Everyone is praising Gu Chunuan, and the more the Night Emperor listens to it, the more it is not a taste, so he hurriedly asks people to look at the poems and books written by other talents.

The next person showed Chang Zhen Changping's poems, one of them wrote eight poems, and one wrote nine poems, although the poems were good, but compared to Gu Chunuan, it was still much worse.

Zewang was even worse, but he wrote only five poems, his poems were not good, his calligraphy was even worse, and the font was sloppy and perfunctory, as if these poems were written by him under extreme anxiety.

Gu Chunuan teased, "King Ze, you are so level, you dare to give me King Ze's Mansion and the six other courtyards, tsk, it's really generous, I don't accept the wall, so I will obey you."

“

King Ze had a myocardial infarction, and a mouthful of blood kept gushing up in his throat, but he was pressed down.

That's not all he can do.

It was he who was stung by a bee and was covered in wounds, which was really itchy and painful.

Moreover.

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He was shocked by Gu Chunuan, so the more anxious he was, the more uninspired he became.

But he couldn't have said these words.

"The top spot is not yours yet, what are you proud of.

“

"Even if the top prize is not mine, it is definitely not yours, if I am not mistaken, you will definitely be at the bottom of the poetry competition.

“

"Maple Leaf composed forty-two poems.

“

As soon as Ye Feng's poem hung up, the audience was full of gasp.

The rows of poems, each of which is of the highest quality, and the calligraphy is even more so.

Even Gu Chunuan was shocked.

Ye Feng's calligraphy is unbridled, arrogant, and chic, which is not inferior to hers.

And his poems and books are decent and awe-inspiring, without doing anything, and at first glance, his heart is open.

It is said that words are like people, Ye Feng's words are so positive, his people are afraid that they will not be bad.

"Upstairs, the residual lamp is accompanied by Xiaoshuang, and the lone sleeper gets up the acacia bed.

How much is a one-night stand in lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long.

“

How much is a good lovesick one-night stand, and the end of the earth is not long.

Ye Feng's talent is by no means inferior to her, I am afraid that it is even better.

If she hadn't relied on the poems of the ancients, I'm afraid she wouldn't be Ye Feng's opponent at all.

Seeing that Ye Feng was only slightly humiliated, straightened his back, and stood silently aside waiting for Gonggong Ma to announce the results.

In the face of everyone's praise, there was no smug look on his face, as if it was not him who everyone praised at all.

is not anxious or dry, honor and disgrace are not shocked, but it is a good bearing.

"I didn't expect a poor man to have such a good literary talent, it's incredible.

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"But it's not, I always thought that the talents of King Ze and Gu Chuyun were amazing, and today after reading the poems of Miss Gu San and Ye Feng, I knew what it means to have a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

“

"Who is Ye Feng? Why had you never heard of his fame before? “

"A man from a humble family, before he has gained fame, how can he be famous.

“

"You say, this poetry and book competition, is Ye Feng able to win, or Miss Gu San can win?"

"It's hard to say, the poems and calligraphy written by the two of them are unparalleled in the world, but I feel that Miss Gu San's poems seem to be better.

“

The Night Emperor thought that Gu Chunuan would win, and his heart was cold, and when he saw Ye Feng's talent so high, he suddenly became interested, "Let's see how many poems Miss Gu San has written?" “

The Night Emperor hoped that it would be less than forty-two, but Gonggong Ma's words extinguished his last hope.

"Miss Gu San composed forty-three poems.

“

The Night Emperor's heart is gone.