On the stage, with a hazy face covered with light veil, the girl from Qiuyuan also moved her head lightly, looking at the Yinghong Mansion.

As soon as she turned around, she also noticed Luo Cheng, dressed in plain white clothes, with an indifferent expression, without eagerness and embarrassment, and she was particularly conspicuous in the group, and the girl from Qiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that this person has really finished writing?" ”

Thinking like this, her attention was more focused on Luo Cheng. Luo Cheng looks more mature than his actual age, but instead of looking old, he is more mature and stable.

The appearance is handsome and delicate, the skin is fair, but there is more temperament that the little white face does not have, self-confidence, as if everything is under control, the girl of Qiuyuan saw this, and couldn't help but think of the poem she heard behind the wall before: "This song should only be in the sky, how many times can the world hear it?" ”

There was a faint smile on her face, she was incomprehensibly beautiful, but it was covered by a thin veil, and no one could see her face at the moment. She smiled lightly: "This person, there is something interesting......

Outside the main hall, there are naturally a lot of spectators gathered to watch the excitement. There were many people outside the Yinghong Mansion, and some people entered the Yinghong Mansion and watched the play outside the main hall.

It is rare to convene a grand poetry meeting of talented people in the entire Beiping City in this way. In fact, many of the talents present were not from Beiping City, but people from the surrounding areas of Yanyun. When these people went to Beiping City to study or visit, they received an invitation from Wang Jie and came to the banquet.

At this moment, the people outside the hall are also paying attention to the people who are composing poems in the hall. After all, there are many famous people in it, such as the three heroes of Beiping, etc., all of whom are familiar to the people.

At the same time, scholars originally had a higher status, and in ancient times, scholars were a higher level than ordinary people in any case. Especially a young and handsome, suave, talented and wealthy character like Beiping Sanjie is even more noticeable.

It can be said that such a talented man is the dream lover of many women. Although the ancients had many restrictions on women, there was no shortage of women who liked to pursue romance in any dynasty.

"That guy is so weird, huh?" Someone glanced at everyone and said with some astonishment: "Is he finished writing?" ”

"The ghost knows what this person has written, my prince has not even started to write, this person is only afraid that he will be swollen and fat!" Someone said indignantly, although Luo Cheng did not deliberately pretend to be forced at this moment.

But when everyone was frowning and meditating, he stood alone and remained silent, even if he was not active. This makes those who like a certain talent very unhappy.

I haven't finished writing my XX son, how can you finish writing a little, you must be writing nonsense, just to show off this limelight, this guy is really stinky and shameless......

However, in the midst of everyone's condemnation, some people also found Luo Cheng's shining point: "This son is handsome, you know at a glance that he is not an ordinary son, and you don't know what this son writes?" How can it be so arbitrary? ”

Some people also asked: "Isn't there a rumor that Sanjie wants to compete with Luo Chenggongzi, the prince of Beiping?" Why can't you see Luo Gongzi in the field? Did you not come? ”

Again, there are two answers. Someone said: "I don't know what Luo Gongzi looks like?" Maybe it's in it, but I don't know, Luo Gongzi can write good poems such as "Momei" and "Plum Blossom", and I don't know if he can defeat Sanjie in one fell swoop. ”

Some people also said unhappily: "How could my XX son lose to that Luo Cheng, no matter how powerful Luo Cheng is, it's just hearsay, look at this game, my XX son is the calmest, then Luo Cheng must be afraid in his heart and dare not come to the meeting." ”

Everyone was arguing endlessly, but they were always observing the actions of the talented people in the hall. After everyone discussed, a short time has passed, but those who have put pen to paper have now put pen to paper.

Just before that, the three heroes also picked up their own pens and wrote the poems they had already thought of on paper in one go.

Luo Cheng was sitting with the old god here, but he didn't know that someone had already slandered him a lot. He vaguely noticed the strange gazes of everyone, and he couldn't help but wonder if he should slow down a little later to avoid the suspicion of pretending.

Everyone put down their pens, and the ethereal voice of the girl from Qiuyuan sounded, and she said slowly: "The time has come, presumably you have already written poems, and then please hand over the poems to the waiters, and then judge them by a few gentlemen." ”

Since Wang Jie and the others chartered Yinghong Mansion, they naturally discussed with Yinghonglou. All kinds of procedures have been arranged, and at this moment, the girl from Qiuyuan is on the stage, which is equivalent to the host of this poetry meeting. And Mr. Li and a few others are the referees and mentors of the poetry club.

Everyone is a reader, and there is nothing to delay at this time. Honestly handed the paper to the maids beside him, these maids were good-looking, well-dressed, and dignified.

Luo Cheng estimated that these should not be real maids, but girls in the Red Mansion. These women, at first glance, are read, dignified and elegant, and are simply the dream lovers of many men. It is no wonder that the Yinghong Mansion is the largest and most upscale green building in Beiping City.

After handing it over, Luo Cheng turned sideways and asked Hu Ba next to him: "How does Brother Hu feel about writing this poem?" ”

Huba rolled his eyes and sighed helplessly: "Alas, that's it, on the contrary, little brother, you finished writing so quickly, are you sure?" ”

In fact, at this moment, Huba's two friends looked at Luo Cheng with a strange gaze, obviously thinking that Luo Cheng was pretending to be forced to this extent, which was really shameless. But Huba's question was sincere.

Luo Cheng smiled and said, "Grasp, naturally there are some." ”

Huba smiled awkwardly, but he was a little suspicious in his heart, could it be that this little brother is really a hidden boss, so powerful?

Huba shook his head, no more thoughts.

These women collected the poems of each seat one by one, and then handed them over to the chairman. This is the same as the current review after the exam.

"This poem doesn't make sense, the idea is like this, it's really bullshit...... "Taking out one, an old man next to Mr. Li frowned and shouted.

Flipping through the sheet, another old man said: "This poem has a good idea, but it's a pity that there are really some problems with the words and sentences, but it's a pity that it's ......."

"This poem is gorgeous, but it is flashy and unsightly......"

"With autumn as the theme, I actually wrote such a beautiful sound, it is really rotten wood that cannot be carved."

“……”

looked at the past one by one, and then criticized a wave, but did not see the good poems, Mr. Li and the others were so fast that the pieces of paper were also discarded aside.

"This poem is extremely good!" One person said: "Is it Wang Jie's poem?" ”

"This poem by Xu Lun is also good."

"And this poem of Duling."

"Hey, who is this Huba? This poem is not bad. ”

"And this XX, the words and sentences are all superior......"