Long Jianji is undoubtedly a smart man.

He has a noble status, he goes out in person, it is nothing if he wins, he has no shortage of reputation, if he loses, he will become a laughing stock.

It is naturally the best idea to let Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun go down and watch from the wall.

Of course, he doesn't want to stay out of the matter completely, and he must be very likely to go down in history as a proposer.

In addition, Long Jianji's literary literacy is really high, and he is deeply convinced by Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's analysis, and almost believes that Xu Yi's literary name is stolen.

But to debunk Xu Yi's true face, the key is still in the proposition.

"The prince made a question, I am confident, and I ask the prince not to come out of the machine. ”

Fan Xingyun arched his hand.

"Exactly, try to be cold and remote, and then it will be good-looking. ”

Wen Bin stared at Xu Yi and snorted coldly.

Long Jian and waved his hand, "Why bother, this king has an old work, you can imitate one, the poem is not limited, regardless of the rhythm, you can get its essence." ”

As the words fell, a blank piece of paper appeared in the dragon sword and his palm, and several columns of words fell on it.

But it's a short poem:

Yang Chun Yan song, Lijin Kuawen.

Hurt and resentful, the long road is long.

Don't be concentric, fill in the thoughts.

Bifeng fragrance remains, and the golden screen is dawning.

Falling into a dream, drawing words and rolling.

Cry back to the waves, and the poems go to the poems.

"Ugly, ugly!"

Long Jian and hugged his fists, "In order not to delay time, half a cup of tea is limited." ”

The text was written very large, and it was seen all over the audience, but no one applauded, but Long Jianji did not look embarrassed, and looked at Xue Zihan with a smile.

"Wonderful, wonderful. ”

Wen Bin folded the fan in his palm suddenly, and said to Fan Xingyun, "I don't know if Brother Fan can see the beauty of this poem." ”

Fan Xingyun pondered for a moment and said, "The words are exquisite, the artistic conception is timeless, it is really a good poem......"

In all fairness, this poem is not even a work for the occasion, it is extremely mediocre, and suddenly, his heart jumped, "No, it's not big, I see." ”

Immediately, he rushed to the dragon sword and bowed deeply, "The prince has this poem exquisitely, and he bows to the wind in the lower seat, and the time of half a cup of tea, forgive Fan Mou can't make it." ”

Wen was also willing to bow down. ”

Wen Bin clenched his fists heavily, "The prince's mind is ingenious, rare in the world, and it can be called the first in the world." ”

Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun are extremely famous, and the two of them sang and harmonized, and there was an uproar.

But such a mediocre work, no matter what, it can't afford such high praise, and there must be demons when things go wrong.

Finally, someone saw the clue, but heard a shout, "I see, I see, this poem can be read backwards, from the last word back to the same poem." ”

"What!"

"It can't be!"

"Oh my God!"

“............”

"Seriously!"

"Sure enough!"

"Fourteen years of madness, King Yongdong lives up to his fame"

“............”

Exclamations, screams came and went.

It's really a poem in the demon clan, and no one has ever done poetry like this.

This poem by Long Jianji can be read backwards, which is really ingenious.

In the midst of the noise, Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun glanced at each other, and they both saw regret in each other's eyes.

With the talents of the two of them, as long as there is enough time, such a poem should not be a problem.

However, he let Long Jianhe take the lead and became a big name.

But it's okay like this, such a different proposition, stumped himself, and the surname Xu also lost.

At the moment, Wen Bin said loudly, "Everyone be quiet, Brother Fan and I have asked ourselves if we can't make such an upside-down poem after half a cup of tea, but people have not yet admitted defeat when they ask the lover, you are quiet, don't be surprised to ask the lover's poetic soul, so as not to get time, people can't make poems, complain to you." ”

Long Jianji said with a smile, "With the poetry of the lover, I should not be able to overcome this mystery." ”

"If you can't do it by asking the lover, wouldn't it be considered a draw, haha, you must know that our lover used to write poems, no matter what the subject matter, but he waved his hand and stood up, and every word was beautiful, like a brilliance, so talented, he would not be stumped, otherwise, my generation has to doubt, ask the lover's so-called talent, whether it is a quick or borrowed, haha......"

Wen Bin laughed, as if he had won a big victory in this battle.

Unexpectedly, before his laughter fell, a blank piece of paper appeared in Xu Yi's palm, and in an instant, a row of words fell, but he wrote: The snow falls and the trees fly, and the red rain is faint.

The thin moon is misty and fragrant, and the wind dances with flowers.

When the poem appeared, some people immediately read it in reverse: "The flowers are dancing gracefully, and the fog is fragrant and the moon is thin." The sun is light and the rain is red, and the trees are fragrant and the snow falls. ”

Rumble!

"I can really read it upside down, half a cup of tea!"

"No, it's only a few dozen breaths, and dozens of breaths can create this upside-down poem, it's just a poetic ghost. ”

"Self-defeating, self-defeating, rumors are rumors. ”

"Now who dares to say that the lover deceived the world and stole his name, this upside-down poem only came out today, who will copy it?"

“............”

Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's faces were as pale as dirt, and their hearts were simply boiled.

Especially Fan Xingyun, he really analyzed Xu Yi's poems word by word, and proved from a microscopic perspective that those poems could never have come from the hands of one person.

But now Xu Yi wrote upside down poems in an instant, completely overturning his deep-rooted logical thinking.

After all, poems can be copied, and how poems are copied are reversed.

If it weren't for Long Jianji, even he wouldn't know that there were people in the world who played with poetry like this.

Of course, he couldn't imagine that behind Xu Yi, there was a complete civilization.

Poetry and essays have multiplied to an unimaginable height, and in that splendid civilization, in the history of literature for thousands of years, what strange things have not happened?

I don't know how long the sensation finally stopped.

Long Jian and Chong Xu Yi hugged their fists and said, "Asking the lover is really extraordinary, but this poem is imitated in a very hurry, it is not a masterpiece, and the past talent of the lover seems to be inconsistent, although it is better than Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun, but it is not worthy of my two hearts." ”

Long Jian and dared to gamble with his two hearts, but he didn't expect Xu Yi to win.

Because of his upside-down poem, it is impossible to replicate it in just half a cup of tea, as long as Xu Yi can't do it, no matter how he fights with Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun, he can't tell the winner or loser.

Ask the name of the lover, and it will be self-defeating.

But now, Xu Yi really made it in half a cup of tea, and what is even more troublesome is that Fan Xingyun and Wen Bin came up and coaxed it, so the situation is embarrassing.

But no matter what, he really didn't want to give Xu Yi his two hearts, but in front of everyone, he couldn't take it back directly, so he always had to say something about the scene.

"In a hurry, it's true that the quality is not high. ”

Xu Yi smiled slightly, Long Jian and his heart were overjoyed, and he continued, "It's already extraordinary, it's already extraordinary, and it took an hour for Long to write this article." ”

In fact, he didn't know how many days and nights he had to hold back before he could barely come up with such an article.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yi's next words made him completely dumbfounded.