"I'll come first." A young man strode out of the ten people, and it was Peng Yu who counterattacked all the way.

Peng Yu smiled lightly, his face full of confidence, and chanted while pacing.

"When the treasure mirror rises in the sky, the fairy in the clouds is silent.

The equinox is full of rounds, and the clouds are bright for a long time.

The cunning rabbit fell from the string, and the toad Hugh was born in front of him.

The Lingcha intends to join hands with each other, and wait for the galaxy to be completely cleared. ”

After chanting, among the hundreds of officials, there was a faint sound of praise, and the faces of the rest of the people changed slightly, feeling great pressure.

"This poem is quite novel, the first couplet uses a treasure mirror to describe the brightness of the moon, the jaw couplet writes about the magnificent scenery illuminating thousands of miles in the vast moonlit night, and the neck couplet and the tail couplet are further sublimated, imagining about traveling the universe, and making the moonlight in the clear sky more and more ethereal......"

After listening to Peng Yu's comments, he retreated, very satisfied, he spent a lot of effort on this poem, and he was satisfied if he could chant it today.

"Next!"

"Little woman Youruolan greets Your Majesty, gentlemen." But a young girl walked out.

"Lord You, Ling Qianjin is really good!"

"Master Li praised it falsely, the little girl has been obsessed with poetry since she was a child, and she does have some qualifications for poetry."

Lord Yu said this, his eyes were full of pride and pride.

You Ruolan wrote a poem, and as soon as Fang finished reading it, she won a full house, even Murong Han and Xu Zihong were moved.

Peng Yu smiled bitterly a few times, sighed, and a sense of disappointment and loneliness crossed his face.

Obviously, his poems were compared to Yu Ruolan's words.

Of the ten, seven men and three women.

You Ruolan is one of the three daughters, and her ranking is quite high, only slightly lower than Murong Han, ranking fourth.

"In Xia Xiaohua, I'm ugly."

After Youruolan, the scene once fell into an extremely solemn atmosphere.

The jewel is in front, and the wood is in the back.

Putting the rest in a dilemma.

After Xiao Hua finished reading, he won a lot of applause, but compared to Youruolan, he was a small witch called a big witch, and he made a judgment.

Then, four more went up one after another, and the poems recited were all lost to Youruolan.

All of a sudden, Youruolan's voice became higher and higher, and there was a tendency to sweep and sweep.

Of course, there are also people who are quite optimistic about Youruolan.

Because, in the field, there were still Murong Han, Xu Zihong and Ye Qiange left, and they did not recite poems.

And the results of the first and second rounds of these three people are quite eye-catching, and their rankings are higher than Youruolan.

Murong Han glanced at Ye Qiange, the cold light in his eyes flickered, quite a little gloating, he stood up and arched his hand: "Under Murong Han, everyone is polite." ”

"A little ice toad will make a very autumn color, and the light is everywhere. The empty mountains are smoky, the evening fragrance is floating, and the wind is falling into the distant sky. The cinnamon branch incense is half a year old, the golden wave is pan, and the clouds are broken. On the highest floor, with the general getting drunk, I suddenly felt strong and ......"

After Murong Han finished reciting, there was a burst of fierce applause in the audience.

There was no need for Mr. Dongfang to comment, You Ruolan was far away, and said coquettishly: "Murong Gongzi is talented, and the little woman is ashamed of herself." ”

"Lord Murong teaches his son well, and Murong Gongzi is young, so he has made such good works, and his future is limitless!"

"Dogs are only shallow learners, and adults can't boast about them like this." Murong Zhi hurriedly said.

"Don't be modest, my lord, with this poem alone, Murong Gongzi can pocket the leader in advance."

Murong Zhi smiled lightly, a deep meaning crossed his eyes.

Murong Han retreated to his seat, his face full of excitement and excitement.

He prepared this poem for a long time, spent a lot of effort, and specially asked his father Murong Zhi to polish it.

He clenched his fists and said secretly in his heart, I am the leader, and no one wants to compete with me!

He glanced at Xu Zihong, and now, only this son of King Ning is the one he deserves the most attention.

As for Ye Qiange, he didn't care about it at all.

Xu Zihong looked at Ye Qiange, and seeing that the other party didn't mean to get up, he couldn't help but purse his mouth, and walked forward.

For the time being, he didn't forget to glance at Murong Han, his eyes full of contempt.

The light in Murong Han's eyes sank, and he couldn't help but be slightly angry, but at the same time, he had a bad premonition, and his expression couldn't help but start to get nervous.

Xu Zihong, as the first in the second round, attracted the attention of many people as soon as he appeared.

He bowed slightly, without showing any timidity, and his movements were natural and smooth.

"Remembering the Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers are also in the cup, and the moon is also in the cup. Tonight upstairs with the same, cloud wet screen, rain wet screen. ”

"If you want to ride the wind to ask about chemical industry, it is difficult to pass the road and the letter. The hall is full of only candles and red, singing and calm, cups and calm. ”

"Good!"

As soon as Xu Zihong finished reading, Mr. Dongfang couldn't help but applaud, his expression was very excited, obviously he was happy to see the hunt, and he couldn't help it.

Seeing this, the adult who praised Murong Han suddenly froze his expression, then shrank back, forced a few laughs, said goodbye, and immediately retreated.

Murong Han's body went limp, and he almost fell off his seat.

He worked hard for more than half a month, and this time he was determined to win, but he lost in the hands of Xu Zihong, who was killed halfway!

He took a deep breath and quickly stabilized his mind.

Losing the top spot doesn't mean nothing.

His gaze slanted slightly, falling on Ye Qiange.

"Little Lord Ye, it's your turn." He shouted, and all eyes were immediately drawn to him.

So far, only Ye Qiange has not recited Zhuyue's poems.

Ye Qiange's face was gloomy like water, he glared at Murong Han angrily, pursed his lips, and didn't say a word.

Murong Han's heart was overjoyed, his body trembled with excitement, and said, "Could it be that the prince is not ready?" ”

Ye Qiange gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to split, and he stared at Murong Han deadly.

Cai Xian and Chen Yu were also excited, their eyes were shining, and they looked at Ye Qiange with full attention, as if they wanted to engrave Ye Qiange's angry and helpless appearance in their hearts!

Xu Zihong sneered, glanced at Ye Qiange, and saw that he had no intention of fighting, so he Shi Ran walked straight forward to get the imperial gift.

Xu Zihong's heart was very excited, he stared at those few things, and reached out to reach for the book.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a voice came, and Xu Zihong's hand stopped at the top of the book.

He frowned, looked back, and saw that Ye Qiange had already stood up at this time, looking at Xu Zihong with a smile on his face.

"The outcome is undecided, why is my brother so anxious."

His anger, his resentment, his panic and panic, in the blink of an eye, all vanished.

At this time, Ye Qiange revealed a light breeze all over his body, as well as incomparable confidence and calmness.

He looked at Murong Han and smiled: "Brother Murong is as wise as a torch, this king really has no preparations. ”

Xu Zihong was a little angry, "Then why are you blocking me?" ”

Ye Qiange is as safe as Mount Tai, "This king suddenly made a poem with great poetry, and made a temporary poem, I feel very wonderful, and I hope to learn it with you!" ”

Xu Zihong reluctantly withdrew his hand, glared at Ye Qiange viciously, and stepped back from the stage.

Ye Qiange took a deep breath, looked at the bright moon, his mood slowly calmed down, and he looked at Xu Yichan again, and a voice came out of his mouth.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky!"