Wu Yaoyang was able to make such a perfect pair, and he could also receive the appreciation of Miss Shuiyue herself, which made everyone present envious, jealous and hateful.

Paralyzed! A mentally retarded person can make such a perfect pair, so what are we normal people?

Could it be that the god closed the door of his head, but opened a window next to it?

Although they were envious, jealous and hateful, especially Xiao Zhengdao, he wanted to find a flaw in Wu Yaoyang's pair, but he couldn't find it at all.

"This kid must be blinded! With his intelligence, it is impossible to match it! How lucky he is. Xiao Zhengdao couldn't help but complain.

"There are only five guests in the second question who arrive at the third question, these five people are, Xiao Zhengdao Xiao Gongzi, Wu Yaoyang Wu Gongzi ......"

When the bustard announced that he had been promoted to five, others were talking.

"I didn't expect Wu Yaoyang, a guy with an IQ to be in a hurry, to be able to go to the third question, his luck is really good!"

"In any case, Miss Shuiyue can't look down on mental retardation, and this mental retardation in the last question will definitely be eliminated!"

"Even if I can't date Miss Suiyue alone, I don't want this mentally retarded person to date Miss Suiyue alone!"

"That's right, a mentally retarded person is not qualified to approach the Water Moon Girl at all!"

“......”

Human beings are like this, they don't want others to get what they can't get, especially those who are worse than themselves.

If Wu Yaoyang can really get the approval of the Water Moon Girl, it will make others feel that they are even more mentally retarded than Wu Yaoyang.

Therefore, they would rather Xiao Zhengdao succeed than Wu Yaoyang succeed.

"The third question, write a poem on the paper on the spot, the same I have dozens of sounds, if I can't make it after ten sounds, and if I can't make it out after ten sounds, it is up to Miss Shuiyue to decide who to choose in the end! The main theme of this poem is fratricide, now you can start! Ten ...... Nine ......"

As soon as the bustard's voice fell, the five people hurriedly took up the pen and wrote.

Although the bustard counts very slowly, it is still very fast for the average person, after all, this is a poem written on the spot, not a stay at home and meditate.

Wu Yaoyang almost laughed directly.

There is a poem in Huaxia that has been passed down through the ages, that is, Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.

He was forced by his emperor brother to compose poems within seven steps, and then there were famous sentences for the ages.

This poem is almost well-known in China, and Wu Yaoyang is so familiar that he can't be more familiar.

He wrote it down almost without any thought.

It's just that Wu Yaoyang rarely wrote a brush before, and his writing was a bit ugly.

The people around him shook their heads unconsciously when they saw Wu Yaoyang's ugly words, "This Wu Yaoyang is really mentally retarded, he has read very few books, his writing is simply miserable, and the poems he wrote must be miserable!"

"Three, two, one! Alright, it's time to stop!"

The bustard's voice fell, four people finished, and one person was eliminated.

Xiao Zhengdao looked proud, he felt that the poems he wrote were very good, enough to crush others.

Sure enough, the poems of the first two people are not unusual, and there are even many grammatical errors, after all, the time is too short, and everyone sounds like they are shaking their heads.

Next, the old bustard picked up Xiao Zhengdao's poem and read it.

After reading it, there was a series of slaps in the audience.

"It's so wet, it's so wet! It's worthy of being the young pavilion master of the Izumo Pavilion, this literary talent is amazing, no wonder you can enter the entrance examination, and it is possible to participate in the palace examination in the future!"

"Xiao Gongzi is not only extraordinary in martial arts, but also brilliant in writing, he is the best young man in our De'an City, I admire him!"

"Xiao Gongzi's poem is enough to crush several other people, and it can already be determined to date Shuiyue girl alone!"

“......”

Xiao Zhengdao's poems won the appreciation of everyone present.

Even the water moon girl behind the white veil nodded slightly, but she still felt that there was a shortcoming, and what was lacking was a spirit.

Xiao Zhengdao was very proud, and asked the Shuiyue girl in the attic: "Shuiyue girl, I don't know how you feel about Xiao's poems, are you qualified to date you alone?"

"Xiao Gongzi's poems are ingenious, full of charm, and are everyone's works, but there are still some differences with the little woman's ideas, the little woman wants to listen to Wu Gongzi's poems, if Wu Gongzi fails to meet the requirements, the little woman is willing to date Xiao Gongzi alone. The charming voice of the water moon girl sounded.

Xiao Zhengdao slowly shook the folding fan and said disdainfully: "The poems made by that mentally retarded are definitely a bunch of filth, you look at the words he wrote, they are extremely ugly, and at first glance he is a person who has never studied, so there is no need to listen to his poems at all!"

This last question is a poem, not a word. Wu Yaoyang said disappreciatively.

Cao Zhi's seven-step poem is definitely a classic, if he still loses to Xiao Zhengdao, it can only be the vision of people from another world, and Wu Yaoyang has nothing to say.

"I can't even write a few words, and I still talk about poetry, since that's the case, then I want to see if your poems are masterpieces. Xiao Zhengdao said disdainfully.

"Yes, since this guy is so confident, let's read it out and let everyone hear it!" everyone cheered.

In everyone's opinion, Xiao Zhengdao can almost be sure of customs clearance.

And Wu Yaoyang is for being funny in the end, that's right, they just want to see Wu Yaoyang's jokes.

Da Bai was eating as always, without even looking at it, for him, eating was much more important than women and literary talents.

The others couldn't wait to see Wu Yaoyang's joke, and the person closest to the bustard directly snatched the verses from the bustard's hand.

"If you haven't read it for a long time, then let me do it for you, come on, let's see what kind of amazing work the mentally handicapped person who is famous throughout De'an City has made! Ahem...... Listen up, everyone!"

"Boil beans and burn bean baskets. This sentence sounds a little flavorful, and it is also very popular, probably only a fool would write it. ”

"Beans weep in the kettle. Mm-hmm, that's not bad either. ”

"It's the same root, why is it too anxious?"

When the whole poem was read, the faces of those who were still laughing changed completely.

The four lines of the poem are very easy to understand, and it may not sound like a big deal, but when you understand the meaning, it's completely different.

Especially the last two sentences.

It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?

It fully interprets the theme of fratricide, in which the grief and indignation are about to come out, just like the scene of fratricide experienced by one's own life, which is simply not too appropriate.

"What kind of hell is this? It just pollutes Lao Tzu's ears, how can beans be associated with fratricide, it's just playing the piano!" said a reckless man with disdain.

Xiao Zhengdao was very surprised, he was brilliant in writing, and naturally understood the meaning of Wu Yaoyang's poem, he really didn't expect Wu Yaoyang to be able to make such an amazing poem.

However, Xiao Zhengdao still pouted on the surface and said: "It's just an easy-to-understand poem, and it can be made by any show!"

After Xiao Zhengdao finished speaking, the people around him nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man who was angry with a scholar stood up and said with excitement on his face: "This is a bad word! This poem has concise language, clear meaning, and fully expresses the sadness of fratricide, without supreme talent, it is impossible to make such an excellent poem in such a short time, Wu Gongzi's talent is admirable! This poem is by no means something that ordinary people can compose!"