Xun Shen stood up and looked at his appearance, as if he had been wronged, as if he was about to go and seek justice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yang Can, you don't know what to do, don't think that if you write a poem about Zhenguo, you can be presumptuous in front of us. It's just your luck, the next poem, you may not even be able to get out of the county, but the seventh son, each of his poems, has a very high standard. One is a jewel and the other is rubble, can it be compared?"

Xun Shen's words, every word is like a dagger, very sharp, ordinary people listen to it, it is really unbearable.

Not to mention anything else, this kind of momentum alone is very capable of bluffing people, but I am afraid that I don't dare to argue with him, and I am cowardly in my heart.

Meng Lu's face showed a look of embarrassment: "Young Master Yang, I know that you may not be convinced in your heart, but Xun Shen's tone of speech, although it is a bit excessive, what he said is the truth." Can you think about it?"

"Yes, Young Master Yang, you should believe me, you won't joke with the reputation of the Kong family, the poetry level of the Seventh Prince, even in the Imperial City, is first-class. I think it's more appropriate for the Seventh Prince to appear. Kong Yuan said with a sincere face.

"Young Master Yang, your level of poetry and writing has been shown just now, this is an opportunity, it is better to leave it to Seventh Gongzi, anyway, either of you will play the same game, and you will win." Chen Tianhao persuaded on the side.

Almost all the big names in Jiangzhou City spoke one after another, unanimously recommending the Seventh Prince to fight.

Ye Chen said on the side: "Yang Can, if you are allowed to play again, sooner or later you will be smashed." It's better to let the Seventh Prince play, the chances of winning will be greater, after all, the level of the Imperial City is still much stronger than our Jiangzhou. ”

Yu Dong said: "Yes, Yang Can, you can't always make Zhenguo poems, let's recognize your current strength." ”

Even Liang Yong and others have persuaded Yang Can to come, in their opinion, this is the general trend, Yang Can insists on playing, if it is messed up, the consequences are very serious, I am afraid that it will be attacked by a group.

"Forget it, Brother Can, why do I think that Jiaoyuan is menacing, it's a little hard to provoke, don't steal chickens, but get fishy. Even Yang Hu, who has always been bold, couldn't help but be cautious.

Yang Can only felt a chill in his heart, his poems just now showed a very high level, reaching the point of Zhenguo, and everyone admired it.

It's been a lot of work, but I didn't expect the wind direction to turn like this, and it's not a trend of inflammation one by one.

Of course, it may not be appropriate to say this, but the blind obedience of everyone is still quite a terrible thing.

The more everyone said this, and everyone asked him to give up, the more firm Yang Can's thoughts became, this was for Jiang Xiaotong's persistence.

"Hehe, all of you advised me to give up. However, you have overlooked one point, this poem is related to the fate of Miss Jiang's life. You should always listen to her opinion, right?" Yang Can said with a sigh.

Yang Can wrote poems several times in the Academy of Literature, Jiang Xiaotong saw them with her own eyes, which must have been able to bring her some shock.

If even Jiang Xiaotong doesn't believe him Yang Can, then there is no need for him to insist, because it has no meaning.

All eyes turned to Jiang Xiaotong, and people realized that she should be in charge of this matter.

Jiang Xiaotong has always been an arrogant and lofty appearance, which makes people can't help but want to pity, but they dare not approach.

However, at this moment, there was a faint sadness on her beautiful face, which made her look more mundane, but more moving.

The seventh prince looked very chic and calm, he glanced at Jiang Xiaotong, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, this matter should be decided by Miss Jiang." ”

That being said, the Seventh Prince's expression was full of confidence, and he had never lost all along.

Losing to Yang Can this time, the Seventh Prince thinks that Yang Can is playing against the sky, after all, Zhenguo poems, even Confucianism, may not be able to do it in his life.

Jiang Xiaotong glanced at Yang Can, with a resolute look on his face: "Then there is Young Master Lao Yang." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, it was like an earth-shattering shock, and there was an uproar on the field, no one could have imagined that Jiang Xiaotong would choose to believe Yang Can under such pressure.

Xun Shen said with a stunned face: "Miss Jiang, are you wrong, in fact, you are talking about the Seventh Prince?"

Jiang Xiaotong shook her head resolutely, her face was very gentle, but it gave people an unstoppable feeling.

The seventh prince only felt that his heart was sinking to the bottom of the sea, and his whole body was cold.

Even though he deeply cares about Jiang Xiaotong, he doesn't particularly care, what he cares about the most is that he lost to Yang Can in this matter.

In one day, he lost to Yang Can twice, which made the seventh prince feel angry and embarrassed.

But in front of everyone, the seventh prince naturally couldn't show it, so he had to smile bitterly and said, "Then I wish you good luck." ”

Yang Can felt an absolute trust from Jiang Xiaotong's eyes, and he suddenly became more energetic, haha, even if everyone was against him, so what?

"Don't worry, Miss Jiang, I will never let you down. Yang Can smiled slightly, quite a feeling of radiance.

Xun Shen sneered: "What do you take absolutely?" Yang Can, once you miss, there will be times when you regret it." ”

These words are full of threats, but many people don't think it's strange, this is exactly what they want to say to Yang Can.

Ji Yi walked in front of Yang Can, patted him on the shoulder, and walked away without saying anything.

Seeing Liang Yong and a large group of people, with both worried and expectant expressions, Yang Can had a bottom in his heart, with such a large group of brothers, he would never go alone.

"Haha, have you finally chosen? It turns out that it's such a stinky boy? Beauty, I understand your intentions. ”

Jiao Yuan laughed wildly, only laughing so much that his body trembled, and he looked very annoying.

"Okay, no nonsense, let's start quickly, my gang of men are still waiting for me to return with Mei and celebrate together. Which of us comes first?" Jiao Yuan said impatiently.

Yang Can said lightly: "You are a guest from afar, so it's up to you first." If I go first, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to speak. ”

This sentence is very crazy, many people are frowning, Xun Shen and others are even pouting on the side.

"Haha, interesting. Your arrogance is very much like I was back then. I'm going to sing my poems, and you're all listening. ”

Jiaoyuan's face was full of confidence, and there was a proud momentum in his speech.

"The bright moon turns in the sky, and the sound of Sanskrit comes from here. The lamps and trees shine with thousands of lights, and the flowers and flames bloom. The moon shadow is suspicious of flowing water, and the spring breeze contains night plums. Fandong golden land, bell hair glazed platform. ”

After this poem was chanted, I saw layers of literary atmosphere, surging out, like the rising tide of the sea.

The scenery forms a picture, which makes people feel like seeing the boundless beauty and enjoying a wonderful picture.

This poem was so atmospheric that the people on the field were stunned, stammered, and couldn't speak for a long time.

The people on the field couldn't have imagined that such a majestic poem could come out of the mouth of a fierce man like Jiaoyuan.

In addition to being surprised, the people on the field were more panicked, although Yang Can's poem has not yet come out, but people have made a decision, and this time I am afraid that it will be lost.

Because Jiaoyuan's poem is really good, compared with the poem of the Seventh Prince, it is not too much to worry about, and it is even slightly better.

Look at Jiaoyuan's poem, the literary atmosphere is so high, just a little bit, you can reach the realm of Zhenguo, which is a super strong Mingzhou poem.

People are full of regret in their hearts, if Yang Can's poem just now was not chanted, it would be great.

At least that poem, whether in terms of style, appearance, or the vision it causes, is better than Jiaoyuan's poem.

It's a pity that it was wasted by Yang Can, and at this most critical moment, it can no longer be used.

People are speculating that in order to win the championship in this Yuan Xi poetry meeting, Yang Can must have carefully prepared that poem to be such a blockbuster.

But now it's not going to work, where did Yang Can take out the second Zhenguo poem, it would simply become a poet immortal.

The seventh prince's face changed, and he only felt a burst of fear, if he was replaced, he would definitely lose, but he was afraid that even all the poems would be buried together.

Nowadays, although it is not good-looking on the face, at least it retains a little face and has not become the focus of people's eyes.

Looking at Yang Can, the seventh prince shook his head slightly, no one can do it, Yang Can is naturally impossible, and he has the power to change his life against the sky.

It's just a pity that girl, the seventh prince felt sorry for a while, originally he had a lot of thoughts this time, and he came for Jiang Xiaotong, but he didn't expect that it would end like this.

Xun Shen looked at Yang Can and couldn't stop sneering, he was waiting to see Yang Can's jokes, and he sulked in his heart.

Ye Chen and a group of people had already prepared, wanting to smash all the anger that had not been vented just now on Yang Can's head.

Liang Yong was on the side, shaking his head again and again: "Don't listen to our advice, insist on going your own way, look, it's such a consequence, how to end it?"

Ye Chen looked compassionate: "I know that one day, Yang Can will leak himself in." But how I hope it wasn't this time, the price was too painful. ”

Ji Yi let out a series of sighs: "It's over, it's over, it's over, I believe in Yang Can's literary brilliance, and I also believe in his poetry level, but in the blink of an eye, it is absolutely impossible to make a poem that can match the opponent, unless it is an immortal." ”

A wave of pessimism and disappointment enveloped the audience, and people did not want to see the bleak future that was about to happen. (To be continued.) )