Not everyone thinks so, though.

The prince didn't speak, but the old man rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "It can only be counted as half a catty and eight taels." ”

He smiled kindly, "Neither of the poems has ever led to a vision, and the snow lady is more vulgar than the treetop garland, so it seems to me that my prince has won." ”

Running dog!

Lin Ke scolded secretly, then shook his head, and was about to speak.

"Doglegs!" Who knew that Xiao Xiucai scolded directly: "This is so special, everyone can hear Guan Wanyi's old man's poems are better, right?" Don't you feathered people have more wings? How do you feel that if you have more wings, you will have fewer ears? ”

Hearing the word "old man", Guan Wanyi's hand that originally stroked his beard stiffened for a second, and then glared at Xiao Xiucai fiercely.

Xiao Xiucai directly ignored Guan Wanyi's eyes, and Jiao'er Lang pouted at the feather prince:

"You thing, it looks like it's hanging badly, why is it so stinky? Guan Wanyi can crush you, I won't let Brother Lin go out, otherwise you will lose even more ugly. ”

"And that old thing, you have to be younger when you are a dog, right? Your level is simply amazing, you can't praise anyone, Xue Meiniang is still vulgar? ”

"Haven't you ever been to the Qinglou? In the green building, tile kiln, and hook bar, any man or woman can say several vulgar words in different ways. ”

"And those stupid big guys, you prince's poem just now didn't finish reading, your applause gesture is better, it's really funny......"

Xiao Xiucai was lying on the futon, with his hands crossed behind his head, a pen in his mouth, and his legs crossed on Erlang's legs, lying there alone and frantically out.

Gui Yunzhi, who originally disciplined Xiao Xiucai, stood with his hands in his hands, smiling and counting the clouds in the sky, looking complacent.

Lin Ke touched his nose, Xiao Xiucai, this kid, saved him the effort of output.

"Hmph, no matter how sharp your teeth are, you can't change the result that the two poems have no vision." Prince Yuren was annoyed by Xiao Xiucai's scolding, so he also began to scold: "You and other milky people are really rude!" ”

"What my prince said is that there is no vision in the two poems, but ......" The old man of Yuren was scolded by Xiao Xiucai for a long time, and his face still did not change.

He looked at Guan Wanyi and arched his hand: "However, if Guan Shengziqiang says that you won, we are still willing to admit defeat." ”

Boy!

As soon as this sentence came out, Guan Wanyi narrowed his eyes, "A certain family will naturally not do this to force you to admit defeat, but a certain family will not admit defeat either." ”

"Naturally, we won't force the Holy Son to admit defeat." The old man of the feather man smiled in his eyes: "Therefore, how about we count it as a draw?" ”

Boy!

I have to say that although Guan Wanyi is indeed a step ahead, they didn't think about how to evaluate the level in this literary club now.

They invited Ye Jun and Lin Ke to get to know each other and make friends.

It's impossible to invite seven or eight big Confucians to be judges, right? That's not making friends.

Therefore, in the matter of tasting, Lin Ke did not come forward and insisted that Guan Yiying won.

The two ways of civil and military are different, there is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people.

In some people's hearts, this poem is good, and in others' hearts, that poem is strong.

So, unless it's judged on the level of vision.

Otherwise, if they bite Guan Yuyi to death, everyone will not care about the substance of the poem after it is spread, but will only spread the words "The Holy Son forced the Yuren Prince to admit defeat".

That reputation stinks.

And now how Lin Ke scolds, how he justifies, and how he expresses himself, the other side will bite the point of the draw.

Then there is no need to say more.

"Brother Lin......" Huo Ran frowned: "I don't have any certainty." ”

It is difficult to recite a poem that is bound to cause a vision.

Not to mention the Holy Son, I am not sure that the Holy Son is coming.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi also looked at Lin Ke and shook her head.

Those who are good at poetry here, it is estimated that Huo Ran and Guan Wanyi are the two of them, Xiao Xiucai is now working hard to figure out the theory of righteousness, and it is estimated that he will not have time to study the way of poetry.

After all, there is only Lin Ke.

"I can give it a try."

Lin Ke knew a lot of poems in his heart, but some of them were too wasteful to use.

"Hey, why don't you ask me?"

Xiao Xiucai sat up straight, spit out the pen in his mouth, stood up directly, and crossed his waist: "Listen, feather dusters!" ”

"The New Year is not blooming, and the grass sprouts are surprised at the beginning of February."

"The snow is too late in spring, so I wear the garden trees to make flying flowers."

As soon as the words fell, the vision arose.

A radius of 100 miles, full of culture.

I saw that the snowflakes that were originally falling in the sky were suddenly poured into the wisps of culture.

Suddenly, like throwing knives, the snowflakes struck the ground one by one, shattering the floor tiles.

You must know that these floor tiles are specially made, and ordinary middle-aged men cannot break them with a hammer.

And these fluttering snowflakes were easily shattered.

"Hundred miles!"

Huo Ran was surprised and said: "Good writing!" I got this vision, and I waited for another poem to kill the enemy. ”

"It's really good." The Holy Maiden of Yaochi looked at Xiao Xiucai quietly, thinking about whether to introduce him to Yaochi for bathing.

"Mumu loves this poem very much." The Eyeless Monk spoke.

Guan Wanyi closed his eyes and listened, then shook his head and smiled: "Xiao Xiucai, a certain family is not as good as you." ”

Xiao Xiucai was triumphant: "Is that okay?" Tianjiao, who is a once-in-a-millennium in Jixia School Palace, thinks he's joking with you? ”

I guess this character can't be changed...... Gui Yunzhi couldn't stand it anymore, but he didn't bother to care about him, but smiled: "Hundred miles of vision, how is it?" ”

The feathered people were speechless one by one.

The feathered prince looked gloomy, threw the feather in his hand hard, and then sat down with a cold snort.

He never thought that Xiao Xiu would write poetry, because in their information, Xiao Xiu was now busy studying and preparing for exams, and he had no time to learn poetry.

Their main purpose was to announce the return of the Six Tribes to the world.

And the best way is naturally to touch Lin Ke, who is the hottest at the moment.

So, their main target is Lin Ke.

Who knows, before Lin Ke made a move, a genius from the Jixia Academy Palace had already defeated him.

"Hey, hey." Xiao Xiucai stretched out his hand, and the feather fell into his hand lightly.

Then he handed it to Guan Wanyi: "Oh, give you a gift, and remember to return the gift when you are free!" ”

Guan Wanyi raised his eyebrows, he wanted to say something, but in the end he accepted the feather: "Thank you." ”

On the side of the Six Clans, the petite flower man fluttered his wings and flew up.

"I'm Princess Jasmine of the Flower Clan, and I want to compete today."

The girl of the flower clan just now flew up.

Most of the Hua people generally have close contacts with the Shi people, forming a similar symbiotic relationship.

However, after the symbiosis of the Flower Clan and the Shi Clan, there will be many unpredictable factors, so the residence of the Flower Clan and the Shi Clan was separated back then.

Nanyi Flower Clan, Xiyi Stone Clan!

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The poem read by Xiao Xiucai is from Han Yu's "Spring Snow". (End of chapter)