This poem is far less gorgeous than Ouyang Xun's, but it gives people a bright feeling.

Inside and outside the Saibei, the yellow grass is green, the prime of life goes, the twilight returns, and the final fate is on the battlefield.

In just a few words, it not only expresses the coldness and loneliness outside the Saibei, but also writes the feelings of family and country.

It's hard to imagine that this poem was written by a prince of Dongying.

This poem is both from the pragmatism of the scene and the emotion of the righteousness of the family and country, which directly crushes Ouyang Xun.

Everyone showed expectant eyes, expecting Ouyang Xun to pick up the pen and write another rebuttal.

It's just that at this time, Ouyang Xun's forehead was sweating profusely, and his mood was even more chaotic.

In this state, not to mention writing poetry, even lifting a pen is laborious.

"This Dongying prince is really a little capable."

Qin Lan smiled, and was also surprised in his heart, this Dongying prince was afraid that he had learned all the books of Da Wei.

"Damn, why is this sissy so useless, she can't even compare to a poem."

Chu Tiangang, who was sitting not far away, muttered, and was heard by Qin Lan.

"Miss Chu, I don't know how to write this poem?"

Ibaraki Liufeng folded the fan and shook it gently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and skimmed everyone contemptuously, at this time, the two big characters on the fan were so dazzling.

Chu Qiling, who was also sitting not far from Qin Lan's identity, frowned, and slowly spit out a sentence,

"Superior."

Although Chu Qiling was unwilling, according to the evaluation of the artistic conception of the poem, Ouyang Xun lost a complete defeat.

The meaning of this evaluation coming out of her mouth is completely different from that of someone else's mouth.

As soon as Chu Qiling's words fell, Ibaraki Liufeng raised his head and laughed.

Ouyang Xun's face turned pale, the corners of his mouth were bitter, and he was stimulated to vomit blood.

With his talent and learning, he can't compare to this Dongying prince in this life, and this life is completely ruined.

"Haha, is it better than that? Waste! ”

Ibaraki Liufeng looked playfully, standing upstairs looking down on everyone,

"I thought that Da Wei was the origin of the literati, and he must have been brilliant, but I didn't expect it to be so unbearable. It seems that today is destined to be disappointed, and this Dawei is nothing more than that, a bunch of waste! ”

After that, the arrogance and smugness in Ibaraki Liufeng's eyes became stronger and stronger,

"In this case, I still advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassed. Who, who is not ready to prepare the attic, today I want to talk to Miss Chu about the heartfelt pleasure, hahaha! ”

The words of Ibaraki Liufeng smashed on everyone's hearts, like boulders falling one after another.

In terms of identity, there are only two people present who can compare with him, and in terms of talent, he can't take any of them.

The scholars present had red eyes, and the breath on the tip of their noses kept spitting, but there was nothing they could do.

As for Ouyang Xun, his eyes are full of Venus, he should have become a poem in three steps, and his reputation and rumors spread all over the world, and he won the beautiful woman.

Now he was ruthlessly crushed, and he was even ridden directly on his head to.

Even the prestige of Great Wei was lost in his hands.

The literati was angry, the more Ouyang Xun thought about it, the more angry he became, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the railing, and his body fell softly.

Seeing this, Ibaraki Ryukaze smiled disdainfully, got up and prepared to walk off the stage.

At this moment, a discordant voice rang out.

"The iron horse silver spear with Wu hook, collect the fifteen states of Guanshan! Shengdou Xiaomin, how dare you be presumptuous, there is a poem, I want to try it! ”

Everyone looked for prestige, but only saw a man standing in the corner of the door.

"Who is this?"

"It was his servant who did it just now, and I don't know where it came from."

Some people remembered Qin Lan's identity, but most of them didn't know each other, and they were all at a loss.

Lan Xin, who was following Chu Tiangang, eagerly wanted to stand up, but shrank back in fear.

"Hey, I guess it's also a son, I can't stand this humiliation."

"Childe, please go back, let's come to this humiliation."

Seeing that Qin Lan was so young, everyone who had hoped for it withdrew their gaze one after another.

In the land of the two capitals, there are only so many famous talents, and there are only four or five people who are more powerful than Ouyang Xun.

Even Ouyang Xun lost so badly, they didn't think that it was just those talented people who could get benefits.

What's the use of this nameless son, just bring humiliation on yourself.

"Just a nobody, you dare to shout with someone, get out!" Ibaraki Liufeng is now full of Chu Qiling, a fairy beauty, how can he have the heart to take care of a nobody.

"Hehe, Prince Dongying, he is also an eggless coward."

In the face of everyone's frustration, Qin Lan was extraordinarily outstanding, her temperament was as plain as water, and her eyes looked indifferently at Ibaraki Liufeng.

"Afraid? Will you be afraid? What if you give you a chance, just an unknown person, I'm afraid of writing two limerick poems and fooling around. ”

Ibaraki Liufeng has a bad gaze and a sneer,

"The last fig leaf of the Great Wei literary world, don't be taken off by you."

When the literati heard this, they all bowed their heads.

For Qin Lan, they no longer had hope, they only hoped that they would not lose the face of the Great Wei literary world and leave the last fig leaf for the Great Wei literati.

Qin Lan shook her head with a smile, and said lightly: "The west wind should be strong, and the water and grass are cold ......."

Well, this poem?

As soon as the two sentences came out, everyone frowned, the meaning of this scene has arrived, if it continues, it may be the second Ouyang Xun.

"Haha, I thought it was a great talent, it turned out to be a waste who only knew how to bite the word Wenjue, I'm afraid you didn't copy this poem from anywhere." Ibaraki Ryuki was sarcastic and ridiculed.

This poem seems to be exactly the same as the copy, and it seems to have nothing to do with Saibei.

After all, this artistic conception is here, and it is different from the Saibei in Chu Qiling's mouth.

Qin Lan indifferently put her hands behind her back, "What's the hurry, it's also a skill to copy that, if you can, you can also copy it." ”

"Poor Yellow River is exhausted, and the felt hall is firmly in the shadow."

"The west wind should be strong, and the water and grass are cold. Pity the Yellow River is exhausted, and the felt hall is firmly in the shadow. ”

The words fell, and the painting boat fell into an eerie silence.

It seems to be unrelated, but in fact, this is where the taste of the rhyme and pen lies, a poor Yellow River is exhausted, and there are many bitter things.

Hu Wuying told how many magnificent ambitions he had in the felt hall, and in combination with the above, a beautiful picture of the prosperous world emerged in an instant.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years, and finally the world was peaceful, and all the Hu people disappeared.

"Good! What a felt hall is firmly in place! ”

"With only a short sentence, I stretch my ambition in my heart, especially the last sentence, which is the finishing touch."

"The first half of the scene is written, the second half is lyrical, and the scene is lyrical, I can't wait for him!"

"I didn't expect this boy to be so talented, I'm waiting to go!"

Everyone opened their mouths wide and were shocked by this poem.

Even Chu Qiling stood up directly in surprise, this poem is no longer good to evaluate.

Ibaraki Liufeng's eyes were gloomy, and his gloomy eyes were fixed on Qin Lan.

originally thought that the victory was in hand, and he could hold the beauty in his arms, but he didn't expect a trip to bite the gold halfway.

In the face of everyone's pursuit, only Qin Lan was neither happy nor sad, his eyes were very flat, and he looked at Ibaraki Liufeng with his hands behind his back.

"Prince Dongying, contemptible people and yours of this poem, I don't know who wins?"