Ma Zhaoyun was overjoyed when she heard Xie Wantong's question.

After all, Ma Zhaoyun prepared a poem about peach blossoms before coming to Qingyao Garden, because Qingyao Garden is most famous for the peach forest.

So Ma Zhaoyun guessed that this daughter's banquet must be able to use peach blossom poems, so she thought of a poem in advance.

I didn't expect to be really crushed by myself.

Ma Zhaoyun felt that her luck was too good, and she couldn't wait to see Lin Xianyu shouting three times: I am a straw bale.

Ma Zhaoyun pondered and walked around the peach forest before speaking.

"There it is!" Ma Zhaoyun with a hint of confidence and calmness!

"Bring the pen!" Ma Zhaoyun told the maid next to her, and soon a maid handed over pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Nuhu smiled and couldn't fold, and the mangrove sent me without a word. There are many cranes attached to the self-adaptation yin, and the garden is full of leaves and dreams. ”

Ma Zhaoyun's handwriting is very good among women.

After Ma Zhaoyun triumphantly finished writing this poem, the maid showed the poem to everyone.

"Sure enough, the writing is good, the mangroves are speechless, and the garden is full of leaves."

Xie Wantong originally looked down on this Ma Zhaoyun very much, but she didn't expect this Ma Zhaoyun to become a poem so quickly.

Many ladies are also full of praise for this poem!

"Miss Lin, it's your turn." Ma Zhaoyun said triumphantly.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine right away." Lin Xianyu's mind was spinning, after all, there were too many poems, and he had to pick one out.

"Bring pen and ink."

Lin Xianyu said with a smile, since he planned to crush this Ma Zhaoyun, he naturally wanted to crush it comprehensively.

Ma Zhaoyun's word is not bad among women, but it is far worse than her own.

Everyone looked at Lin Xianyu with some curiosity, you must know that this word is like its person, and if the word is not trained all year round, it is difficult to practice well.

Everyone knows Lin Xianyu's situation, but it has been less than a year since he started reading and writing, and this is planning to blow himself up?

"Spring returns to rainy days in February, and the peach blossoms feel the flow of the year. There are still 3,000 trees in the remnant red, which is not as fresh as the first flower. ”

Lin Xianyu wrote a line of poems in a free way, which was "The Peach Tree".

Lin Xianyu's most distressed thing was that her handwriting was not good enough, but after her internal strength gradually deepened, this character also followed day by day, and her writing was extraordinarily vivid.

"Good words, good poems!"

If Xie Wantong felt that Ma Zhaoyun's poems were unsatisfactory and too ingenious, after all, it was a temporary poem, which was already very rare.

That Lin Xianyu's "Peach Tree" made Xie Wantong stunned!

Not to mention Lin Xianyu's flowing words.

With this poem and this word, Xie Wantong felt that she didn't believe that Lin Xianyu was the kind of person in the legend.

With Lin Xianyu's talent, Xie Wantong is willing to make this friend.

"It's really a good poem!"

Even the lady who is good friends with Ma Zhaoyun can't say anything against her will, the gap is too big.

And Ma Zhaoyun's face turned very pale.

He was defeated, whether it was the words he was proud of, or the poems that he had been thinking about for days to make a splash at his daughter's banquet, he lost so completely.

Seeing everyone praising Lin Xianyu, Ma Zhaoyun really wanted to dig a crack and get into it by herself, it was really humiliating!

Ma Zhaoyun wanted to leave quietly while everyone was still appreciating Lin Xianyu's poems.

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