Hu Ge took a piece of paper handed over by the servant: "The poems of the playboy on the topic of tea, the poems made by the three sons are as follows:

After eating, sleep and get up two bowls of tea; Raise your head to look at the shadow of the sun, which has been restored to the southwest slope; Happy people cherish the day, worry people are tired of the New Year; Carefree, long and short career. - "Two Bowls of Tea" should be buckwheat

Living water must also be cooked by live fire, and it is deep and clear from the fishing stones. The big scoop stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river into the night bottle. The snow milk has been fried, and the pine wind suddenly makes a sound. The dry intestines are not late to ban three bowls, and the length of the deserted city is changed. ——Zhou Zheyu "Jijiang Sencha"

The silver bottle is slow-cooked bamboo tip dew, and the green lantern incense celadon is entered.

The red sleeves are half a long night, and the ruler has been asking the gentleman for a long time? - "Loss" Xue Yuehong

With the theme of the things in the hands of the beauties of the prince of Yuan, the fairy written by Ying Gongzi, the things in the hands of the twelve flowers of the twilight rain, ethereal, is a poem, and the decoration on the hands of the twelve flowers written by Zhou Gongzi is also gray and delicate, and the lyricism of Xue Gongzi's borrowing is also in place:

The wind and dew are cold, and the Yuhua Palace is feasted. Kiss the case of Purple Emperor Incense, see Jinzhi Chiba. The blue pot fairy dew is brewing, and the fragrance is wonderful. After getting drunk, he rode Danfeng and watched the spring color of Penglai. ——Ying Qiao, "Good Things Are Near"

The sunset melts gold, the twilight clouds merge, where are the people? Dye the willow smoke is thick, blow the plum flute and complain, and know a little about spring! Lantern Festival, harmonious weather, is there no wind and rain? Come to summon each other, Xiangche BMW, thank him for his wine friends and poets. Zhongzhou is in full swing, the boudoir is more free, remember to focus on three or five, paving the green crown, twisting the gold and snow willows, and the clusters are competing for Chu, now haggard, the wind and frost sideburns, afraid to see the night out. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter. ——Zhou Zheyu "Eternal Happiness, Sunset Melting Gold"

The phoenix tail is thin and heavy, and the Biwen dome is deep at night. The fan cut the moon and was embarrassed, and the thunder of the car did not make sense. It was once lonely and dark, and there was no news of garnet red. The spotted horse is only tied to the weeping poplar bank, where the southwest waits for the good wind. ——Xue Yuehong, Untitled

Hu Ge read so much in one breath, exhaled, and wanted to finish Jiuqing's words, but Jiuqing stood up: "No need, Master Hu, I only evaluate the poems of Ying Gongzi, and the rest of the people have not yet talked about the true meaning of Qihan Ziqin, I will read Ying Gongzi's poems, you can rest first."

"The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns, but when she sees the tears wet, she doesn't know who she hates." Jiuqing opened his lips and said slowly.

"This poem may not be long, but it writes the life of this qin, this Qihan purple qin when the owner is favored, the wind-light-limit, when the master falls out of favor, and sighs, Ying Gongzi is really magical!"

Qiao Ying smirked for a while, and Hu Ge beat the gong and drum: "Next!" The award ceremony begins! ”

"First place: Ying Qiao!"

"Bang bang. That's great! That's amazing, Ying Gongzi! ”

"Second place: Zhou Zheyu."

"Bang bang!"

"Third place: Xue Yuehong!"

"Bang Bang!"

"Now! Three of our champions are invited to come here and start awarding awards. ”

Just finished speaking, the fireworks of "Xiu Xiu Xiu" soared into the sky, and the already lively sky was set off by this fireworks, forming a beautiful painting, Kong Ming lanterns are more and more, and the stars are all blinking, under the ring, applause continues.

After a while, many small servants came to the stage with a few boxes, and then the twelve flowers of the twilight rain seemed to be magical, pulling out thousands of ribbons out of nowhere, dancing beautifully, like butterflies picking flowers.

Everyone watched the twelve flowers dance, and there was almost no nosebleed: "It's so beautiful!"

Qiao Ying is strange, she always feels that the twelve flowers of twilight rain are not dancing, but ...... Making clothes.........

As Qiao Ying thought, Qi Chen opened his mouth to explain at this time: "They are making wedding dresses for the lady of our first place Ying Gongzi, today is the Flower Dynasty Festival, and Ying Gongzi can take this dress and give it to your beloved later."