"Good, good poetry, good poetry." Just when everyone was silent and thinking, the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers.

Gu Ange looked over with the voice, and saw that he didn't know when, Zhou Qiye and Mo Wuxian were already standing in the crowd, and this cheer was made by Zhou Qiye.

Zhou Qiye's eyes were full of appreciation when he looked at Gu Ange, but Mo Wuxian frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gu Ange was slightly stunned when he saw Mo Wuxian's expression, obviously it was only then that he thought that Mo Wuxian was not only a general who fought on the battlefield but also a prince who was crowned king by virtue of his military exploits, Gu Ange's poems may be a little ironic for him.

At this time, Gu Ange didn't care about the crowd that had already reacted to cheering for him, and immediately jumped out of the ring under everyone's gaze, and went straight to Mo Wuxian below.

Standing in front of Mo Wuxian, Gu Ange exclaimed with some hesitation: "A-Yuan... Mo Wuxian didn't say anything, just smiled at her.

However, seeing this smile, Gu Ange was even more uneasy, "I didn't mean you. ”

At this time, Zhou Qiye also reacted to what Gu Ange was struggling with, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Wen Yuan won't be angry about this poem, Nalan, what are you doing with such a big reaction?" ”

Hearing Zhou Qiye's words, Gu Ange was still a little uneasy and kept looking at Mo Wuxian, and his beautiful big eyes were full of nervousness.

"What do you want to do so much? Am I that much of a bull's horn lover, and what you're saying is true. There was a hint of loneliness on Mo Wuxian's face.

How could someone who was deeply involved not know how terrible the war really was, he frowned not because of Gu Ange's poems, but because he thought of the ordinary people who were struggling in the war on the frontier. The Eastern Zhou Dynasty has never taken the initiative to challenge over the years, but it is inevitable that there will be some friction with the surrounding neighbors, and he still has points in his heart about how many casualties there are on the battlefield, although he never regards the lives of these ordinary soldiers and people as a mustard, but in the context of this specific era, he may not take it particularly seriously.

It's not his fault, it's what he's heard, seen, and learned since he was a child. All he could do was protect as much as he could. When it is time to give up, he will still give up without hesitation.

This is the aristocratic royal power.

Gu Ange took a closer look at the expression on his face, and saw that it really didn't look like he was angry with her, so he was a little relieved.

"Little boy, is it still comparable?" The host on the stage only came back to his senses at this time, and his attitude towards Gu Ange was a little respectful and cautious, and he no longer looked down on her because she was young.

I can make such a poem at such a young age, and I don't know which family it is, the son of a scholarly family, tsk, it is really a talent from the country, amazing, amazing.

Looking at Gu Ange's slightly immature face, the host, who had just reached the age of not being confused, actually felt a little old.

"Go ahead." Mo Wuxian smiled and nodded.

"Hmm." Gu Ange smiled back, then turned to look at the host on the stage, and said, "It's here." With that, she re-entered the ring.

The poems of the two should be commented on by the special judges on the stage, these judges are all famous Confucians in Beijing, several people got to the side, and the discussion was inconclusive for a long time, and some people thought that Lin Qian's poems were magnificent and magnificent, and they showed the true character of a man; Some people think that Gu Ange's poems are more realistic and meaningful. In short, no one can convince anyone, and the two are evenly divided for a while.

"This..." The host looked at the judges who were already fighting above with blushing faces and thick necks, blowing beards and glaring at the judges who did not have the appearance of a Confucian at all, and were a little at a loss for a while.

The judges on the stage were noisy, and the students in the audience were also noisy, making the whole venue like a vegetable market, messy and noisy.

"Everyone, please be quiet." After a long time, the judges on the stage finally reached an agreement and told the host the result, and he immediately opened his mouth after getting the answer, and while speaking, he also made a few downward pressure movements with both hands.

After shouting for a while, the students below quieted down and waited for him to speak.

"After the judges' evaluation, the poems of the two sons are as good, this time it is a draw, and there is an extra game!"

An extra game? This is still a situation that has never happened to the Night Poetry Society.

However, the students below did not have the slightest objection to this, but gladly accepted the ruling, after all, an extra game may mean that they can still taste one or two more good poems, they are too late to support it, how can they still object.

However, they were willing, but Gu Ange was unwilling, "No need, admit defeat in the next." ”

"Huh?" Everyone obviously didn't expect Gu Ange to say this, and they were in an uproar for a while.

"I'm here to have a good time, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Try out what should be tested, and she doesn't have to compete with these students, which will ruin the future of others.

After finishing speaking, Gu Ange stepped down and returned to Mo Wuxian's side.

Although everyone was a little disappointed, but the main lord said so, they couldn't force others, so they could only shake their heads with some regret and don't say anything.

So, the leader of this night poetry meeting is naturally Lin Qian.

Because Lin Qian was already on an equal footing with Gu Ange, no one felt that he was unworthy of his name, and they all stepped forward to say hello, and Lin Qian was immediately overwhelmed by the crowd.

"Go and send him a post and ask him to talk to Accord." Looking at Lin Qian in the crowd, Zhou Qiye gave a command to the people around him, and then the three of them returned to Accord.

"Yes." The people who followed him led the way, and then finally squeezed into the crowd.

"Young Master Lin Qian, this is our master's post, and the master asks the son to go to Accord for a talk." The attendant handed the post in his hand to Lin Qian.

As soon as Lin Qian took the post, he heard another voice, "Lin Gongzi, our son, please go to the water pavilion in front of you to talk." ”

This other voice was naturally Zhou Qifei's person.

Lin Qian looked at the post in his hand, and then looked at another person, and was a little in a dilemma for a while, not knowing where to go.

As soon as the onlookers saw this scene, they immediately understood that this was brilliant and had the blue eyes of the big man.

For a while, all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred focused on Lin Qian's body.

"Hmph, everything has to be paid attention to a first-come, first-come, first-come, first-come, first- Go back and tell your master, Lin Gongzi has accepted my master's post, I'm afraid I won't be able to see your master. Zhou Qiye and Zhou Qifei's close attendants naturally knew each other, and when they saw the goods coming from behind, the faces of the people on Zhou Qiye's side immediately sank, and before Lin Qian could speak, he had already gone back.

"What to talk about come first and come later, Lin Gongzi hasn't said anything yet, where is your turn to speak as a minion." Zhou Qifei's person is obviously not a soft persimmon, so he kept a calm face at the moment and opened his mouth to go back.