"The third prince came to be this judge, that is the best thing. is to ask the three princes to treat them fairly and justly. It can't be because Mrs. Mu is your own uncle. Just favor him and deliberately let him win. One of the literati was emboldened.

As soon as he said this, all the literati present were frightened.

They all sweated for this bold literati.

Chu Huaijin's face was condensed, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

"I have a way for you to leave your poems unsigned. The poems written by you are interrupted by the prince and hung up. You can see the poems that were written. Each of you has a vote in your hand. You can't vote for yourself, you can't vote for poems that you think are good. In the end, whoever gets the most votes will win. Kapok stood beside the third master, and his majestic voice was a little soft.

Hearing this, everyone was excited, and at the same time they didn't dare to refute it.

I have to say that her method is the most just. There was no reason for the crowd to object.

Chu Huaijin looked at his princess with an approving face, and only in front of her would he reveal unprecedented softness.

Chu Huaijin is still a judge, but the workload is less than half, and when the time comes, someone will be sent to count the votes.

He directly announced the top three, and the bottom three, and awarded the next award.

He gave an order, and at the time of a stick of incense, everyone began to compose poems with orchids as the theme.

Mu Li was calm and relaxed, and a poem came out in less than half a cup of tea.

Lu Feifei next to him followed closely, and he also quickly wrote poems.

When the other literati saw that they had stopped writing, they knew that they had already written.

"I really thought that writing fast was a good poem, pretending to be forced at this time, and he would cry for a while." One of the literati muttered in a whispered disgruntled voice.

Mu Li and Lu Feifei ignored this person's ugly words.

When a dog bites you, you can't bite him in reverse?

"Quiet, no noise, this person is immoral, insults people in public, disturbs the order of the poetry club, and influences others to compose poems. Someone came, and this person was thrown out of the Four Seasons Village, and he had to step into the Four Seasons Village half a step in the future. Chu Huaijin saw that his princess heard this, and his brows furrowed.

Apparently cared. He spoke in a deep voice.

Soon, two small servants from Sijizhuang came over and carried the literati who insulted Muli like dead pigs and threw them towards the outside of Sijizhuang.

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath, and the needle drop in Orchid Village could be heard.

Everyone understands that the prince is protecting his shortcomings! Don't offend Mrs. Mu easily in the future.

When the time for a stick of incense came, Mu Li took the lead in handing in the poems he had written.

Some literati didn't write it completely, so Chu Huaijin shuffled the order and ordered people to hang up the poems and let everyone vote.

Look at the majestic handwriting, quite a command of thousands of troops and horses to order the heroes to compete with each other. The handwriting is just too good. I've never seen such good handwriting in the next place. A literati paused for a long time on the second poem, and the admiration in his heart came.

Kapok didn't need to look at it to know that what this person was talking about must be her third brother.

She had seen her third brother's handwriting, and it was indeed magnificent. It's comparable to everyone's handwriting.

As soon as the literati said this, people gradually came to the surrounding area of Mu Li's poems, but people in other places seemed very deserted.

"It's so well written, I don't know whose hand it is? In my opinion, even this year's champion of Jinke is not as good as this handwriting. ”

"The designation is not comparable, this handwriting is already a rare demeanor of everyone, I really can't imagine, what kind of handwriting is better than this handwriting. It can be regarded as the top master of the Great Chu Kingdom! ”

There was a heated discussion about the handwriting of Mu Li, and they seemed to forget that this was not a calligraphy competition. It's a poetry contest.

Kapok stood side by side with Chu Huaijin on a high place, and she could clearly see the admiring expressions of everyone below.

She's a little funny, isn't it a poetry contest? How everyone's attention is on her third brother's handwriting. Can't you just take a closer look at the content?

Her third brother is also very good at writing poems!

She always felt that the third brother could be reused by the emperor now, and he could assist the prince at a young age and teach the prince to read. are all talents that no one can match in the third brother.

It is also to catch up with the emperor's eagerness to employ people, and he is eager to cultivate power for the crown prince.

Only then did the emperor exclude public opinion, and the third brother of the new champion was personally named Wen Yipin Taifu, which can be said to be on the rise.

"Have you forgotten that this is more than poetry, not calligraphy. It's not a good handwriting that can get this first place. Everyone, hurry up and cast your votes. It's the good that you want to vote for the poem. One of the literati, Li Hong, spoke.

He thinks that the poems he writes are the best, and he has always been the first to participate in this kind of poetry meeting. He is also known as the god of poetry.

He is also bound to win the first place this time, and he is usually a little fluttering by the literati.

"Isn't this the god of poetry? I've heard of the fame of the little poet god below. The poems he wrote are very spiritual and catchy to read. In the next also imitated the style of the little poet. I didn't expect the little poet god to come to participate in this poetry meeting, and I am fortunate to have it! ”

"I've also heard of the little poet god, it's really famous to meet, you better go and enjoy the poems made by the little poet god first! I can't wait. ”

Most of the people had heard of the little poetry god, and in an instant, most of the people around the Muli poems ran away, and they all went around the poems of the little poetry god.

Originally, there was no signature on the poem, but Li Hong did expose his poems generously.

Attract people to come to his poems and admire his poems.

This is not a violation of the rules, it only says that the poems are not signed, and it does not mean that you can't say the poems you wrote in person.

It's a proper play on words.

Chu Huaijin and Kapok looked calm and watched the show, and they couldn't help him toss. Didn't bother with this rule-breaking person.

Both of them have the same idea, if even their identities are exposed, they will not win the wooden ceremony. Wouldn't that be even more humiliating?

He'll be crying for a while!

Thinking so, Kapok was secretly refreshed, she was very confident in the third brother!

When everyone was immersed in Li Hong's good poems, they felt that the little poetry god was really worthy of his reputation.

When they want to cast their vote.

I just heard someone slowly recite the poem."

Tender white stamens and branches,

The autumn rain is also merciful and the wind is also flirtatious.

Add a touch of autumn color to,

Green branches and green leaves want to be ashamed of the peach......"

Everyone was attracted by this beautiful orchid poem, and they all ran back to the poem written by Mu Li to appreciate it.

"This orchid has a long poetic conception, it is intriguing for a long time, it is really a good poem! Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"I think this orchid poem is better than that little poetry god, but it's a pity that the second half of the sentence is not finished, I don't know if it's because of the lack of time, or the person who wrote the poem did it on purpose? deliberately left half a sentence to arouse everyone's reverie. ”