The first to take the stage was Lu Tianyun, a fat white boy who greeted Ye Ruyang.

This person is a distant relative of the Ye family, who was originally greedy for the power of the Ye family, but he lacked talent, so he was not taken seriously in the Ye Mansion, but he reluctantly sought peace here with his slippery character.

I saw Lu Tianyun ascend the high platform, looked at the number of people in the middle and bowed deeply, and a boy in Tsing Yi brought a vermilion lacquered square box, and six rows of sealed letters were neatly placed in the square box.

Lu Tianyun hesitated slightly, gently took out a letter and handed it to the other boy.

The boy smashed the lacquer seal at the top of the letter in public, unfolded the letterhead and read it aloud: "The title of the poem drawn by No. 1 student Lu Tianyun is 'Linglong Tower'!"

This "Linglong Pagoda" is a tall tower located on the seashore in the southwest corner of Parrot Island, and it can be regarded as a place frequented by Sao people and ink writers, so the poem is widely circulated, so it is not a problem.

The students in the audience couldn't help but sigh to themselves, feeling that Lu Tianyun, who had no ink in his chest, had drawn a good question.

I saw Lu Tianyun pacing a few steps on the high platform with his hands behind his back, shaking his head, and then looking at the audience and smiling, and chanting loudly: "The Linglong Pagoda is black, thin at the top and thick at the bottom." One day, it will be reversed, and the bottom will be thin and the top will be thick!"

Yin arched his hands and waited for the comments on the stage.

There was silence for a moment, and then an earth-shattering burst of laughter.

The young students in the audience couldn't support it, they were all hilarious, staggering, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Ma Hualong, a scholar on the stage, couldn't hold it, and squirted out a mouthful of hot tea in his mouth, splashing the sleeves of Kang Mang beside him.

Kang Mang held his own identity, forcibly endured the wild laughter in his heart, and pretended to be serious.

The night sandalwood face sinks like water, and it does not attack.

However, the patriarch Ye Xiao Feng had a very hot temper, and shouted at the case: "What kind of bullshit poetry, hit it out, quickly beat it out for me!"

When Lu Tianyun saw this situation, he was already shocked and turned pale with earth, and he was bombarded by a dry boy.

Ye Tan stood up and said angrily: "If there are people below who are of this level, don't go on stage again, otherwise it won't be as simple as bombarding!"

As soon as he said this, many young children who were lucky withdrew from the selection.

Ye Ruyang looked around and found that there were more than half of the people in the waiting area, but Ye Qianzhong was still there, standing quietly in the crowd, with a peaceful and quiet face.

This should not be the expression of an absolute weakling. It even made Ye Ruyang feel instantly uneasy.

Ye Ruyang shook his head, dispelling his thoughts, still with a charming smile.

Next on stage is a student named Ye Mi, who is still the uncle of Ye Qianzhong and Ye Ruyang in terms of seniority, because it is just a side branch of the family, so it does not have too high prestige.

The title of the poem drawn by Ye Mi is "Song of the Wind".

I saw that he groaned slightly, and then he said loudly:

Xiao Xiao cool breeze,

Urge me to go to the azure.

Chase the hunter with the smoke,

Roll the fog out of the mountains and forests.

Coming and going without a trace,

There is love in movement and quiet.

Sunset landscape quiet,

Send you singing.

When the night Qianzhong in the audience heard this, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart. Although the poetry chanted by this night is average, it is also quite neat. It seems that this night house is not full of stupid things like Lu Tianyun who can't understand literature and ink.

Kang Mang, who was on the stage, couldn't help but look at the night, and his eyes showed a sense of approval.

Ye Xiaofeng glanced at Ye Di who was standing at his side from the corner of his eye.

Ye Di understood, and quickly bowed his head and said in his ear.

Ye Xiaofeng's face immediately turned into a solemn and majestic expression, he raised his head gently, did not look at Ye Mi, and said slowly: "Your father Ye Xifeng is also my brother, but as a military general of Di Guo, not only did he not want to serve the country and be loyal, but he surrendered to the enemy on the battlefield in the northwest. It's just that the Ye family didn't kill you and chase you, but you dared to come and compete with my innocent children of the Ye clan for the quota of Mizuki, I see that you are really self-conscious and delusional!"

When Ye Mi heard this, his face suddenly turned red, but he was unwilling, and said angrily: "I follow the announcement of the imperial court to run for election, I am not breaking the law or exceeding the rules, what is wrong?"

Ye Xiaofeng sneered: "What's wrong? In this night mansion, if I say you're wrong, you're wrong!" As he said that, he waved his hand, and saw several capable strong men hugging him and tearing him down.

At first, Ye Mi was still shouting, but gradually he lost his voice, apparently being silenced by those people.

Ye Xiaofeng looked at Kang Mang and Xuezheng with a smile and said: "The two of you are smiling, the family is big, there will always be some children who are not angry!"

Kang Mang shook his head and stopped talking.

Later, there were several children of the Ye family's relatives, all of whom were mediocre, and the so-called poetry was just a poem with a picture of words.

Night Qianzhong listened to it sleepily.

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause on and off the stage!

Ye Qianzhong looked fixedly, but saw that the eldest son of the Ye family, the pillar of the Ye family, Ye Tan, was pedaling on the platform!

This night Xinghe has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his body is strong and majestic, which is different from the chic and dignified Ye Ruyang. And because the tradition of the Di Kingdom has always emphasized martial arts and suppressed literature, the voice of Ye Xinghe among the young children of Yefu is much higher than that of Ye Ruyang. So the applause and shouts are not difficult to understand.

The Night Star River stepped on the high platform, and the high platform made of countless giant trees trembled slightly under his feet.

I saw him walk up to the tray boy on the stage with a big grin, and very casually draw a letter and hand it to another boy who was reading the question.

The little boy pulled at his throat and announced, "Young Master Xinghe's title "Duck"!"

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

Ye Xinghe stood in the middle of the stage, reached out to brush the hair on his sideburns, and scratched his ears, which immediately caused joyful laughter from the audience.

This laughter means tolerance, but also flattery.

Thinking about the night that was humiliated at the feet of the servants, people can't help but sigh at the injustice of the world, all because he has a father who sits on a high platform.

Thinking of this, Yachiju clenched his fists fiercely.

The night star river began to chant poetry:

Duck Duck Duck,

crooked neck looking for mother,

black hair wet green water,

Anthurium teases the waves.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Ye Xiaofeng laughed at the night star river in his hand, almost laughing out of tears.

Xuezheng Ma Hualong, twisting the rat whiskers, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good, good, the artistic conception is lofty, and there is no lack of vivid and lively atmosphere, a 'flirting' word is also Zhuang and harmonious, stubborn and interesting, very good, very good! Such an exquisite and brilliant masterpiece is actually from the hand of a young man, it is really the luck of my Parrot Island, the blessing of Parrot Island!"

The words were full of charm, and Kang Mang on the side shook his head secretly.

After the Night Star River is the Night Qingxuan.

I saw that she flew directly onto the high platform like a forest milk swallow.

The audience immediately burst into applause.

The title of the poem in the Yeqing Xuan draw is "The Willow Tree". She was not pretentious, and glancing at the title, she read softly:

May the east wind go to Yaotai,

For whom to shake the bowels of the heavens.

When will I return to the autumn day,

The sun is accompanied by the sun and the cicadas at night.

is a song of clear and beautiful daughters, which is obviously much more Zhong Ling than his brother.

Before the applause from the audience fell, the scholar and political master rushed to praise and praised: "Good, good, the artistic conception is lofty, and there is no lack of vivid and lively atmosphere, a 'companion' is also solemn and harmonious, stubborn and interesting, very good, very good! Such an exquisite and splendid masterpiece is actually from the hand of a teenager, it is really the luck and blessing of my Parrot Island!"

What he said was the same as before.

Kang Mang also shook his head and said with a smile: "Yang Liu is ruthless and goes with the flow, why don't you make 'willing to chase the east wind to Yaotai'?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at Kang Mang's eyes flashing with wisdom, and nodded again and again.

Then came the high-profile Night Ruyang.

I saw that he was long and jade, climbing up the stairs, the wind blew his black hair, drummed up his delicate plain robe, and the pale golden morning glow reflected on his handsome and flawless face, like an immortal descending into the world, only the white crane that flew over.

Don't say that it is those women who are in love for the first time, even those men of the same age have already seen their hearts swaying and ashamed of themselves!

I saw him walk to the side of the little boy, gently picked up a page of letters with two fingers, and put his hands in front of the little boy reading the question, his eyes were soft, and his expression was gentle, which made the little boy a little overwhelmed, and his face was red for a while.

Seeing this, Ye Ruyang smiled and said loudly: "The students are going to make a song "Spring Day" for everyone today:

The water flows and flowers are merciless,

Send the east wind through the border city.

Butterfly dreams of thousands of miles,

The sub-rules are called three watches on the branches.

The old garden book has been extinguished for many years,

Huafa spring is only full of mirrors.

From the point of return,

Who is the smoke scene of the five lakes fighting with?

Ye Ruyang's voice is sonorous, the rhyme is long, and the poems are extraordinary, it can be said that the skills are amazing, and even Kang Mang, who has always been calm, can't help but get up!

Ma Hualong refused to let others get the first opportunity, and hurriedly got up and praised: "It's good, the artistic conception is lofty, and there is no lack of vivid and lively atmosphere, and the word 'fight' is also solemn and harmonious, stubborn and interesting, very good, very good! Such an exquisite and splendid masterpiece is actually from the hand of a young man, and it is really the luck and blessing of my Parrot Island! I conclude that this song "Spring Day" should be an excellent work of the day, and it is also a work that can be handed down to the world!"

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a contemptuous laughter from the audience, and everyone was surprised.