Chai Lie's poems also touched the people who watched, patriotic poems are the most resonant, especially in Dahua, which has just gone through the war, to get the hard-won peace, the subjects of the whole country, are working together to build their own country, patriotic poems are an exciting medicine, this is also the reason why Zhao Chongde came out of this question, as a family tightly bound to the royal family, when the country is smooth and stable development, they have the opportunity to lay out their own power and expand the influence of their own family, Accumulate enough resources to cope with future changes.

The other judges on the stage were also immersed in the momentum of this poem.

After Chai Lie's poem, the field was quiet for a while, and another person walked to the front of the stage and said loudly: "Student Zhuang Bifan, compose a poem: Race to cross the deep sorrow and thousands of years of injustice, and the loyal soul can be returned once it is gone." The country is dead and dying, and only the world is left behind. ”

His poems did not arouse strong resonance from the on-stage judges, but they were still appraised by the on-stage judges.

When Zhuang Bifan heard the tone of judgment, he felt very clearly that his poems were inferior to Chai Lie's, and it was just the last chance, so he wanted to give it a try.

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With the passage of time, five people have made poems one after another, and the last incense stick is about to burn to the end.

"Qiu Xiang, why don't your highnesses write poems yet?" Li Shishi, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask anxiously.

"Huh? I don't know, Your Highness may have your own plans. Qiu Xiang still looked very relaxed, not worried about the situation of her highness at all.

"Poetry, don't worry, maybe Your Highness won't be able to compose poetry." Yang Zhanfei on the side was not very happy when he saw Li Shishi, and said with relief, for the sake of his sweetheart's mood, he couldn't take care of offending the prince.

"Hmph, how can you talk like a big man, our Highness is very good at writing poetry, you don't know not to talk nonsense." Qiu Xiang, who was on the side, heard Yang Zhanfei's words, pinched her waist with both hands, and said very dissatisfied.

"It's not that I mean to say bad things about Your Highness, but the five questions are almost over, and Your Highness hasn't answered a single one, isn't the truth obvious." Yang Zhanfei said without admitting defeat at all, he was just talking about things.

As soon as Yang Zhanfei's words fell, Jing Zetian walked directly to the front of the stage.

"Hmph, you see, our Highness will definitely make a poem to suppress the audience." Qiu Xiang said with a proud and confident face.

Kong Xiang saw Jing Zetian walk out, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was also worried that his only personal student could not compose poems.

Zhao Chongde knew Jing Zetian's identity, and his eyes were faintly filled with a hint of curiosity and expectation.

What kind of poems will the six princes who were a blockbuster a few days ago make today? It's really a little exciting, Zhao Chongde thought in his heart.

"Student Jing Zetian." Jing Zetian bowed very naturally and stood in front of the stage in a chic manner.

It turned out that he was the sixth prince, and his calligraphy was so good that he didn't know how to compose poetry. Yan Shigu also knew Jing Zetian's identity, and looked at Jing Zetian with curiosity.

"Jing Zetian? It's a familiar name. When someone in the audience heard Jing Zetian's name, they immediately felt as if they had heard it somewhere, but they couldn't think of it if they thought about it carefully.

Jing Zetian took a deep breath.

'After enduring it for so long, I finally waited until the last moment, when I had to pick a poem that was relatively famous in my previous life, suppress the audience, and impress my goddess. Jing Zetian thought in his heart.

"The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang don't pay attention. The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in a lonely city.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying. Jing Zetian recited the poem in a calm tone.

This poem was obtained by him through Duan You, many patriotic poems in his previous life were in conflict with the history of this era, Jing Zetian chose this poem after thousands of choices, and it was also suitable for the occasion.

As soon as Jing Zetian's poem was recited, the last incense stick was just burned into ashes, and as soon as his words fell, the entire Wenqu Garden fell silent again.

His recitation was not loud, but it was very penetrating, and everyone in the audience could clearly hear the content of Jing Zetian's poems.

After listening to Jing Zetian's poems, at this moment they were all immersed in the scenery of the border fortress depicted in Jing Zetian's poems, and the military life of the soldiers who went out on the expedition.

The people present were basically literati, most of them had never participated in the war, few people had seen the hard work of the frontier soldiers, and after hearing Jing Zetian's poems, they could already feel the difficulty of guarding the gates, and some of them couldn't help but leave tears of emotion.

"For this last question, I choose Jing Zetian. When I was young, I also went to the battlefield, and I know that it is not easy for the soldiers, especially those soldiers who are guarding the border all the year round and fighting with other races. Zhao Chongde got up and said in a slightly hoarse voice. did not say Jing Zetian's identity.

"I didn't expect Lord Zhao to go to the battlefield too, I really don't know this, this time I also chose Jing Zetian." Ji Fang also said in a deep voice on the side, obviously Jing Zetian's poems also touched him a lot.

"Although I am a civil official, but when I was young, I was hot-blooded and impulsive, and I went into battle to kill the enemy without the secret trust of my family. Zhao Chongde said in a somewhat lonely tone, the years are ruthless, and the once eventful years can only appear in memories.

"I also chose Jing Zetian this time for two reasons, first, he is my personal student, and second, his poems are really good." Kong Xiang on the side didn't feel so sad at the moment, he was happy in his heart, he didn't expect the emperor to worship such a talented six princes under his door, and at the same time he was determined not to live up to the emperor's trust.

"Huh? Old man Kong, you actually accepted such a powerful student? Why don't you tell me to wait, so I can have a feast to celebrate with you. Ji Fang on the side joked that although their ideas were not in harmony with Kong Xiang, their relationship was still good.

"Hmph, in the future, there will only be more of my Kong Xiang's personal students, and this is where to go." Kong Xiang said arrogantly. revealed a naughtiness that didn't match his age.

Because there are already three people who have chosen Jing Zetian, the choice of Yan Shigu and Liang Luowen is no longer important. Yan Shigu's eyes became even more curious when he looked at Jing Zetian, and at the same time, he was looking forward to the last round of the competition.

"Shishi, our Highness and Zhao Su have reached the final round, this is really good news." Qiu Xiang said happily.

"yes, maybe they'll come out on top today." Li Shishi's face was also full of joy.

Soon, the second round of five people has been selected, and the final round of competition begins.