After the first round of selection, the spirits of the talents are in extreme excitement. A few are happy and a few are sad, and those who enter the semi-finals are all satisfied, while those who are eliminated are in a low mood, forming a very sharp contrast.

Taking advantage of the short break, the subordinates removed the tables in the field one after another and replaced them with three large tables, each with ten stools, which corresponded to the thirty people who entered the second round.

The crowd watching the battle gathered around He Jinlu to enjoy the poems recorded in the first round with him. The crowd pointed their fingers, clearly impressed by the amazing strokes in it.

He Jinlu personally participates in the poetry meeting every year, and he has seen many excellent poems. After reading a few pieces of paper, I just nodded my head when I encountered a good sentence, until I saw Tang An's poems, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I said loudly: "Manna wine white jade cup, if you want to drink pipa, urge immediately." Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times! What a poem! ”

Tang Anzheng and the fat man boasted about the fierceness of Fang Cai's poetry, but when it came out of his mouth, it was an understatement, as if it was extremely easy to win. He Ling, who didn't understand Tang An's pretended to be calm, was even more overwhelmed by the spirit of "talking and laughing" that he inadvertently exuded, and his eyes were full of small stars.

Hearing the old guy reciting his own poems, Tang An was slightly stunned, turned his head and said, "It's all taught by our young master, and Old Man He is too loving." ”

Everyone looked at each other and found that the author of the poem was actually this little scholar, and the look of surprise on his face was even greater.

Before this, no one thought that Tang An would be able to defeat the two masters. But when he heard He Jinlu read the verses, he knew that this young man's victory was not accidental, but a person who really had a gap in his mind.

He Jinlu was in a good mood, glanced at Tang An deeply, and said with deep meaning: "Victory is not arrogant, calm and relaxed." Seemingly... My old friend Cheng has found a good helper. ”

Tang An smiled and said: "Whether it is a good helper or not depends on whether Old Man He is willing to appreciate his face." ”

He Jinlu knew that he was hinting at Lushan Baiguo's deal, and said with a smile: "If you are old, it will naturally count, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." ”

"Tang should do his best."

Listening to the two of them playing dumb riddles, everyone was confused. Only the blue begonia, who knows the inside story, understands the reason. However, she didn't think too much about the meaning behind the conversation between the two, but carefully read Tang An's poems, a hint of brightness appeared in her beautiful eyes, and said secretly: Tang An, Tang An, how many secrets do you still hide...

Li Qingfeng on the side was robbed of the limelight by Tang An, his face was not very good-looking, and said, "Brother Luo, it seems that you really found a good opponent for me this time." ”

"I said a long time ago that he is not easy to deal with, it's just that you don't believe Luo all along." Luo Dongchen smiled bitterly.

Su Mei'er's beautiful eyes on the side flowed, and she said: "Although Tang An has some ability, the slave family doesn't believe that the two of the three young men in the dignified capital can't stop this little scholar from joining forces." ”

Hearing the fairy voice of the witch of the Western Regions, Li Qingfeng's eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism, and he looked at Su Mei'er with affection, and said, "With the words of Miss Mei'er, I must do my best in the future." ”

"Then there is Mr. Lao Li." Su Meier bowed, and her moving curves were revealed, which made Li Qingfeng express her determination again and again.

"Alright, you're almost rested. Next, we have to move on to our second part. Lan Haitang's voice sounded, and everyone present immediately quieted down.

Lan Haitang pointed to the three tables and said, "In this round, our thirty talents will be divided into three groups, each with ten people. There are different exam questions on each table, and now, please draw lots first. ”

Tang An stepped forward and took out a bamboo row, on which was written the word "three", corresponding to table three.

Luo Dongchen and Li Qingfeng had both won the first place in the poetry club before, and as seeded players, they were naturally avoided and sat at the No. 1 and No. 2 tables respectively. The No. 3 table that Tang An drew actually passed by the two of them again.

"Hmph, I can't imagine that he will escape again!" Li Qingfeng's face was unkind.

"Brother Li, don't be angry. If he really has the ability to meet you and me in the finals, then... Wouldn't it be better to let him lose face in front of everyone? Luo Dongchen said.

Li Qingfeng pondered for a moment, with a sinister smile on his dark face: "What Brother Luo said is reasonable, it is a good thing to enter the finals, but whether that venue is a heavenly palace or a hell... Who knows. ”

Seeing that everyone had already sat in their seats, Lan Haitang said: "In this competition, only one person from each table can enter the third round of the finals. Therefore, please show your true skills, and we will wait and see, waiting for the birth of the new Lushan Poet King. ”

"I can tell you that Master He has prepared a generous gift for this year's Lushan Poet King." Lan Haitang smiled and invited He Jinlu to his side, and said, "Old He, it's time to give the talented people a little motivation." ”

He Jinlu smiled and said, "The old man has prepared ten boxes of ginkgo and the gold-lettered signboard of 'Lushan Poet King', and will also publish hero posts. Presumably, the name of the 'King of Poetry' will be widely spread in this Jiangbei area. ”

Most of the talented people are well-off and do not lack silver. What they want most is nothing more than a "name" word. And He Jinlu took a fancy to them.

Aside from the "name", just ten boxes of "Lushan Ginkgo Fruit" are already worth a lot of money, and they have no price. From this point of view, if anyone wins this "Lushan Poetry King", it can really be described as fame and fortune.

Hearing the uproar around her, Lan Haitang knew that the "prize" had completely stimulated the enthusiasm of the talents. smiled: "If there is no doubt, then..."

"Wait!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and followed the prestige, but saw Li Qingfeng standing up.

Lan Haitang raised his eyebrows and said, "What does Gongzi Li have to say?" ”

Li Qingfeng laughed and said, "I have a small suggestion in the next place. ”

"Oh? Li Gongzi, please speak. ”

Li Qingfeng stared at Su Mei'er with burning eyes, and said: "It is reported that a few days ago, the first dancing girl in the Xia Kingdom, the 'Charm Dancing Demon Queen', came to Datang and fought with my first dancing girl in the Tang Dynasty. It was hard to find a ticket that day, and Qingfeng missed such a wonderful singing and dancing feast, which has always been a big regret in life. ”

When everyone saw him lead the arrow to Su Meier, they all had a sense of schadenfreude. This woman who is as seductive as a witch is enough to arouse a man's most primitive desire with a smile. can sink into such an extreme charm, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, I am afraid that no man can bear to refuse.

Therefore, as soon as Li Qingfeng's words fell, a cheer suddenly sounded.

Su Mei'er's eyes flashed with contempt, and then with a full of flattery, she said, "Then what does Gongzi Li want Mei'er to do?" ”

Looking at her weak appearance, everyone felt parched, and the same sentence came to their minds: Damn, what a slut!

Li Qingfeng pretended to be calm and said: "It is a blessing for Miss Mei'er to come to Lushan. Such a good opportunity, I am afraid that I will regret it if I miss it in the future. So Qingfeng dared to propose, if anyone wins the first place in the poetry club, can they dance with Mei'er girl? ”

It's shameless to want to take advantage of it and say it so openly! All the talented people thought of it in their hearts. Just looking at Li Qingfeng's smug stinky fart, he had already regarded the poet king as his bag. It's just that for the sake of face, I'm embarrassed to ask people: Can I dance with you?

scolded in their hearts, but everyone knew that there were very few opportunities to appreciate Su Meier's charming dance. Thinking about his sultry appearance, I only felt a fire burning in my chest. This is a temptation that is hard for any man to refuse.

Su Meier smiled at the corner of her eyes, but did not reply.

When she first came to the capital, if she refused, firstly, it would make Li Qingfeng very faceless, and secondly, she would not be able to ask for half a good word among many talents. This Li Gongzi clearly sees his weaknesses, he is really a despicable guy.

After being silent for a while, Su Meier smiled and said, "Why not?" Mei'er is also curious about this Lushan poet king! ”

"Oh!"

A burst of cheers resounded in the sky, which showed what position Su Meier occupied in the hearts of these hormonal men.

Although Li Qingfeng tried his best to suppress it, the curvature of the corners of his mouth betrayed the ecstasy in his heart. He smiled and said, "Qingfeng has thanked Miss Mei'er for all the talents here." ”

"It's Mei'er's honor to be able to dance with the King of Poetry." Su Mei'er said, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and glanced at Tang An intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Qingfeng... This Lushan poet king, will it definitely be yours?

(Thanks to the book friend 1833689 for the tip!) I have something to go out today, and there are 2 more ~ 1:30 pm on the next shift ~ see you or leave! ）