Chapter 273 Stepping on thousands of rivers and mountains, you can pick the stars with your hands.

"Hahaha, this kid has already done his homework, and I don't want the old man to pinch a cold sweat. ”

Seeing Yu Wenhao win four rounds in a row, Shui Wuying smiled, screaming happily in his heart, and even believed that Yu Wenhao could win the top spot in Wenxing Academy.

In the competition of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Yu Wenhao won with a proud attitude and has entered the top 50, this result shocked all forces, and there is not even a little suspense, which is unreasonable!

The battle of the first fifty has kicked off again, and everyone's eyes are focused on Yu Wenhao, some hope that Yu Wenhao will create another miracle, and some hope that Yu Wenhao will get off the stage early.

The prime minister naturally hopes that Yu Wenhao will get off the stage early, and if Yu Wenhao wins the final top spot, then he, the prime minister, will not become the laughing stock of the world.

Entering the top fifty, several imperial princes are impressively listed, as well as young talents from major families, these people are all above the top, arrogant, knowing that Yu Wenhao has entered the top fifty, and everyone wants to defeat Yu Wenhao.

No, in this game, Yu Wenhao met the son of a minister.

This person's name is Zhao Xi, his father is the mainstay of the imperial civil servants, he naturally read the scriptures since he was a child, and when he met Yu Wenhao, he glanced at it arrogantly and ignored it.

Topic: Autumn as a poem.

"The autumn frost and dew moon are beautiful, and the wind makes people sad. Smile to see where the road of life is, and look up to see the galaxy. Zhao Xi strolled on the high platform, compared to his hands and feet, it was so comfortable, this is his own poem, I believe that with Yu Wenhao's realm, he can't deal with it at all.

Yes, everyone's eyes were focused on Yu Wenhao again, and Zhao Xi's meaning was obvious, and he couldn't recite the words of his predecessors.

Yu Wenhao did not rush to deal with it, but walked on the high platform, looked around, and then bowed his head and said nothing.

"Go down! You only have this level, and you can compete with talented and beautiful women, isn't this a smile and generosity?"

"I think it was so easy before, there must be a ghost. ”

"How can my Wenxing Academy be comparable to a martial artist, isn't it a shame to come to the competition?"

"Wenxingyuan will win, and despise Yu Wenhao. ”

Offstage, the students of Wenxing Academy still arrogantly despised Yu Wenhao, but they didn't know that when Yu Wenhao came here, they had lost their face, and they were still self-righteous here, even the prime minister blushed for these students, what did they shout, everyone has defeated so many of you, how did you study in the academy.

Feng Xiyue was silent, but stared at Yu Wenhao intently, Yu Wenhao had won a row before, but it gave her a great shock, and I hope that Yu Wenhao can bring more surprises to everyone.

The noise below had no effect on Yu Wenhao at all, on the contrary, Yu Wenhao raised his head, showed a disdainful smile, and then spoke.

"The autumn wind and drizzle are slightly rippling, and the lake under your feet is dazzling. The most is the benefit of the autumn of the year, who can fight against Yun Lan. ”

Among Zhao Xi's poems, he is at a loss for the future, while Yu Wenhao's poems make people feel a kind of loneliness that is unbearable from a high place, which is the loneliness of the strong, the loneliness of being the top of the list.

There is no lack of strength in loneliness, full of endless domineering. Although Zhao Xi's poems are good, compared to Yu Wenhao's poems, they seem a little insignificant.

The most is the benefit of the autumn of the year, who can fight against Yun Lan.

This sentence echoed in people's minds for a long time, this is the strong man, between the words, full of endless arrogance, Yu Wenhao went all the way and won the top spot, it was very happy, that is, Su Yunshan Feng Xiyue and others were defeated in his hands, and he was qualified to say this.

As the top figure among the young talents of the Imperial Academy, no one dared to refute his words, one sentence, made Zhao Xi's pupils shrink, nervous, this poem, it took him a long time to realize, he was broken by Yu Wenhao, his heart was not a taste, I wanted to step into the top ten with this, but at this moment, it seems that there is no play.

Feeling the eyes of the surroundings, Zhao Xi's face turned red, and he couldn't answer for a long time, and finally lost the battle.

Yu Wenhao stepped into the top twenty-five, and at this time, he finally met a distinguished student of the empire.

The seventeenth prince, named Tianjian, has a dignified appearance, is seven feet tall, standing in front of Yu Wenhao, except for his gorgeous clothes, he does not have the slightest advantage, after all, Yu Wenhao is more than eight feet tall, more handsome than the entire empire, there are too few who dare to be more handsome than him, or very little.

"Autumn is deep and fragrant, and Danfeng welcomes autumn like sunset. Autumn chrysanthemum is comparable to a delicate one, and the remnants of flowers and leaves are dancing. "Tianjian is a chapter, and Lan Jufeng paints a trace of autumn vitality, and the application of three objects shows that this person observes things more carefully, and he is worthy of being a royal child.

Tianjian's poems made the students of Wenxing Academy enthusiastic, and even the prime minister nodded with satisfaction, secretly sighing at the prince's literary brilliance.

"The golden wind sends cool Fanglan now, and the autumn rain is proud of the autumn chrysanthemum. The autumn wind blows over the ears and the maple falls, and I am alone in the glow. Yu Wenhao also uses Lan Ju Feng as a sentence, which is on par with Tianjian, and more of a lonely posture under the glow of the sun, which also integrates people into this autumn color.

"I don't know the autumn frost, I want to come alone. The wind is about to sweep and does not move me. Tianjian regarded Yu Wenhao as a tough opponent, and spit out another sentence.

"The void is now the autumn moon, and the thick ground is filled with purple smoke. Under the moon, the stream splashes, and the shallow pool is swimming. After Yu Wenhao finished speaking, he glanced at Feng Xiyue with a deep meaning, Feng Xiyue's heart beat faster, thinking of Yu Wenhao's poems, and really wanted to scold, this is not a few days ago?

Tianjian wanted to be strong, but Yu Wenhao did the opposite, and changed it to a beautiful poem. Although it is not as crazy as Tianjian, it is with endless beauty, the beauty of autumn, and the Yiren are more beautiful.

"The autumn wind doesn't know what to do, and it blows my hair. The hand dance stars appeared, and the autumn cold gradually faded. "Tianjian is completely against Yu Wenhao, as a prince, how can he lose, in the verses, the momentum is domineering, full of aggressiveness, he just wants to use madness to hit Yu Wenhao's confidence, see how long Yu Wenhao can be stunned.

This poem, the students in the audience were very excited, how domineering this is, ignoring the pain of the autumn cold, blatantly forcing back the cold, it is definitely a rare sentence.

The two have been able to fight each other until now, to be honest, many people have not expected that Tianjian is not as outstanding as other princes, but today's performance is convincing.

Even Yu Wenhao nodded at Tianjian's performance, but he would not admit defeat, this is disrespect for Tianjian, and even more disrespectful to Chinese culture.

How could my country, a great country in China, with a culture of 5,000 years, be defeated in my hands.

No, never.

This is about the glory of China, although he is in a different world, he does not allow others to compare him and Chinese culture.

Thinking of this, a high aura appeared on Yu Wenhao's body, domineering, his sharp eyes looked at Tianjian, and almost spit out what he thought in his heart without reservation with a roaring voice.

"Stepping on thousands of rivers and mountains, you can pick the stars with your hands. Punch through the cold autumn and winter, located in the warm spring. ”