Zhao Yan's poem can be described as amazing, the poor talents praised it, the disciples of the big family kept whispering, and even Chen Jiayao was thoughtful and seemed to like this poem very much.

Wu Feng said: "As soon as this poem comes out, Zhao Yan is really worthy of the name of a talented woman. ”

Tian Zhijie also felt the same way: "It's a good drunk to break the cold, which can be called a classic among the classics." ”

……

Peng Lao pondered for a long time, looked at Xianyun Jushi, and exclaimed: "Gao disciple is really powerful, this poignant poem has a far-reaching artistic conception, and it will give full play to a sad word." ”

Xianyun Jushi didn't speak, but his expression was very arrogant, and he was very satisfied with Zhao Yan's performance, he narrowed his eyes and looked at me contemptuously.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on me.

Third Young Master Bai sneered: "The surname is Zhao, it's time for you to compose a poem!" ”

Zhou Shao snorted coldly, "If you can't do it, don't be ashamed, Zhao Yan's talented woman's literary talent is more than you can compare." ”

Taunt!

Naked mockery!

If it weren't for the fear of affecting the qualifications, I really wanted to slap it over, this fucking ridiculed me one after another, I really thought Lao Tzu was pinched in the mud, I was just about to refute it, and the voice of the master sounded in my head, it was a poem.

I said directly, "Isn't it just a poem!" ”

"Taiqing Citation"

Lonely leaning against the window,

Mu Yue drops tears,

It's an autumn night with a faint sound of rain,

Acacia has no taste.

Last night I dreamed unless,

With tears and smiles,

Acacia is hard to complain of physical and mental tiredness,

The northern geese have not yet returned.

……

When the last word was finished, there was silence around me, and even the people who mocked me were silent, staring at me, not believing that this was a poem I had written.

Zhao Yan frowned, my poem, the same is about sorrow, the artistic conception is no worse than hers, especially the sentence that the northern goose has not returned, and even uses an allusion, it is said that the geese are double flying, once a hunter shot a wild goose, the other wild goose not only did not fly away, but wandered over the corpse, the hunter felt guilty, so he buried the wild goose, which is the famous wild goose hill, commemorating the story of sorrow and hatred and poignant love.

Peng Lao's face was gloomy, and he wanted to use Zhao Yan's hand to eliminate me directly, but the two of us had their own merits, which made him very embarrassed and didn't know how to judge.

It was Wei Danqing who stood up and said a fair word: "Peng Lao, Xianyun Jushi, Zhao Yan's poems are better than far-reaching artistic conception, and Zhao Zimu's poems are better than deep feelings, both of them should be talented, in my opinion, I might as well let them both advance." ”

Peng Lao's eyes lit up, and he stroked his beard and said, "That's very good!" ”

I rolled my eyes, this old guy is simply underbeaten, fortunately, Shi Niang's poetry is powerful, otherwise I would definitely be out.

Zhao Yan and I all advanced, but it was beyond our expectations, Zhao Yan looked at me, showed a trace of sympathy, nodded to me, one of my poems, won her respect.

I stubbornly nodded to her, feeling a little embarrassed, Zhao Yan is a real talent, and I rely on the help of my master, the two of us are not comparable at all, but in order to pursue Chen Jiayao, I must get the leader of the Wenhui.

The next thing is very simple, Peng Lao continued to distribute, and some people were eliminated one after another, and after the second round, there were more than a dozen people in total, I glanced around, in addition to me and Zhao Yan, there were still Tian Zhicai, Wu Feng, Cheng Tienan, Wei Hansheng, and some poor talents.

As for Liu Hao and the others, they were all prepared, but they met strong opponents, some poor talents, they specialized in poetry and songs, and when they met them, they only had the life of admitting defeat, not to mention that Liu Hao knew Chen Jiayao's secret, and he didn't want to win if he was killed.

Round 3!

The rules are simpler, more than a dozen people take turns to compose poems, and choose the top three to advance to the next round.

Peng Lao said: "In the third round, I chose 'Seven Words and Rhythm Poems', a total of eight sentences, each sentence with seven characters, requiring flat and strict comparison. ”

The third round of requirements caused a sensation among the people around them, you must know that the seven-word rhythm poem needs to be very proficient in poetry, as long as there is a word that is not neat, even if the whole poem is good, it will have no effect.

I swallowed and spit, this fucking wants to kill my rhythm, Zhao Yan and those talents, what they are best at is poetry, and now they make this request, obviously they don't want me to advance, but fortunately, as soon as this request came out, Wu Feng and Wei Hansheng also frowned, and neither of them will.

However, Tian Zhicai was full of confidence, walked to the front of Tian's boat, and said in a loud voice:

"General's Tears"

The old moon of the wasteland leans on the dangerous building,

The edge of the blade looks at the ruined hills.

The iron horseman carved the bow and raised it,

The sonorous wind and bones are looking for the marquis.

once mentioned the 100,000 tiger and wolf brigade,

Break through a thousand cities and be willing to repair.

I often remember the days of the horses,

The poor warrior is white-headed.

……

Exercise!

I scolded in my heart, this guy really has two hits, this metrical poem, the contrast is very neat, describing a dying general, recalling his former military career, the last sentence "The poor warrior is white-headed", which resonated with many people.

"Okay, it's worthy of being a child of my Tian family, there's nothing wrong with this poem."

"Tian Zhicai is really powerful, the five tigers of the Tian family, the head of Tian Zhijie's family, Tian Zhiye is in business, Tian Zhiao is from martial arts, Tian Zhicai is from literature, only the youngest has not graduated, presumably it is also good, in the future provincial capital, the Tian family may be hegemonic."

……

Tian Zhijie looked at me and sneered: "The surname is Zhao, aren't you awesome, how is my little brother's poem?" ”

I was just about to speak, when the voice of the master sounded in my head, I stared at Tian Zhijie, and did not refute his words, and directly read out a poem:

"Plum Edge"

The water-cooled pool is clear and the moon opens,

Plain pink and green tailoring.

Changed the three colors of Xizi,

Borrow seven white copies of the Qing concubine.

Appreciate the lonely and resentful rain from afar,

Obsessed with the cold and angry wind.

I have never seen the red and the purple,

I want to mourn myself with the Oiran.

……

Tian Zhijie sneered: "Haha, just your broken poem, I ......"

Before he finished his words, he froze in place, as if he had swallowed an ice lump, which made him very uncomfortable, and one of my poems slapped him in the face nakedly.

"Good poetry!"

Wei Danqing clapped his hands and applauded: "Okay, good, it's really a wonderful poem, a plum side, which can be called a classic." ”

Next, Zhao Yan, Wu Feng, Wei Hansheng and other poor talents all read out their works, and Zhao Yan wrote a poem, which was also shocking, and even Peng Lao nodded again and again.

Several comparisons.

Peng Lao, Xianyun Jushi and Wei Danqing exchanged for a while, and Peng Lao finally announced: "Advance to the top three places in the next round, Zhao Yan, Tian Zhicai, and ......"

Speaking of this, Peng Lao paused, looked at me, and said very reluctantly: "Zhao Zimu! ”

Suddenly, the whole ship exploded, the poor and talented people were okay, they didn't give up hope, but the disciples of the big family, almost all of them had a grudge against me, seeing that I actually entered the top three, they were surprised, and some people even slandered me, Wu Feng and Wei Hansheng, staring at me angrily, if the situation didn't allow it, the two of them would definitely do something to me.

The most embarrassing thing is Tian Zhijie, he just mocked me loudly, and now I have successfully advanced, making him blush and lose face.

Mr. Peng presided over: "In the last round, the rules are open, after all, it is Miss Chen who chooses her fiancé, and she decides the final winner." ”

Zhao Yan belongs to her daughter and cannot compete for Chen Jiayao's fiancé, she said: "The little girl has no intention of competing for the top, so she will come out first to offer her ugliness, and she should be happy for everyone." ”

She thought about it a little, and then read out a poem, although the rhetoric is simple, but there is a playful energy, because she does not want to compete for the top, so she did not show real skills, but the artistic conception is beautiful, worthy of appreciation.

Zhao Yan gave up the competition, and only me and Tian Zhicai were left, this guy was very confident, he didn't even look at me, he stood alone in the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, his green face showed a little loneliness, and he groaned leisurely:

"Fortune Operator"

White horse green shirt wet,

Overnight in the Red Mansion.

Drunk and crisp to the moonlight,

Red sleeves are lightly raining.

Raise your sword to test the edge,

Life and death depend on the will of God.

Ambition and pride have never changed,

Poor twilight years.

……

I'll fuck you.

I clenched my fists, what the hell is this, I can be sure that such neat poems are definitely not written by Tian Zhicai, how old is he, what experience can he have, especially "staying in the Red Mansion at night" and "drunk and crisp face", I have never been to a massage parlor, I have not tossed a few women in bed, I can't write such poems at all.

Tian Zhicai's expression froze, and he looked at me: "Zhao Zimu, it's your turn!" ”