A quarter of an hour later, Meng Chunhua and Ding Haishi put down their pens one after another, and had already finished writing Yongmei's words. Both of them wiped the sweat from their foreheads and breathed a sigh of relief.

After racking my brains, I finally wrote it. At this moment, the two of them can't care about meticulous crafting, and it's a good thing to be able to make a difference.

Meng Xing glanced at it, there were no amazing words, very ordinary, a little uncomfortable, barely passable.

A student from Qingfeng Academy immediately read it out, and suddenly dozens of students from Qingfeng College applauded, and they all looked stunned.

The same is true of the students of Guozijian, who tried their best to praise the students on their side and applauded warmly for Ding Haishi.

It is as if these two people have become peerless talents, full of talent, outstanding talent and wisdom.

Princess Yangping was still cold and noble, she glanced at Meng Xing and said, "Master Meng, you can also compose a lyric." ”

Meng Xing was slightly stunned, why did this involve me again? Isn't this trying to trick me? If I hadn't been a cross-traveler and had a thick-skinned face, I would have died here today.

Meng Xing pretended not to hear.

Everyone was also stunned, they couldn't understand why Princess Yangping asked the people around her to compose a lyric, wasn't this person the princess's guard?

Everyone looked at Meng Xing one after another, and saw that he was wearing a blue power suit, but it was not a guard's costume, but he looked chic and handsome, and he was talented.

The stunning woman next to him is also comparable to the princess's appearance, but she has an ethereal aura, like a fairy, as if she does not eat the fireworks of the world, and is less aggressive.

Zhuo Lingyan pushed Meng Xing: "Call you, don't pretend to be deaf." ”

Meng Xingdao: "I'm not a scholar, just a martial arts cultivator, and I can't write poetry." ”

The scholars present saw that Zhuo Lingyan and Meng Xing seemed to be extremely familiar, and they were all a little envious, jealous and hateful, why could this kind of vulgarity in martial arts cultivation be able to get the favor of fairies?

"If you want to write, you will write, don't be so mother-in-law." Zhuoling flue.

Meng Xing glanced at the cold and stunning princess, only to see that she was also glaring at herself, looking like she was going to eat herself without writing, didn't she force me to appear in front of people?

If I had known that, I wouldn't have admitted that I had written it. No, if I don't admit it, how can I explain that I modified the same as the plagiarism dog of Ding Haishi? What happened today is too coincidental.

Meng Xing's face did not change, I am a porter, not a plagiarism dog, because the poems I wrote are not available in this world, and there is no plagiarism of poems and articles written by readers in this world.

"Princess, this person is not a scholar, nor is he a student of our two universities, isn't it an insult to compete with us in poetry?" When a student from Guozijian glanced at Ding Hai, he jumped out and arched his hand.

"Yes! Oh, yes! To let a vulgar person who does not understand the text and ink to write poetry is an insult to our students who have studied hard for ten years, poetry and articles are the way of sages, and they are extremely sacred, how can such a person be insulted? A student from Qingfeng Academy also said.

"That's right! Right! How can such a person write poetry? ”

"Princess, look, this person looks embarrassed, mother-in-law and mother-in-law, obviously there is no ink in his stomach, how can he write?"

"Princess, you have been deceived by this man, who has a treacherous face, and is obviously not a good person."

……

The students of the two universities jumped out and sprayed Meng Xing one after another, spraying him uselessly.

Just now, the people of the two universities were eager to tear each other's people apart, but at this moment, they were unanimous to the outside world, and they obviously saw Meng Xing's threat.

This person came at the same time as the princess just now, and he was accompanied by a beautiful woman, obviously he also had something to do with the princess, otherwise how could he walk with the princess?

It's too much! Before I slapped you in the face, you jumped out and bleeped blindly, and flattened me to nothing. I have eaten your family's food, and you have suppressed me so much? If the tiger is no longer powerful, you will treat me as a sick cat? Meng Xing complained in his heart.

He walked to the table and pondered with a pen, thinking about what Yongmei's word card to write.

Many of the students present sneered one after another, they are not readers, and they still want to write poems, but it is useless to break their heads.

Poetry and articles, the way of sages, extremely sacred, how can a cat or a dog write?

Many students let out a "boo" sound.

Zhuo Lingyan was a little nervous, although he saw Meng Xing make a poem just now, he was also worried that he was a blind cat and a dead mouse, and he happened to write a poem like this before.

Now that everyone is watching, they have become a little nervous, and it is much more difficult to come up with new poems at once.

If one is not good, it may be laughable and generous.

Princess Yangping was cold and noble, and the expression on her face made it impossible to see her inner thoughts.

On the other side, Zhou Jingyun and Xu Linfeng had already recognized Meng Xing, and they were surprised, they didn't expect him to come to the capital, when did this happen?

And as soon as he came, he climbed up to the princess and got acquainted with the princess, this kind of method is really powerful.

Even those of them, the old fritters who have been in the capital for many years, have no chance to behave in front of the princess, let alone know the princess.

No wonder he was asked to come to the capital to listen to the music, but people didn't bother to come, it turned out that there was such a reserve army, and there was no need to worry about the back road.

Also, why is there another beautiful woman next to him? It's really a good fortune, it's not a senior sister or a sister, or another beauty.

In Yuanwu Villa, there are also golden houses to hide Jiao, and there are several waiting for him.

At this time, Meng Xing had already begun to start writing, dipping in ink and waving it on the rice paper, and the pen was gone.

"Fortune operator, Yongmei."

The five thin gold fonts are like paintings, handsome and unique, making people feel bright.

"Humph! What can you do if you write well? There are many people who can write well, but not everyone can write poetry. A student said sourly.

No one echoed him, everyone watched nervously as Meng Xing continued to write, and the atmosphere around them was a little stagnant.

"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. ”

Straightforward sentences, but the scenery is depicted vividly, there seems to be wind, rain and snow, the breath of spring is coming, the cliff has been frozen, but the plum blossoms are still blooming proudly, pretty and beautiful.

The students present suddenly felt a sudden burst in their hearts, and they had a bad feeling, reading these words, looking at each other.

Meng Chunhua and Ding Haishi came out with their foreheads, stretching out their sleeves to wipe the sweat drops, but the eyes of the two of them were staring at the familiar handwriting on the rice paper, and they felt a little trembling in their hearts.

"Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

Many of the students present only felt the roar of huge thunder overhead, and they were all stunned.

“…… When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. This anthropomorphic sentence simply depicts the plum blossoms vividly, as if there is a stunning beauty, not afraid of the cold, strong and unyielding standing in front of everyone, showing a bright smile.

"This ...... This ......" Many students were dumbfounded, and they only felt that this poem was extremely well written, and it was simply a masterpiece.

Compared with what Meng Chunhua wrote when he was with Ding Hai, it was a difference between cloud and mud. What those two students wrote tasted like chewing wax.