Feng Zhuyue said lightly: "Since that's the case, let's start!" ”

During the competition, Feng Zhuyue and Lu Pearl were arranged in two different private rooms, their private rooms were in the same row, and there was a barrier between them, but the spectators in the audience saw the situation of both of them clearly.

Everyone only saw that Feng Zhuyue lowered his head, picked up the pen, and only took the effort of not pouring a cup of tea before putting down the pen. On the side, the pearl of the road is still writing slowly......

"Have these four young ladies been written? How can it be so fast? You see, her pen has stopped. ”

The voice of these words was not loud or small, and Lu Pearl also heard it. When I heard that Feng Zhuyue had already written it, and I had only written two sentences, I was suddenly anxious.

"I don't think so, I've never seen such a fast way to write poetry. I don't think she knows where to start, it seems that Miss Lu is going to win today. ”

Lu Pearl was sweating profusely just now, but when he heard this, he suddenly quieted down. Also, in such a short time, how could she have written it, who did she think she was, and it was easy to get it?

Thinking like this, Lu Zhu's confidence is sufficient.

After another stick of incense, Lu Pearl finally put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction.

"I've got it written."

Lu Pearl asked Xiao Er to take out her poem and put it in the attic on the second floor to hang it for everyone to comment.

In September, Jiangnan flowers are closed, and Hibiscus is in Zhongzhou.

The beauty smiles at the water, and the sunset is still misty.

The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the autumn of Jincheng.

Looking at the twilight without injury, there is no pond and a kind of seclusion.

The man who had a lot of things read the sentence out, and when the sentence ended, he remembered the thunderous applause.

"Good poems, good poems, like a lotus lady with a grudge, as if you can see the girl with sorrow!"

"Sure enough, she is not a talented woman, and she can make such a good poem at her fingertips."

"Rare and rare ......"

The sound of praise was endless, Lu Pearl proudly glanced at Feng Zhuyue, who was drinking tea leisurely on the side, and when she saw the leisurely on Feng Zhuyue's face, she was stunned for a moment.

Why wasn't she nervous at all?

Lu Coral said in Lu Pearl's ear: "Sister, she is strong now, she will be good-looking in a while, she must be naked on this street today, see how she will behave in the future!" ”

"Hmm."

As soon as Lu Pearl listened to Lu Sango's encouragement, she had a foundation in her heart. That's it, how could the ordinary Feng Zhuyue be her opponent?

Feng Lei made a color like Xiao Er, and Xiao Er immediately ran to Feng Zhuyue's side.

"Fourth Miss, what about your topic?"

Danqing was already holding the poem written by Feng Zhuyue in her hand, and she turned around: "Don't trouble you, I'll take it for our young lady." ”

Danqing went straight past Xiao Er, came to the stage, opened the poem, and hung it on the side of Lu Pearl's poem.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, not vines and branches; The fragrance is far and clear, and the pavilion is planted; It can be viewed from a distance and not blasphemed. ”

After reading a poem, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and a crisp collision sound came from a box on the second floor.

"Good poetry!" In the crowd, a man in brocade clapped his hands and walked out, he was dressed in a flowing white robe, auspicious clouds fluttering in the wind, and a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes were infinitely autumn waves, so that he could see the suffocating face with a sprinkled smile.