"Humph! Brag unblushingly! ”

After a while, someone stood up again.

As soon as he gave up his hand, he asked the maid to prepare to read his poems.

The maid did not shirk, picked up the rice paper and recited sentence by sentence.

And this one is almost better than what Ma Qingming wrote!

It's a pity that Ruyan still didn't nod.

When the man saw this, he could only sit down in a daze.

Half an hour later, most of the people had finished reading their poems. ，

Only Jiang Yihan and Yan Beiyun are left.

The two of them are quite confident in their poems, and their faces are already inevitable!

"Then I'll start with Yan Gongzi's poem."

The maidservant smiled and spoke, and then said sentence by sentence: "The river is thousands of miles wide, and there are no neighbors in a lonely boat." ”

"Only the rest of the building month, far and near will follow people."

"When entering the wind, first go around the dizziness, and the fog is quickly shifted."

"If the imam is like a fan, he can be dusted by beautiful songs."

When the words fell, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then immediately applauded.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"This poem is so exquisite!"

Even Ruyan in the attic frowned a little after listening to it.

This poem can be said to be extremely lonely and desolate, and her identity as a woman in the Qinglou can be said to be extremely commensurate!

However, Ruyan still didn't nod, in her opinion, although this poem is very good, it is not a top name!

Yan Beiyun was a little angry: "Isn't Miss Ruyan satisfied?" ”

Writing this poem, he has almost no sluggish feelings, and he does it in one go, so he is quite confident.

But Ruyan in the attic was still indifferent, which made Yan Beiyun very depressed.

This poem can be said to be the best he has written in so many years!

"Alas, it sounds okay, but it's a pity that the level is still far behind!"

Lin Yiqiu is still so poisonous.

Yan Beiyun glanced at him coldly, and shook his hand coldly.

"Brother Yan, why are you so angry, since Miss Ruyan doesn't like the poem just now, what about mine?"

Jiang Yihan waved his hand and asked the maid to start chanting.

As one of the most eye-catching of all literati, he is also recognized as the first talent.

He believes that his poems will definitely make the girl obsessed and intoxicated!

"In that case, then I'll start reading."

The maid chuckled and said, "The jade axe has not been idle for many years, and it has been cultivated tonight." ”

“......”

Compared with the previous Yan Beiyun, the artistic conception of this poem is very different!

The infinite chic meaning makes people yearn for it!

Especially the last sentence, describing the scene of stepping on the moon and entering the Guanghan Palace to become an immortal is even more amazing!

He is the most famous talent! Such a psalm is worthy of the love of a genius!

After reading it, the maid was also a little excited, and looked at Jiang Yihan with admiration.

And even more so with the rest of the people around!

"This poem has a wonderful artistic conception!"

Someone spoke suddenly, and immediately more agreed.

Although the pen and ink are not so gorgeous, the chic and free in it, and the graceful artistic conception can be said to be the most perfect one of all the poems today!

And Ruyan in the attic was also completely attracted, and then nodded.

She was extremely pleased with the poem.

"Hahaha! It seems that my poetry is at the top of my game today! I'm going to spend the night with Miss Ruyan! ”

Jiang Yihan smirked.

But this is also in his expectation, after all, in his opinion, when writing poetry, no one will be his opponent!

The maid also said: "That is the case, then Jiang Gongzi is the winner of today's poetry meeting!" Please also ask Jiang Gongzi to go to the Red Room with me! ”

The so-called red room is the room where the Oiran of the Xiangyue Building lives.

The meaning of the maid has already been explained, Jiang Yihan can be in the red room tonight, lingering with Ruyan.

Hearing this, Jiang Yihan's face couldn't stop being excited.

As for the others, although they are very envious, jealous and hateful, it is not a shame to lose to Jiang Yihan.

I can't learn it by myself!

However, at this moment, Lin Yiqiu suddenly spoke.

"Wait, I haven't tasted my poems yet."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on him.

As for Jiang Yihan, he was even more disdainful.

"Hehe, what you said before was to crush us with talent, but now you can't write poetry at all."

"What? Not convinced? It's not like a literati to be so embarrassed! ”

"Who said I was a literati?"

Lin Yiqiu complained speechlessly, thinking that I am obviously a eunuch, and I am still a big eunuch who holds great power!

Subsequently, he continued: "Your poems are pretending to be chic, forcibly lyrical, and without the slightest foreshadowing, which is not a famous poem. ”

"At your level, I can write better than you with my toes!"

"You don't talk big! Since you're so good! What about poetry? ”

Jiang Yihan couldn't stop refutating.

Everyone also followed him and coldly reprimanded: "Yes, from the beginning, you didn't look down on the poems written by everyone, but what about yours?" ”

"I didn't move half a word, I'm embarrassed to say nothing, don't laugh at the dead!"

"This poem of mine is not only longer than yours, but also whether it is artistic conception or beauty, it can kill you in seconds!"

Lin Yiqiu took a sip of wine.

At this moment the maid also came up.

"Childe, if you really have a poem, you can still write it now."

When she was paired before, Lin Yiqiu's talent still made her feel very good.

Lin Yiqiu waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll read it, you can do it with your pen." ”

"Hehe, what a big face! And let people do it with a pen! ”

A few more taunts.

The maid didn't think anything of it, and sat down in front of the desk, already holding up the pen.

"Childe, please!"

And above the attic, the girl like smoke was also staring at Lin Yiqiu tightly, her face was full of expectation and curiosity!

What does it look like to be better than anyone else here?

Soon, Lin Yiqiu's magnetic voice came slowly.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together!"

As soon as the first sentence was spoken, everyone present was stunned!

Just ten simple words, the scene of the fusion of the bright moon and the river has been outlined!

Thinking of this, the smoke in the attic has already moved.

"Good poetry!"

These two sentences alone are enough to outweigh most of the others here today!

But Lin Yiqiu continued.

Next is the flow of the river, and the scene of flowers blooming on the shore!

Then to the world, and then to the feelings!

“....”

"Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year!"

Wow!

As soon as this sentence came out, the audience was in an uproar!

Everyone is as completely stunned as a puppet!

Even the maid who was writing with a pen was touched, and her heartstrings couldn't stop trembling!

"Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year!"

"It's a vast feeling, although there are only ten words, it seems to have written thousands of years!"

"That's it! Today's poem is enough to overwhelm them all! Even celebrities in literature and history! ”

She couldn't stop talking.

As for the girl in the attic, she has already stood up, and it seems that she has also been completely captured by this sentence!

Lin Yiqiu chuckled: "It's not over yet, go on." ”