Su Yizhao had already written the first sentence at this moment, and she had automatically blocked the interference from the outside world.

Before writing the title, only the first sentence was written, and Su Yiliang and Su Yijue on the side didn't dare to ask more, but they had some doubts in their hearts.

What's going on? Isn't this already off topic? Su Yijue frowned slightly, a little worried in her heart.

Although Su Yiliang is not good at poetry, he also knows that the first sentence written by Su Yizhao has nothing to do with this courtyard.

He opened his mouth to speak, just to remind him. Unexpectedly, the sleeves were pulled by Su Yijue, so he had to shut up.

What's going on with this Su Yizhao? On weekdays, his grandfather and father praise him a lot, why is it at this level? Then you might as well let him come!

Su Yijue naturally calmed down, he glanced at Su Yizhao, who was calm and relaxed, although he was puzzled, he also understood that Su Yizhao was not a wasted person, this young brother still had some skills.

He had read all the articles Su Yizhao had made in the academy before, and it was said that Su Yizhao should not have made such a mistake at this time.

Maybe Su Yizhao has other intentions? Su Yijue immediately comforted herself, even if she loses this game, it doesn't matter, anyway, there are two wins in three games, and there are two more competitions after that.

"You're not going to be at this level, are you? That's going to be a shame! Su Yiliang still couldn't hold back, and leaned into Su Yizhao's ear and whispered.

Su Yizhao looked at it in surprise, she had just written a sentence, why was it only at this level?

Su Yijue glared at Su Yiliang, and motioned to him to be quiet and not to say more.

Su Yiliang touched the bridge of his nose, why didn't he find out in the past that the fifth brother was still so majestic?

Su Yizhao pondered for a moment before writing the second sentence.

Su Yiliang only felt that his heart and liver were trembling, and he did not deny that these two sentences were well written, no! That's good, that's good, but what does that have to do with the topic?

Meng Lingxi, who was on the other side, couldn't help but be a little curious, and he didn't know what Su Yizhao would be talking about.

Looking at the first sentence that had been written on the paper, he was slow to put pen to paper.

Before the next post, he was confident in himself.

However, after seeing Su Yizhao, he found that he was hesitant, not as thoughtful as before, which had never been done before.

Are you afraid that you will lose? But the two of them had just competed in the first game, and they didn't even score a victory.

He took a deep breath, but his heart was still disturbed, and Su Yizhao gave him a sense of oppression.

Su Yizhao finished writing this poem in one go, and he already had a draft, so he no longer dragged his feet.

After she finished writing, she read it carefully and felt that she didn't need polishing, so she put the pen down.

I glanced at the incense in the incense burner, and it was almost burned to the end.

So she first got up and saluted the first few people, and then sat down, and the upbringing and rules of the family were vividly reflected at this moment.

Even the two who were familiar with Meng Lingxi couldn't help but ease their faces.

At this moment, Su Yijue and the others behind Su Yizhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After reading the whole poem, they finally understood.

The artistic conception expressed in the whole poem is magnificent, magnificent, and the words are exquisite, which is the reason for them to put their minds at ease.

It's just that the things Su Yizhao chose may be controversial later. However, this poem occupies the general righteousness and should be enough to make up for it.

Seeing that the faces of the two Su Yiliang brothers changed again and again, everyone couldn't help but guess.

"The son of the Su family, with a face for a while, why did he look like he wasn't optimistic before, and then he put his mind at ease?" Someone asked curiously.

"Isn't the first two sentences not well written, and the last two sentences are okay?" Someone speculated.

Everyone nodded when they heard this, some literati wrote poems, the first two sentences were mediocre, and the last two sentences were the finishing touch, which was common.

Su Yizhao's gaze turned to the opposite side, and at this moment the incense was about to burn to the end.

Meng Lingxi finally put down the pen, the two glanced at each other from afar, and then Su Yizhao smiled at him.

Wen Jijie is the oldest among these people, and he was an official of the imperial court before, so everyone will naturally give face, so they all look forward to it.

"It's time for a stick of incense, and since the two of you are over, then our evaluation will begin."

As he spoke, he ordered the boy who was waiting to come forward and present their poems.

The courtyard suddenly became noisy, and everyone speculated about who would win this time.

"I think it should be Meng Lingxi, after all, there were many students who challenged him before, and they all came back with a feather. We have seen this person's talent before, or he has a chance of winning. "Some people can't help but predict it.

"Huh~ I think this Su Yizhao is likely to win, if this son is not talented, how can he repeatedly occupy the top of the monthly and quarterly lists of Fengtian Academy? There must be real talent and real learning. ”

"I don't think so, it's better for Meng Lingxi to ......"

Su Yizhao listened to the discussions around him, although there were different opinions, it seemed that most people were optimistic about Meng Lingxi.

After all, everyone has seen Meng Lingxi's previous performance, but Su Yizhao's talent only exists and rumors, and he has not seen it with his own eyes.

Several respected literati put their poems on the bookcase, and then they all came over.

"Huh? Regardless of the poems, the words of these two people are extremely rare! Wen Jijie took the lead.

"Yes! Unexpectedly, at such a young age, the words they wrote were already quite stylish, which should not be underestimated. Lu Chengtao couldn't help but sigh.

"It's really a talented person!" A man who was not confused on the side also praised him, this person's name is Sun Qi, and he is also a lifter.

"This is a very complete story! High wind and strong festival, gold knot embroidery! Lu Zhongbo pointed to one of them and said with satisfaction.

"Indeed, impeccable!" Wen Jijie also agreed.

"Whose poem is that?" The book case was surrounded by several people, and the onlookers were not easy to come forward to check, so they speculated.

"It should be Meng Lingxi, right? I glanced behind him before, and his poetry was indeed magnificent. One of them nodded in approval.

"Oh? What is it about? A man in a moon-white collared jacket asked.

The scholar glanced at Meng Lingxi, saw that his face was as usual, and said, "It's Baimei!" ”

Everyone was not surprised when they heard this, but nodded knowingly.

Throughout the ages, there are many poems of Yongmei, most of which praise the noble character of plum blossoms, and some use flowers to metaphorize people and compare people's bones.

If it is Yongmei, it may indeed be Meng Lingxi's poem.

"It seems that these people are very optimistic about Meng Lingxi's poems!"

Someone glanced at Su Yizhao, who was calm and relaxed, and couldn't help but feel a little gloating in his heart, only feeling that Su Yizhao was pretending.

Your family has been clothed and fed since childhood, and you have been taught by famous teachers, shouldn't you learn some talents?

Now I am competing with others, but I am falling behind, but Erer!

Moments later, however, an exclamation was heard.

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