Although Su Yufeng looked like he was thinking about Yue Feng on his face, he was just pretending, the purpose was to gain a good reputation; Isn't it admirable that one side thinks about the enemy in the competition? But in fact, he had already laughed in his heart, secretly laughing at Yue Feng was really arrogant, he dared to use the time of half a pillar of incense to compare with himself, what good poems can half a pillar of incense make, it seems that he has won this time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just when Su Yufeng was fantasizing about a beautiful picture of the future, Yue Feng's next words were as if he was pouring a basin of cold water on his head, which suddenly cast a layer of haze on his fiery heart.

"Haha, Brother Su is really a high wind and bright festival, I admire it, I can't hide it, Yue Mou has been thinking about poetry when he played the guzheng just now, maybe it is due to the infection of the rhythm, he already has a clue in the next, and half a pillar of incense is enough to write it out!" Yue Feng said a little embarrassed, but there was a thick ridicule in his eyes, mocking Su Yufeng's villain-like hypocrisy.

"I see, then I... Just waiting to appreciate Brother Yue's wonderful work! ”

After Su Yufeng arched his hand stupidly, he returned to his seat and sat down, looking at the poem that was about to be written, he suddenly lost confidence in his heart, can he really win that bastard with this of his own? But at this point, he has no way back, he can only grit his teeth and bite the bullet.

Time is water and sand, who can let it stay when it flows slowly, and the time of half a pillar of incense passes quickly.

The incense was burned out, and the two stopped writing together, and handed the written poems to the maid beside them, so that they could hand them over to the Seven Princes for review; The two maids came to the front table with poems exuding the fragrance of ink in their hands and respectfully handed them to the Seventh Prince, who had a strange face.

The Seventh Prince looked at the two poems on the table, and before he could read their content carefully, he was deeply attracted by Yue Feng's face, and I have to say that Yue Feng's 'thin gold body' handwriting is really a sharp weapon, no matter how messy the article is, it can be the first to grab people's hearts and shock people's hearts.

After reading the poems created by the two, the Seven Princes had a high score in their hearts, although Su Yufeng wrote exquisite words, poignant and touching, he also fully interpreted the topic; But compared with Yue Feng's, it lacks that true feelings and resonant charm; The reason why poems can be passed down through the ages is that it is the foundation of the poet's lyricism through the scenes, and the ornate rhetoric is naturally inferior to thought-provoking.

However, the Seven Princes didn't want Yue Feng to win, if it really spread, the children of the Hanmen were pressed by one person and couldn't breathe, which would definitely cause an uproar, and at the same time, the Hanmen and the family would really be endless, and it would be difficult to integrate, and this would also have a huge impact on his planning.

Li Shi glanced at it, and understood the hesitant mind of the Seventh Prince, it stands to reason that at this moment she should be going to persuade the Seventh Prince to let Yue Feng win, after all, where the poems are placed in black and white, it is clear who is strong and who is weak, if it goes against his will, it will only make everyone look down on the strength of the Seven Princes; But as I said before, literature is a matter of benevolence and wisdom, everyone has different opinions, if you have to let Su Yufeng win, it will be okay, but it will definitely cause criticism later, but in doing so, you can win the favor of the children of the poor family, and it is a favorable move.

But the Li family just rolled his eyes a few times, sat still, and let the Seven Princes make a decision alone, ready to use this move to see how this descendant of the Yue family should crack it.

The Seventh Prince pondered for a moment, and looked up at everyone who was looking forward to it: "Su Gongzi and Yue Gongzi are both talented people, and the poems are amazing, and the subtlety of them is up to you to experience, but as far as I am concerned, I prefer Su Gongzi, of course, this is just my opinion, who will win in the end, please decide together!" ”

Although he had the heart to directly determine whether he won or lost, he still didn't dare to be too arbitrary, so he made it clear in his words that this was just his personal opinion, but all the people present were smart people, how could they not understand the mystery represented here, this was clearly the intention of the Seven Princes to praise Su Yufeng; The children of the family who understood this were quite indignant, after all, Yue Feng was now representing them, but the other party was the prince after all, and they didn't dare to express their dissatisfaction directly, not to mention that the poems had not yet been announced, if it was really Su Yufeng's better, then they couldn't complain about others.

Yue Feng stood in place with a calm face, the words of the Seventh Prince had no effect on him, on the contrary, they helped him, I am afraid that the Seven Princes would never have thought that his words happened to find a way out, and Yue Feng could leave under the pretext of waiting for the poems to be announced, and no one dared to blame, because Yue Feng knew that his poems would never be lost.

[He Ran left ink road marks, and the water waves were slightly swaying layer by layer; The feelings are scattered with the wind and the clouds are fading, and the leaves are falling and the roots are trembling! 】

The first thing I read was Su Yufeng's work, I have to say that this time Su Yufeng wrote really extraordinary, and it did echo his reputation as a great talent, and I don't know if he played extraordinarily this time, or if he secretly had someone to help, but no matter what, this is a good poem.

As soon as Su Yufeng's poems were announced, there were bursts of exclamations, and the children of the Hanmen were surrounded by Su Yufeng, who seemed a little meaningful, and kept congratulating, as if he had won the victory, and the children of the family were a little silent when they intersected, and many people were already shaking their heads and glaring at Yue Feng with resentment, as if they were complaining about why he wanted to be strong.

For everything that happened around him, Yue Feng was indifferent, quietly waiting for his poems to be announced.

[The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that it is a good autumn. 】

As soon as Yue Feng's poems were announced, the scene fell into a silence where the needles could be heard, and everyone present was a reader, how could they not tell the good from the bad of the poems; Su Yufeng's poems are beautiful and moving, vividly describing the sad scene, and it is a wonderful work; Although Yue Feng's poems are simple in language, they profoundly portray the different attitudes of teenagers and adults towards sorrow.

Fall in love with the floor... If you want to talk about it... The more careful the taste, the more it can evoke the memories of everyone's growth, when we also pretended to be sad, eager to pay attention, and now the sorrow has already filled the heart, but can not show the slightest, can only pretend to be the weather, say that it is cold.

Su Yufeng's pride had already solidified on his face, the joy of the children of the Han family had also changed to silence, and the resentment of the children of the family had dissipated into joy like the first ice, although their expressions were different, but their eyes were all full of admiration, not to mention anything else, Yue Feng's talent had already deeply impressed them.