It's hard for Lintian to believe that this is a memory, or a dream, but everything is going so fast that it seems to be repeating his experience again, and he doesn't understand why.

Wangjiang Tower, that's right, once returned to Wangjiang Tower.

The place where the famous poem of Lintian Gong begins.

In the Wangjiang Tower, everyone looked at the screen and saw Tuofei holding an ink pen and writing his own poem, called: "Sigh Qingming"

"No flowers, no wine is also clear, dreaming of agarwood through the ages. ”

When he wrote the first two sentences, everyone sighed, which is really good. No wonder, the atmosphere highlighted in the previous poem can be on par with Wen Yong.

Even the academy gentleman next to him nodded and said: "These two sentences of this poem have a very good artistic conception, the Qingming Festival is the first, the flowers and wine are not happy, the dream is dead, and the eternal mercy is good." ”

"Well, that's right, I can't imagine that this Tuofei spends all his days drinking and drinking, and he actually has such a state of mind, it's rare, this first sentence is quite good, it depends on how he picks it up. ”

At this time, many people have begun to praise Tuofei, the first sentence is indeed good, and then, I saw Tuofei write the second half.

"I will wait for the future to find Fanglou, drunk and red-faced. ”

"Thinking about the hibiscus and the colorful clouds, the mandarin ducks playing in the water at dusk. ”

"Since ancient times, the ghosts have been merry, and the season is late in autumn. ”

"Servant~!"

"Hungry... This, hahaha......"

When Tuofei finished writing, except for the gentlemen on the stage, everyone below, who understood the poetry, all laughed.

"Hahaha, this Tuofei, okay! I'm convinced!"

"I'm also convinced. Count him awesome. Hahaha......"

"yes. A good sentence of 'Xunfanglou, in the clouds', there is really yours, this Tuofei 'Gentleman of Ten Thousand Flowers' title really deserves its name!"

Cangzhou Mansion Yin wiped the tea from his mouth, almost squirted out, and looked at Xu Hanlin helplessly, wanting to be angry. But the seizure did not come out.

"Alas, this Tuofei! Originally, the first two sentences, I thought it was very meaningful, and I wanted to praise him a few words, but how do I think about it, this behind, this, where is this scholar! This is clearly a romantic nature!"

Xu Hanlin smiled slightly and said, "Hehe, Wu Mansion Yin Mo is going to be angry." Actually, leave the back. There is still something desirable in front of this, but it's a pity, if this son is not so stubborn, change the style, presumably, there may be a poem today, maybe the famous poem. ”

"That's what I said, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Lintian half-opened his eyes, his face was full of helplessness, he suddenly felt that it was a mistake that he knew Tuofei, why did he know him, if the two didn't know each other, maybe there would be no today's thing, and, at least, it wouldn't be so embarrassing, so that everyone thought that the people around Tuofei liked to 'find Fanglou and turn over the clouds'. ”

Just when everyone laughed at Tuofei's 'romance', someone suddenly said: "Look at the fortune map, the outline has appeared!"

At this time, everyone jumped out of laughter, only to see that the fortune map on Tuofei's side, like Wen Yong, began to appear lines, and the color began to darken, until the general outline outlined the form, and then stopped. In the end, when people compared him with Wen Yong, the two turned out to be about the same!

"What? I can't imagine that this Tuofei is still hiding a hand?"

"However, why don't I understand that this 'Merry' poem can also gain luck?"

"It's nature, no matter what is written, as long as the verses are good enough, it's fine!"

"Haha, could it be that this luck also knows merry and happy?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? Don't want to live anymore? This luck is also a joke? Be careful that you will be unlucky in the future, but don't bother me!"

"Hungry, I'm just ......"

Tuofei himself didn't expect that he would have such good results, he thought that he would be much different from Wen Yong, but unexpectedly, between the two of them, suddenly, he looked proud, the previous tension was swept away, and he looked at Wen Yong confidently.

"Haha, Brother Wen Yong, I conceded! I didn't think I still had a bit of Class A potential, you said yes, hahaha!"

Wen Yong didn't expect that he was almost like himself, and he suddenly felt ashamed in his heart, and he actually fought to a draw with this kind of person, but because there were many big people on the scene, he didn't have a seizure, and he didn't reply, just glanced at Tuofei coldly.

Tuofei's performance was a little unexpected, but Lintian did not have an optimistic idea, because the remaining Li Gongzi was at most the same as Wenzhi, and even worse, however, Wang Ming had not yet written a poem, that is, their real trump card had not yet been shot.

Tuofei came back happily, looked at Lintian, and said haha: "How is it, Brother Lin, I didn't embarrass our Ding Ban, right?"

Lin Tian glanced at Tuofei and said, "It's not a shame, but what should I do later?"

"Ahhh......h

"It seems that Wang Ming has not published a poem yet. ”

Tuofei suddenly slapped his forehead, "Oh, I forgot about him, he hasn't written poetry yet, this, it's ...... now"

Lintian didn't speak, shrugged helplessly.

Tuofei wanted to cry a little and continued; If I really lose badly, then won't I become a sinner in the Ding class in the future? Alas, I was angry and pulled the whole class up, really, alas!"

Lin Tian said with a smile: "Haha, at this time, I know that I regret it, why did I go earlier? Okay, you don't have to be nervous, do your best, just listen to the destiny of heaven, besides, you are not doing this for yourself, the honor of Ding Ban is still carried by you, if you really don't take over this Wenbi, it will really be looked down upon in the future!

Tuofei looked at Lintian with tears in his eyes: "Brother Lin, I only knew this time that you are my 'confidante', and in the future, I will cover you in Cangzhou, no, in the whole capital!"

For some reason, when Lintian heard the word 'red face', he was in a cold sweat all over his body, goosebumps all over his body, and then he was powerless to respond, and he kept recalling the sentence in his mind: 'Drunk pillow and red face in the clouds'.

After a short time, Li Gongzi and Wenzhi were also written, and the same procedure was to write their own poems on the fortune map belonging to each party.

As expected, Li Gongzi's poems, compared with the poems of Wenzhi, the second eldest of the Wen family, although they feel similar in terms of luck traction, but the luck map still shows that Li Gongzi is slightly inferior.

At this time, on the map of Class A, it can be clearly seen that in the painting, in the hurried mountains, the grass and flowers are in full bloom, but there are no flowers and plants on the map of Ding Ban, and it is obvious that Ding Ban is beginning to lag behind.

However, Wang Ming, from beginning to end, he didn't put pen to paper, he just watched from the sidelines, his eyes were full of confidence, as if he could win without himself, because he concluded that no one could make waves except Tuofei.

At this time, everyone sighed, "Alas, it's over, Wang Ming hasn't written poetry yet, and Ding Ban has lost ......"

"Well, the last person in Ding Ban looks very ordinary, I guess it is impossible to have a chance, hehe. ”

Everyone finally decided in their hearts that Ding Ban was going to lose......

(To be continued.) )