Li Yue looked at Li Yu in surprise, and the crowd in the distance looked here, which also caused a lot of commotion.

Chu Yun looked at the young man and the people behind him, turned his head to look around, and saw the expression on the face of the hundred officials, his heart couldn't be so coincidental, right~? Depend on~!

"The Third Prince of Chu State~?" Chu Yun looked at him and asked softly with some disbehesitation.

At this special moment, being excluded by the hundred officials of the Xia State, these people are obviously headed by him, except for the three princes of the Chu State who are famous in Kyoto, it seems that they will not be others.

"Two brothers~, we meet again~." The young man smiled slightly, arched his hand at them, and said.

Li Yu's expression was stunned, and he didn't recover from this accident for a while.

Chu Yun arched his hand to the young man, pulled Li Yu's sleeve and pulled him away, this kind of occasion is not suitable for approaching the other party.

"The one who is with them~, it seems to be the eldest princess of the Xia Kingdom~, and the three princes know those two~?" After Chu Yun and the three of them left, an old man stepped forward and asked.

The young man smiled and said, "I've only met once~, and they're two interesting people~." ”

didn't continue on this topic, and asked: "The second competition is about to start~, is Brother Meng Chu ready~?" ”

Another young man leaned comfortably on the pillar, holding a book in his hand and reading it intently, and did not answer, the third prince of Chu shook his head, the poet idiot is really a poet idiot, .......

On the other side, Li Yuehu looked at Chu Yun and Li Yu suspiciously, and before she could ask the question in her heart, the room suddenly became agitated, and not far away, accompanied by Qin Xiang and others, Emperor Xia slowly walked towards this side.

Baiguan's expression was slightly excited, and he followed Emperor Xia into the main hall, and the third prince of Chu State glanced at the young man behind him and said, "Let's go~." ”

The young man straightened up, closed the book of poems in his hand, and looked in the direction of the main hall, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I hope today's competition will be a little interesting......."

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There was an eerie silence above the courtroom.

Not because I was worried that the noise would affect the competition, but because of the decision that His Majesty had just announced.

The candidate for this competition is not Wei Siye, but the son of Chu County~!

Your Majesty's move is undoubtedly to strangle their only glimmer of hope before the competition~!

If it weren't for the envoys of the Chu State who were in the palace, at this time, on top of the golden palace, I am afraid that the pot would have exploded long ago.

Everyone looked at Chu Yun with puzzlement, regret and even resentment, but no matter what kind of emotion it was, they no longer had any hope for today's competition results~.

"Chu Xianzi~?" An imperceptible light flashed in the depths of the eyes of the three princes of Chu State, and it quickly disappeared again.

As for the young man, there was a slight expression of regret on his face, waiting for the third prince to draw a stick from a bamboo tube, and when he saw the word "dusk" on it, he closed his eyes and pondered.

This poetry competition will naturally not be free to play, dozens of sticks in the bamboo tube, respectively written with different content, Yongwu expressive, write the scene and send affection, which one to draw, the two will take this as the theme, respectively, a poem, similar poems compared, it is naturally easier to distinguish the superior.

Of course, everyone has their own type of expertise, and in order to eliminate accidents and ensure fairness, this competition will be drawn three times.

At the moment when the young man closed his eyes, Chu Yun had already walked to the table, dipped his pen in ink, and decisively put down his pen in the stunned expressions of the hundred officials and the envoys of the Chu State.

"So fast~?"

"Could it be that he was prepared~?"

"It's unlikely~, that sign was drawn by the three princes of Chu State~, before this~, no one knew the title~, unless it was ......."

"Cough~, cough~, Lord Cheng is cautious~, cautious~!"

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In shock, the hundred officials seemed to think of something, their faces became strange, and after glancing at each other, they instantly returned to normal.

When the envoys of the Chu State saw this, they could naturally think of something, and the expressions on their faces were a little uncertain.

Only the third prince had an indifferent face, when he drew it just now, he had already carefully checked it, and each sign did have different contents, unless he prepared dozens of excellent poems that could overpower Zhao Mengchu in one day------ and this was simply impossible.

At this time, he didn't care about the matter of poetry, he was thinking about another thing in his heart, and his gaze towards Chu Yun gradually deepened.

After a while, Chu Yun put down his pen, and immediately a eunuch stepped forward and posted the poems he had written on the paper.

At this time, Zhao Mengchu of Chu had not yet opened his eyes.

Baiguan naturally looked over for the first time, and was first shocked by the exquisite regular script, saying that Rong'an County was young and had a lot of calligraphy attainments, and only then did he realize that the rumors were true.

I have to say that at this moment, a glimmer of hope was ignited in the hearts of the hundred officials.

Then, after reading the poem, the flame of their hope was ruthlessly extinguished again.

"In such a short period of time~, it is not easy to do this level~."

"It's also a masterpiece~."

"It's just a pity......."

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Among the hundreds of officials in the court, in addition to the military generals, who can be called "Wenchen", which one does not stand out from the millions of people, even if he is not like Wei Siye who has studied poetry all his life, but how can he not have profound poetic attainments.

If you are prepared in advance, it is not to mention, if you really play on the spot, it is rare to be able to write such poems in such a short time, at least most of them can't do it, but the person opposite him has the title of "the highest poet in the millennium", if it is only to this extent, there is no possibility of beating him at all.

Looking at the courtier's sigh, the expression on Emperor Xia's face remained unchanged, and after glancing at Chu Yun, he found that he was talking to Xiao Lening in a whisper, and his heart was more stable.

At this moment, that Zhao Mengchu finally opened his eyes.

He walked to his desk, lifted his pen, dipped it in ink, and the courtier's heart became entangled.

He glanced up at the poem that had been posted, and his eyes lit up at the handwriting, then he shook his head and bowed his head to write.

A moment later, Zhao Mengchu glanced up again.

This time, the pen in his hand could not fall any longer.

"What's wrong~!"

"What's going on~?"

"Why didn't he move~?"

"Could it be that he hasn't thought about it yet~?"

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After seeing the poem written by Chu Yun in a short time, Baiguan's heart was already almost desperate, and suddenly saw Zhao Mengchu looking at the poem and not writing it for a long time, and his heart immediately became puzzled.

This is really not a difficult topic to write, if the other party doesn't even come up with a single poem after Chu Xianzi finishes writing, then the hundred officials not only have to wonder if the so-called "thousand-year-old poetry is the highest" is just a false name.

But if this is the case, how could the poet Feng Chong say the words "ashamed of himself"~?

"Could it be~, there is something wrong with Chu Xianzi's poems~?" Someone noticed that Zhao Mengchu's gaze had been falling on Chu Yun's poem, and he was puzzled.

"How can this be~?" Wei Siye stood in the crowd, his face full of disbelief, and Zhao Mengchu looked at the poem in the same way, and kept muttering: "How can it be like this~, how can it be like this~?" ”

A bachelor from Hongwen Hall walked out, stroked his beard, and looked slightly excited, "It's an eye-opener~, it's really an eye-opener~!" ”

Baiguan was surprised when he heard it, this poem can't be said to be mediocre, but there is not much brilliance, but you can look at the appearance of Wei Siye and Xiao Daxue, there seems to be another mystery in this~?

So the hundred officials looked at the poem again, looking left and right, horizontally and vertically---- still did not see the reason.

Everyone's expressions changed, could it be that Wei Siye, Xiao Daxue and that Chu County's poetry and literary attainments have reached the point where ghosts and gods are unpredictable, and they can't even read it~?

At this time, Zhao Mengchu's gaze finally retracted, put down the pen, walked back to the three princes of Chu State, and said indifferently: "I lost the first game~." ”

When a eunuch heard this, he immediately extinguished a long incense stick.

Naturally, this competition cannot be time-limited, otherwise if a poem is thought of for ten days and a half months, Your Majesty and many courtiers can wait forever~?

Three poems, from the topic to the pen, the two of them have a total of time to stick incense, Chu Xianzi didn't think about it at all just now, and wrote it when he picked up the pen, and didn't waste much time, on the other hand, Zhao Mengchu, the incense has been burning for a short time.

"What~?"

"Why~, you clearly haven't written it yet~!"

Hearing Zhao Mengchu's words, the faces of several envoys of Chu changed greatly, and after the young people of Xia State wrote that poem, they thought that they had the chance to win, but how could they have expected such a play~?

Zhao Mengchu actually took the initiative to admit defeat~?

In an instant, several envoys looked at him with eyes and became vigilant, this surnamed Zhao could not have been bought by Xia Guo, or was he ---- Xia Guo's undercover agent at all~?

In this game, the envoys of the Chu State lost inexplicably, and the hundred officials of the Xia State were also a little confused~!

This is a win~?

Why~?

How did you win~?

Not to mention that "the thousand-year-old poetry is the highest", even they, during this period of time, have come up with a poem that can overpower what Chu Xianzi did, although it took a little longer, but as long as he wins one more game, it doesn't hurt, how can this Chu people admit defeat, is his poetry really blown out~?

"Can't waste too much time in the first game~, you're doing a good job~." The third prince of Chu finally retracted his gaze, patted Zhao Mengchu on the shoulder and said.

Zhao Mengchu nodded slightly, and when he looked at the figure who was whispering and laughing with the little girl over there again, his expression finally began to become solemn.

"In the first game~, Chu County's son won~."

Chu Guo took the initiative to admit defeat, and even the judgment of this game was saved, and the eunuch immediately announced the result loudly.

Until they heard the news that they had won, the hundred officials did not understand where they had won.

"Wei Siye~, what the hell is going on~?"

"Yes~, Scholar Xiao~, what's so wonderful about this poem~?"

"You guys should talk about it~."

Although he won, the hearts of the hundred officials were even more tormented, and Wei Siye and Xiao Daxue immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Scholar Xiao stroked his beard again, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at the poem of Chu Xianzi again~." ”

Everyone was puzzled, and their eyes looked over again.

The tide slopes with the dark waves and snow-capped mountains, and the moon shines in the Yuanpu fishing boat.

The bridge is small on the pine path of the temple gate, and the threshold is clear when the spring eye is clear.

The green trees and rivers dawn, the haze and the red glow of the sea and the sun.

Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, Bifeng is light with thousands of points.

Qinghong counts thousands of peaks and blue, and the water connects to the clouds and looks far away.

On a sunny day, the sea is red and hazy, and the dawn river trees are green.

Qingbo Shiyan Spring is the threshold, and the path Songmen Temple is on the bridge.

But no matter what they think, this first title "Title Hanshan Temple" seems to be ......, and there is nothing special about it.

This poem can only be regarded as a few sentences of barely describing the scene at dusk, and if you study it carefully, it is even suspected of going off-topic.

"Xiao Lao~, don't sell it when you're old~." An official urged.

Scholar Xiao shook his head and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, you might as well read this poem upside down and try it~." ”

"Pour~! Read it backwards~? "Baiguan was puzzled in his heart, this poem is still read upside down~?

But some officials subconsciously read it out: "Qinghong counts thousands of peaks and blue, and the water meets the clouds and looks ......far away, hiss~!" This~, this ........ ”

After reading only one sentence, he closed his mouth, and his eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets.

"How is it possible~?"

"How can it be like this~?"

"This~, this poem is read backwards~, actually~, it's actually a poem~!"

After being reminded by Scholar Xiao, Baiguan finally discovered the mystery.

The tide slopes with the dark waves and snow-capped mountains, and the moon shines in the Yuanpu fishing boat.

The bridge is small on the pine path of the temple gate, and the lane is clear when the spring stone wave.

The green trees and rivers dawn, the haze and red glow are sunny in the evening.

Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, Bifeng is light with thousands of points.

Qinghong counts thousands of peaks and blue, and the water connects to the clouds and looks far away.

The sunset is red and hazy, and the river trees are green.

Qingbo Shiyan Spring is the lane, and the path is on the bridge of Songmen Temple.

The bright moon fishing boat fishing is far away, and the snow waves of the mountains are dark with the tide. ”

Whether this poem is read backwards, it is actually a first-hand good poem, and under the superposition of the two, the meaning of this is naturally different.

Not only can you read it upside down, but you can also read it backwards, and the backward reading is also neat and appropriate, which shows that Chu Xianzi's skills in controlling words, he is afraid that he has reached the peak in terms of word choice and sentence formation, right~?

If the forward reading is the moonlit night scenery to the dawn of the river sky, then the reverse reading is from the dawn to the fishing boat singing night, and everyone can even imagine these two scenes of the Hanshan Temple outside the city.

Poetry~, it turns out that you can still do this~?