Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi heard Wang Wenzheng's emotion, and his heart was also very uncomfortable, of course he would not feel strange to Zhou Wenyan of Hu Chu State.

No matter which country the reader is, he will not be unfamiliar with Zhou Wenyan's name, especially the famous prostitutes in the Qinglou, who have not yet sung a few of Zhou Wenyan's lyrics and songs.

When they heard that the person who wrote this poem was Zhou Wenyan of Hu Chuguo, everyone felt that it was very natural when they were amazed.

Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts at the same time, this time the Great Qin Kingdom was going to lose.

As the people and scholars of the Great Qin Empire, including those famous prostitutes in the capital, of course they are no strangers to Wang Wenzheng, but not many people are optimistic about Wang Wenzheng and can make better poems than Zhou Wenyan.

Suddenly, Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi, who felt extremely irritable, stretched out his palm and grabbed the white paper on the table, crumpled the white paper vigorously, and held it tightly in his palm.

Zhao Yan, the third prince of the Huchu Kingdom, showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and when he saw the other party's Great Qin State's leftist Cen Wenyi's somewhat uncontrollable actions, he really wanted to laugh happily a few times.

However, Zhao Yan knew that he couldn't do this, this was the capital of the Great Qin Empire, and if he really made such a crazy move, even he couldn't predict what a serious variable it would be.

The monarchs and ministers of the Great Qin State, who were annoyed and angry, if they suddenly announced the cancellation of the competition at this time, he couldn't even cry tears.

After all, Cen Wenyi was the head of the hundred officials of the Great Qin State, and he quickly knew that his actions were really a little too impetuous, so he reluctantly calmed himself down, opened the drawer of the table, and wanted to put the white paper that had also been rubbed by himself into the drawer.

When Cen Wenyi opened the drawer, he was suddenly surprised to find that there was a blank paper full of words in the drawer.

When he opened the blank paper curiously, he was watching the host of the competition on the stage in the background, and his nervous head suddenly became nervous.

Although he hadn't looked at the words on the blank paper carefully, just by a glance in a hurry, he knew that the words were really unsightly, and for a calligraphy master like Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi, it was simply unsightly.

Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi opened this blank paper curiously and saw that this was a Mengxue child, who had just begun to learn handwriting.

Although the words on the paper look dazzling and the writing technique is unusually jerky, who hasn't just started to practice writing? Even if his current calligraphy is worth a thousand gold, he has also experienced the time when he just began to hold a pen and write.

"Ming...... What day of the month ...... Time...... Yes, put the ...... Wine...... Ask...... Blue sky.

Ignorance...... Heavenly Palace...... Que, the past and the present...... Be...... What year. I want to ......"

While looking at Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi, who was silently reciting, the more he saw the back, the more excited he was and didn't know what to do.

Wang Wenzheng brewed the poem he wanted to make in his heart, and when he was about to read it out, he saw Zuo Xiang Cen Wenyi waving desperately at him, and his face seemed to be very happy.

Wang Wenzheng, who didn't know why, hurriedly walked over.

At this time, Cen Wenyi had already quickly copied the bright moon on another piece of white paper.

"Wen Zheng, how about you take a look at this song, can it beat Zhou Wenyan of Hu Chu State?" Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi said happily.

Wang Wenzheng bent down and looked down, his face was suddenly full of joy, and his heart was very happy and excited.

"Is this what Zuo Xiang-sama just wrote? This Mid-Autumn Festival poem by Lord Zuo Xiang is really well written, and as soon as this word comes out, I am afraid that no one will dare to use the Mid-Autumn Festival to write words in the future. Wang Wenzheng was very amazed.

"This word was written by the old man just now, but this poem was not come up by the old man himself." Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi said, pointing to another piece of paper next to him.

Wang Wenzheng raised his eyes and saw that the words on the paper were obviously written by people who had just learned to read when they practiced calligraphy, how could they write such good words?

"Lord Zuo Xiang, ...... this?"

"Don't ask the old man, the old man doesn't know what's going on, when the old man just opened the drawer, this piece of paper full of words was put in the drawer."

"Don't worry about where this piece of paper came from, as long as the word hasn't appeared yet, then we can use it first." Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi said.

"Wouldn't this be bad, in case the person who actually wrote this song happened to be at the scene, and heard that we used the song he made for the competition, and suddenly made a fuss, isn't it a big mistake!" Wang Wenzheng said with some hesitation.

"If you can't make a better poem than this, then you can only take a risk, although the old man doesn't know who wrote this poem, but it should be written by someone from our Great Qin Kingdom, so you don't have any psychological burden." Cen Wenyi said categorically.

In the face of the righteousness of the family and the country, Cen Wenyi believes that no matter who wrote the Mid-Autumn Festival, he will definitely not stand up against it at this time.

Wang Wenzheng finally figured it out, nodded and agreed with Zuo Xiangcen Wenyi's opinion.

This Mid-Autumn Festival poem is not very long, the whole poem adds up to less than 100 words, Wang Wenzheng quickly recited it silently several times, and then memorized the whole poem.

Wang Wenzheng walked back to the middle of the stage, his face was full of confident smiles, although Zhou Wenyan's poem was very good, but he believed that when this bright moon came out, this game of Hu Chu Kingdom would be lost.

"Ahem!" Wang Wenzheng coughed heavily, focusing everyone's attention on him, and then he spoke.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

This time, after Wang Wenzheng finished reading, the audience was silent for a longer time, and countless literati and scholars were immersed in the artistic conception of this Mid-Autumn Festival poem, unable to extricate themselves

After a long silence, there was a burst of applause.

Zhao Yan, the third prince of Hu Chu State, was very bitter in his heart, this game was obviously lost by Hu Chu State, although Zhao Yan, the third prince of Hu Chu State, his specialty is not in writing poems and lyrics, but he still has an appreciation for good and bad poetry.

Although there is also a calligraphy competition, the calligraphy competition is very difficult to judge, especially the competition between two top calligraphers, no one can tell, whose calligraphy is more skillful.

"The prodigy of the Great Qin Kingdom, the genius boy Wang Wenzheng, is really a person with amazing talents, and I Zhou Wenyan is not unjustly lost!" Zhou Wenfang of Hu Chu Country sighed and said.