She even held a round fan all the time, put it down, lifted the brush on the table, did not hesitate, sprinkled on the rice paper to write a piece, the handwriting is beautiful and neat, so that people can not find mistakes, after writing, she sat casually on the side, poured a glass of wine, drank it, and didn't care about the result.

In the eyes of Qi Han of An Yucheng, Yongmei written by Lan Yu is bound to be the best, after all, this poem is not only written by Lan Yu, but also changed by the power of gathering talent to reach the apex, word by word, it is enough to crush ordinary poetry.

In the eyes of Xiao Yu of Pingwen City, Xiao Yi's praise of Ju is a must-win work, because Xiao Yi once defeated all the pedants in Pingwen City with this poem, which can be called one of the hole cards of this "talent comparison".

But the understatement of this Yi'an monk Li Qingzhao gave them a bad premonition in their hearts.

The words on the rice paper on the table emitted a golden light, and suddenly floated in the air. The literal is getting bigger and bigger, enough for everyone to see the words of the lyricist.

Partridge Day

The dull and light yellow body is soft, and the love is far away. Why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class among flowers.

Mei Ding is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival. People can think ruthlessly, and they don't see anything back then.

As soon as this word came out, Rao is a person who doesn't understand poetry, and he has an endless aftertaste, and he read it over and over again.

I only feel in my heart, wonderful, wonderful!

Lan Yu and Xiao Yi, who knew poetry, opened their eyes wide, staring at the words, tasting and tasting, and they couldn't speak with mixed tastes in their hearts.

Can they really write such verses in this life?

Qi Han looked at the word, but he just recited it silently in his heart, and he knew that he had touched a hard stubble, his face was pale, and he clenched the wine glass.

On the other side, Xiao Yu read the first sentence of "Partridge Day", and he was fascinated.

A good sentence "Mei Ding is jealous, Ju should be ashamed." "With a group of flowers as a lining, with plums, chrysanthemums as a comparison to praise osmanthus.

Whether it was Lan Yu's Yongmei or Xiao Yi's Zanju, they were suddenly compared to the dust.

A sentence of "dim and light yellow body is soft, and the love is far away, only fragrant", the little osmanthus was described in such a sentence! Reading the last sentence, I feel that the pale yellow osmanthus is close in front of me, and the fragrance of osmanthus penetrates from the nose into the mouth, making people immersive.

"Why do you need light blue and deep red, you are the first class among flowers!" Countless people read this sentence out loud, only to feel that they drank a sip of spirits, the wine was spicy, but the aftertaste was endless.

Enjoyable! It's really enjoyable!

Such a shocking verse. Rao is a person like Qi Han, and when he read this word, he was secretly shocked, what a literary style and what a talent.

This phrase is rare to see in a hundred years!

Who can compete with each other for this word! Rao is an old scholar in Pingwen City, and he can't write such a masterpiece!

This "Partridge Heaven" made everyone boil, but it became a mountain that pressed on An Yucheng and Pingwen Cheng, which could not be climbed or surpassed, and they even had to watch the talented woman in front of them crush their pride with the posture of osmanthus.

If this one wins again, Weiyang City will win two games, no! Absolutely not!

Qi Han and Lin Ting raised their heads in tacit understanding, and when they looked at each other, they knew what the other party was thinking.

Lin Ting stood up, raised his hand and said: "Yi'an Jushi is a poet who is admirable, but Miss Lanyu and Miss Xiao Yi have tried three rounds, respectively, talking about scenery, thinking, and sorrow." It would be unfair to decide the winner based on a single poem. ”

"Yes, now the words and sentences are prepared, if it is a decision to win, it will be too unfair." Qi Han agreed, but he was gambling in his heart, betting that this peak of writing would be this one.

If they are all quatrains, they don't need to compare. Qi Han doesn't believe in evil, how many words can there be? He didn't believe that Li Qingzhao could still say such words.

If Mu Zixiao knew what he was thinking, I am afraid that he would not reply: Thank you, there are many more.

Say thoughts, talk about sorrows.

This is to the point, Mu Zixiao feels that this Lin Ting, afraid that he is a teammate he doesn't know, can bet so accurately. Just now, when they talked about their worries, they deliberately did not participate in it.

Because, these two questions, Li Qingzhao, a Yi'an layman, can be called the grandmother of the graceful school, and the sorrowful words and sentences can reach the realm of refinement.

But these two people don't believe in evil, so they are forced to come back to a few more articles.

The jade cat's cold face on the field melted into a bright smile, "Then please Yi'an Jushi, write some thoughts, write some sorrows." ”

Let you also increase your knowledge, learn more, and no longer have to die.

Li Qingzhao stood up, picked up his pen, and wrote several articles in one breath, and suddenly, on rice paper, he wrote poems that shone in the history of ancient and modern literature.

Lines of poetry are turned into golden characters from rice paper and float on the entire Wutong platform.