Lin Yu nodded, picked up the paper and began to read: "The sun shines on the sky and the river produces clouds and smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river." The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the galaxy has fallen for nine days!"

There was another second of silence, and everyone recalled the poem, and then the text was shocked, and the cheers and cheers rang out in a blink of an eye.

"Three thousand streams, nine days straight down, with such a majestic spirit and unrestrained imagination, it's amazing! It's just amazing!"

"Wonderful! Shengyun and smoke not only bring the Tianhe Mountain to life, but also express the scene of the rising smoke and clouds in the mountains; the falling nine days point out the majestic momentum of the waterfall pouring down. When I read it like this, it seems that the entire Sanzhang Waterfall is right in front of my eyes!" passerby B shook his head and reveled.

"In it, out of it. I want to fall out of the sky, and I have both form and spirit. Excellent, excellent! I have no regrets in my life to hear such a poem!"

"It is worthy of being the first of the four beauties of the imperial capital! It is worthy of being the first talented woman in the true sense! Song Xianluo is worthy of being my goddess!" the passerby howled loudly like crazy.

The lords on the viewing platform were also talking about each other, nodding their heads one after another, feeling that it was indeed a well-deserved poem.

At this time, perhaps only Song Xianluo was dumbfounded: Who wrote this poem? This is not this poem on his own paper! Seeing that Lin Yu directly stuffed the paper into his arms after reading it, he was even more sure that it must be Lin Yu's ghost, and his heart was even more confused.

In fact, Song Xianluo really looked down on Lin Yu before, he didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, he was a gentleman, he couldn't do anything, and he often bullied the people. At that time, I was worried that I would marry such a guy every day, and I couldn't sleep well, but later my grandfather promised that he would not make decisions without his consent, so he let himself relax a little.

And this horse club is equivalent to the first "official" meeting between himself and Lin Yu. It was already surprising that he could be shortlisted for the top three, although Lin Yu was a crooked pair and vulgar, but if she thought about it carefully, she couldn't match everyone!

Think about it again, sometimes, you are foolish about this kind of crooked pair, one or two, but there are so many of them, including writing limericks, I'm afraid it is no longer the category of foolishness! You let a great talent deliberately choke so many crooked pairs! This Lin Yu ...... Is it really a bit of a literary style?

Later, Lin Yu recited this poem, which amazed her even more! Could it be that such a beautiful poem was written by Lin Yu? But why didn't he use it himself? He only handed in a limerick poem, but this one was for her to use?

Song Xianluo was already completely confused, looking at Lin Yu stupidly, not knowing what to do at all.

Lin Yu saw Song Xianluo's confused and confused eyes, there was a faint flush on his face, and a few green silks were scattered under his earlobes, and the whole person was warm and gentle, but with a hint of charm. couldn't help but touch her head, and hurriedly walked away a little before Song Xianluo could react.

At this time, Chen Yiyi and Jia Zhengjing had already handed in their poems, but they were both depressed, and they knew that the writing was not good at a glance, and after reading it, it was indeed the case, and everyone in the audience was still discussing Song Xianluo's poems enthusiastically, and they didn't notice the existence of the two at all.

After His Majesty and the four princes had an urgent discussion, Gonggong Cai came to the front of the stage and said loudly: "This Benyun Horse Club, the Wendou competition is over! The final result of the competition, the third place, Lin Yu Gongzi, the second place, Situ Xiaoyu Gongzi, the first place...... Originally, he wanted to stop and exaggerate the tense atmosphere, but everyone in the audience roared: "Song Xianluo! Song Xianluo!"

Gonggong Cai was dumbfounded, what do you have to announce by yourself? Don't you know? Hurriedly reported Song Xianluo's name, and then said sharply: "The top three in the martial arts fight, after the martial arts fight is over tomorrow, they can enter the palace with the top three in the martial arts to meet Your Majesty and accept your Majesty's personal reward! This is the end of today's horse club! Thank you for participating!"

Lin Yu laughed: "Haha! Your Situ family is really wise! Send you to participate in the competition, aren't you Situ*? Sure enough, you got second, it's really too second! Your father is a prophet, your grandfather is a prophet, and your whole family is a prophet! I guess you are too, and you often predict that you can become emperor!"

"You...... Bastard!" Situ Xiaoyu's face turned blue and white, completely unable to refute, extremely ashamed, flicked his sleeves and turned away.

After a lively crowd, the crowd has gradually dispersed. Yu Shaoxi glanced left and right, Lin Tianqing and Song Yanting on one side were full of red light and had a lively conversation, while Situ Wuji on the other side had a cold face, and Zheng Guogong on the side could become twin brothers.

Yu Shaoxi is also very helpless, even if he wants to help, he can't help too obviously. I can only blame Situ Xiaoyu for not being competitive enough, so I have to be second, it seems that it still depends on Situ Xiaofeng's martial arts tomorrow!

Lin ...... Young Master Lin Yu, can I ask you for one thing?" Lin Yu was looking for the figure of his eldest brother Lin Hai, and when he was about to go back together, a female voice suddenly came from his side, and her voice was tactful, as refreshing as a trickle of spring water.

Lin Yu looked back, it turned out that Song Xianluo came behind her, looking at herself, looking very calm, but the movement of her fingers constantly rubbing the corners of her clothes secretly revealed the nervousness in her heart.

Seeing that Lin Yu looked at her and didn't speak, Song Xianluo plucked up the courage and said again: "Just now...... Can you please return my poem to me?"

When Lin Yu saw Song Xianluo talking, a thin flush appeared on her face, and there was a look of anticipation and a hint of shyness, which made people want to tease her.

Lin Yu was playful, and said with a smile: "Miss Xianluo wrote such beautiful poems, which made me also amazed. It's an honor for me to be the first to see and read to everyone, and I'm going to take it back and keep it for my collection. When the time comes, I'll frame it and hang it on the wall, and when you get married, you can see it!"

The more Song Xianluo listened, the more wrong it became, his face burned like the sunset on the horizon, and when he heard the end, he was ashamed and annoyed, glared at Lin Yu angrily, stomped his feet and turned around and left.

After walking for a long time with his head down, Song Xianluo suddenly stopped: No, he went to ask Lin Yu for a poem as an excuse, and the real purpose was to ask what was going on with that poem, and what he wrote on the paper was obviously not that one! Who wrote that evocative poem?