn't know what she was saying.

And these Lu Bu naturally didn't know, he was still quietly looking at the crowd around him, hoping to pull out a general from the sting, but soon Lu Bu found that there were two doubtful eyes looking at him, don't doubt this feeling, I don't know if you have this feeling, that is, when others look at or stare at you, you will feel unconsciously, this may be people's natural inspiration, this feeling is especially sensitive to women, which is why when a boy peeks at a girl, a girl will suddenly look at you, Even the most terrifying thing is that the girl will even know the location of the peeking clearly.

Well, the words are a little far, talking about Lu Bu, feeling these two eyes, looking around, and finding that it was actually from inside the curtain, which made Lu Bu a little strange, the poem he wrote was not particularly good, how could he let others target him. Lu Bu couldn't help frowning, this is actually Lu Bugao's ability to write poems from the ancients, it is true that almost all of the ancients could compose poems, but not every poem is a fine product, and the flow of mediocrity is countless, you don't see that someone in the Qing Dynasty wrote tens of thousands of poems, and he felt good about himself, but none of them have been handed down, China has been up and down for 5,000 years, and there are countless fine poems that have been handed down, these poems have been handed down through the test of time, and they can be taken out at will, all of which can suppress the people present. What's more, this song is still from Liu Zongyuan, and his landscape artistic conception is not beyond the reach of ordinary people. And Lu Bu naturally didn't expect this, he thought that his poem would be good to occupy the middle stream.

After a long time, the last bit of incense was finally burned, and as the last person handed in his work, the first part of today's banquet was over.

The tense atmosphere came to an end temporarily, and the students on the field began to be active again, and student A said to student B next to him: "Hey, friend, how are you writing?" Student B shook his head and said, "Don't mention it, the time is so short, I haven't even thought about the overall idea, just a few strokes, the time is up, how about you?" Student B looked quite helpless, and asked back to student A, as soon as he was asked this, student A instantly came to his senses, and said with a radiant look: "Don't say it, my luck is really good, it snowed in the first two days, I felt it, and made a poem, I haven't come to tell you yet, today I let me write about snow, haha, my luck is quite good." As soon as he heard this, student B looked even more decadent, casually perfunctory, and began to drink sullenly, while student A was even more vigorous, and when he saw B like this, he didn't care about him, and then showed off to the people around him one by one.

At that moment, there was a slight clapping of hands in the hall, and when they heard it, they all stopped talking, because the sound came from inside the tent, and they knew that the result they were expecting was coming.