The evaluation given by everyone Lu was too high, so high that the three princes of Wu couldn't sit still, and said with a smile: "Everyone Lu praised it falsely!" Such a reputation is really frustrating for the younger generations! ”

said so, but the expression on his face was unusually proud, looking at everyone, so not majestic!

Although it looked unpleasant, the civil officials in the pavilion couldn't say it because they were bitter in their hearts, and even everyone in Lu gave such a high praise, this battle was lost......

Emperor Tang had a result in his heart at the first glance when he saw this poem, and now he is just waiting for Fu Jibin to comment on it for the last time.

"Since you all have no objections, can you declare that our three princes have won this test?"

The envoy of the Wu State stood up and said with a smile.

The three princes won, and there was light on his face, he could even imagine that this time he sent to the Tang Dynasty, and the three princes won both battles, not only winning the princess of the Tang Dynasty, but also having an unprecedented reputation!

When the time comes, the Emperor of Wu will definitely be excited to reward him, right? Thinking of this, his heart blossomed!

"Wait!"

At this time, Fu everyone, who had been thinking hard just now, suddenly spoke up, and the people on both sides "chuckled" in their hearts, thinking differently, waiting for Fu everyone's next ......

"If you only talk about the rhetoric and artistic conception, the poem of the Three Princes is undoubtedly better - but the most important thing to write poetry on the spot should be realism. Speaking of realism, we might as well take a look at this poem by Yang Gongzi. Although the wording of the whole poem is relatively simple, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is such a simple wording that depicts the scenery in this imperial garden so vividly——"

Fu everyone paused, the civil officials in the pavilion were already ecstatic, Fu everyone explained this, they also understood, the poems written by the three princes of Wu Guo are more like patchwork work, where is the impromptu play?

It seems that things are turning around!

On the other hand, the poem of the Three Princes has too many traces of artificiality, although the artistic conception is excellent, but it is a bit of a disease-free moan. So according to the old man, this is a comparison, in terms of calligraphy, the three princes are better, but Yang Gongzi is better at writing poems on the spot. So this contest should be more appropriate to say that it is a tie......"

Fu everyone's face was calm, and after finishing speaking, he sat back down.

After saying this, there was a lot of discussion in the pavilion.

The expected result was a win and a loss, but there was no such thing as a draw! Now there is a draw - will Princess Yilan marry or not......

originally thought that there was no room for maneuver in the matter, but now that everyone said this, Emperor Tang had confidence again, and said to the two with a smile: "Do you have any objections to the comments of the two of you?" ”

Yang Zexin originally thought that he had lost, but he thought it would be like this, but now he was still a little confused, so he just nodded.

But the third prince of Wu Guo did not change his face, and said with a smile: "The two of you are highly respected, since everyone said it was a draw, it was a draw, but——"

After the third prince of Wu Guo finished speaking, he strode to the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and waved the pen, his movements were as light as flowing water, and a poem had already jumped on the paper......

Everyone was shocked, just finished writing a high-quality poem, and immediately wrote another poem? The skill of writing poems and lyrics on the spot is too scary, isn't it?

This time, Emperor Tang did not step forward again, but the two of them walked over and looked at the Yongxue poem on the table.

Plum is better than snow, and snow is better than plum.

Winning or not winning is amazing.

The taste of acacia is unknown, please ask for the sunny snow.

I still remember the old days, the first snow season.

No one talks about the past.

For whom to fall and wake up for whom, I still hate to part.

"Good words, good words!"

This time, Fu everyone, who was not optimistic about the three princes of Wu just now, spoke up first.

"In a moment, I can compose a poem and lyrics in a row, and the quality is so good, the younger generation, the third prince is the first person the old man has ever seen!"

The people in the pavilion who just heard everyone's comments to regain their confidence are now hit hard by everyone's comments......

This plot reversed too quickly......

"This handwriting is exactly the same as just now, it seems that the calligraphy of the three princes has been perfected and does not need to be carved!"

Everyone Lu also said this from the bottom of their hearts, directly praising the three princes of Wu in the sky and on the earth, which is rare in the world, and the envoys of Wu were happy, staring at Yang Zexin all the time, thinking that our three princes just made a poem, should he also do it?

This time, there shouldn't be another draw, right?

Yang Zexin was also a little stunned about the result of a draw, but when he saw the actions of the third prince of Wu Guo, he knew that he was afraid that there would be another competition!

Originally, some poetry had been brewed, but after seeing this poem written by the third prince of Wu, he knew that he had lost, and the defeat was a mess.

If he was asked to think about it, it should not be difficult to compose a poem of similar quality, but now he has to compose lyrics on the spot, and there is such a good quality poem waiting for him in front of him - his mentality has collapsed, and he can no longer write good words......

The eyes of the civil officials have been falling on Yang Zexin, because he represents the hope of the Tang Dynasty, but when they saw him suddenly sad, their hearts fell, and they probably already knew the result......

…………

The wind and snow outside the pavilion are shaking, and the pavilion is silent and lonely.

The envoys of Wu had a smile on their faces, and the civil officials of the Tang Dynasty looked sad.

"Humph!"

The cold snort was not loud, but it was so quiet in the pavilion that everyone heard it, and immediately turned to look at the source of the voice—

Zhang Twelve has been standing in the far corner of the pavilion, talking to the newly recognized senior sister Mo Li without saying a word, but Mo Li's temper - you can imagine how "pleasant" the conversation between them was......

was hit Mo Li's side, and when he heard the poems of the three princes of Wu boasting about the two of them, Zhang Twelve was dissatisfied for a while, so he snorted coldly.

"What are you humming?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were shooting towards them, Mo Li asked with some dissatisfaction, still wondering if he was dissatisfied with his attitude towards talking to him, so he hummed?

Because Zhang Twelve was facing Mo Li with his back to everyone in the pavilion, a group of people looked at him - he naturally couldn't see it, but when he saw Mo Li's dissatisfied expression, he thought to himself, she wouldn't think I was "humming" her, right?

No, you have to explain it quickly! The thigh that just hugged - no, it's the senior sister who just recognized, where can I offend?

"Senior sister misunderstood, I'm not humming you, I'm humming that broken poem!"

"Broken poems and broken words?"

Mo Yi asked in some surprise.

"yes, what's that about? I can write a basket with my eyes closed, and I can write better than him! What is it that is not a broken poem? ”

Zhang Twelve looked at Mo Yi's curious appearance with a smug expression.