Huai'an Mansion, two wins, one defeat and one draw.

Wuguo, one win, two defeats and one draw, temporarily fell into the disadvantage.

The faces of the envoys of the Wu Kingdom became extremely solemn, before coming to Huai'an Mansion, they were all crushed all the way, those so-called Qi State talents were simply vulnerable to them, they were the only ones who crushed others, and they had never encountered a situation of being crushed, which was something they would never have thought of in the past.

Huai'an Mansion is indeed a famous city in Qi State, with profound cultural heritage and not to be underestimated!

The fifth scene is poetry, and the envoy group of the Wuguo sent a reader who knew at a glance that he was a poetry idiot.

Because he has a book of poems in his hand every moment and every moment, he never leaves his hand, no matter what kind of occasion, he looks down at the book of poems in his hand, and says one or two lines of poetry from time to time, as if he is immersed in the ocean of poetry all the time, everything that happens around him has nothing to do with him, he can't see it, he can't hear it, only the book of poems in his hand.

Li Anyi, who wanted to say a friendly greeting, saw this, so he dispelled this thought, in case of his friendly greetings, this buddy ignores himself, doesn't it seem that he is embarrassed?

After setting up the case and preparing the paper, pen and ink, a waiter soon came up with a wooden box containing several scrolls, and after the two sides carefully checked and confirmed that there was nothing wrong, they randomly selected one of them.

Untie the knot, and the scroll is stretched out, spread on the case, and a large plum character is printed into the eye socket.

The attendant lifted it above his head, spun it around so that everyone present could see it, and then his eyes fell on Li Anyi.

Li Anyi knew what he meant, and nodded, indicating that he had no opinion.

Seeing this, the attendant moved his gaze from Li Anyi's body to the poet idiot of Wu Guo, but what he didn't expect was that the poet idiot was still immersed in the poetry book in his hand as if he hadn't seen him.

"Ahem, this son", the attendant couldn't help but remind.

However, the poet idiot was still immersed in the poetry book in his hand, did not hear it, and ignored him......

"......", the attendant was embarrassed and a little overwhelmed.

The envoy group of the martial arts country was also embarrassed, no, one person couldn't help it, walked up directly, and patted the poet's shoulder.

The poet raised his head and looked at him stunned, dazed: "What's wrong?" Did something happen? ”

"......", squire.

"......", Li Anyi.

"......", everyone.

"......", the Great Khan, the envoy of the Wu Kingdom, but his heart was inexplicably reassured, there are people who are so obsessed with poetry, if this battle is not won, then it is too unfair to God.

"Plum blossoms, proud frost and snow bully, but also suitable for the occasion."

At this time, Wu Guo's poet idiot finally realized where he was now and what he needed to do, and immediately put the poetry collection in his hand back to his chest.

The attendant lit a stick of incense, and the fifth poem was officially commenced, and the time was very tight, only one stick of incense, that is, two quarters of an hour, about thirty minutes.

Holding a brush and looking at the rice paper on the case, Li Anyi pretended to be thinking seriously, but in fact, he was thinking about whether to take out the poems of the great god.

To put it mildly, in the 5,000-year history of China, poetry has long been developed to the extreme, no matter what kind of subject matter, far from being comparable to this world, I am afraid that any poem that can be nominated in history can be shocked.

Yes, Li Anyi thought of a poem, and he didn't think much about it at the moment, so he wrote it with a brush, and at this moment, that stick of incense was only about one-tenth of what could be burned.

On the other side, Wu Guoshi glanced at Li Anyi in surprise, then shook his head and ignored it again.

If you want to write a good poem, ninety percent of the time is used to conceive, and the remaining one percent of the time is used to write poetry, even if you have thoughts in your heart, you have to go through a cycle of ideas, so that you can ensure that the poem you write is a good poem!

Li Anyi's series of actions naturally attracted the attention of everyone in Huai'an Mansion, and their faces were full of astonishment.

Please, can you not be so big, although you are a great talent who wrote when Mingyue and Queqiao Immortal, this is not fake, very awesome, but the other side is not lazy, known as the poet idiot of Wuguo, famous for his skillful poetry, not much worse than you, but not a cat or a dog, you can deal with it casually.

Wait a minute...... Something is wrong, in such a short period of time, only a tenth of the incense stick, logically speaking, it is impossible to conceive a poem so quickly, even for those who are proficient in this way, because this is completely inconsistent with the actual situation!

Then, the only explanation left is that Li Anyi knew in advance that he would use Mei as a poem today through methods they didn't understand, and he was ready in advance.

Knowing that this is for Huai'an Mansion and for the reputation of Qi State, I don't blame you, but can you pretend to be more like, now anyone with a discerning eye can see that there must be something greasy in this, don't you see it? The face of the envoy group of the martial arts country is getting worse and worse.

Bitter, the officials of Huai'an Mansion showed a bitter color, this poetry comparison, whether it is a victory or a defeat, it doesn't matter, in short, Huai'an Mansion's face is lost.

Regardless of the thoughts of the bigwigs in Huai'an Mansion, Li Anyi brushed a few times, and a poem appeared on rice paper.

"Plum"

The incense is dark around the window screen, and the half curtain is sparse and shadowy.

The frost branches are very dry, and the jade trees are blooming.

The smoke of the water cage is thin, and the gap wall is oblique through the moon.

Fangmei likes to be elegant, and the eternal day is accompanied by clear tea.

Putting down the brush in his hand, Li Anyi was very satisfied, his brush writing was getting better and better, and after the ink was dry, he recruited an attendant to hang up the poem.

At this moment, Wu Guo's poetry idiot, who had been pretending to sleep just now, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with a hint of smart light, and it seemed that he had conceived the poem, and before he started writing, he subconsciously glanced at the poem written by Li Anyi before he started to write, but he had just written a word, and suddenly raised his head, staring at Li Anyi's poem with burning eyes, and gradually showed a shocked look.

"I lost!" He suddenly put down the brush in his hand.

Wow......

The audience was in an uproar, and they couldn't figure out what was going on in this sudden situation?

Why did the poet idiot take the initiative to admit defeat after reading Li Anyi's poem without a trace of hesitation.

If Li Anyi's poem is well written, so good that it makes the poet idiot feel ashamed, it is understandable to admit defeat, but although Li Anyi's poem looks good, it is not good enough to that extent, and it is absolutely impossible for the poet to not even move the pen and admit defeat directly.

Could it be that what's wrong with this? Wu Guo's poetic idiot was sold?

"Brother Li deserves to be Brother Li, and I can't catch up with the horse."

Zhang Zifeng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, although Xiao Yao was silent, a trace of appreciation flashed in her eyes.

"Qi country, you deceive people too much!"

Someone in the envoy group of the Wu Kingdom finally couldn't help it, and angrily jumped out to accuse the Qi State of using dirty means to win, not only cheating in advance to know what would be used as poetry, but also not knowing what means to buy the poet idiot!

It's just that before he could say a few nasty words, he was stopped by their leader.

The leader shook his head at him, and after taking a deep look at Li Anyi, Fang admired and said: "This person's manipulation of poetry is far beyond our imagination, unfathomable, we lost this game, and we lost convincingly!"

The man looked at his leader with a stunned face.

"Good poems, good poems, it turns out that poems can be written like this, it's really wonderful, wonderful", Mr. Zhang, whose beard was a little gray, suddenly slapped his thigh and praised.

A certain official couldn't help but ask: "Lord Zhang, forgive this official for being clumsy, although this official doesn't know much about poetry, he can still see that although Li Anyi's poem is good, it can't be called wonderful." ”

The rest of the officials also looked at this adult Zhang suspiciously, waiting for his explanation, they really couldn't see where the poetry was.

Master Zhang smiled mysteriously: "You take a closer look."

According to the words, many officials had to look at Li Anyi's "Mei" again, and read it carefully inside and out, but still did not find anything wonderful, which can only be regarded as a good poem at best, far from being wonderful.