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"Jiao Niang, light incense, the second round, with the theme of painting, compose a poem, limited to one stick of incense."

While Ling'er spoke, she glanced at Yan Nuo in the audience lightly, her eyes were a little provocative, Yan Nuo hooked her lips, okay, she took it.

As soon as Ling'er finished speaking, several small servants walked onto the stage with a picture scroll, and the so-called painting only had the word "chrysanthemum" written on it, which was quite an abstract title.

It seems that this Ling'er wants to test everyone's imagination, how to borrow words and fantasizes, and send paintings and poems.

Yan Nuo pursed her lips, right in her arms!

As soon as the topic came out, everyone thought about it for a long time, and for Yan Nuo, Yin Ju's poems were simply a trivial matter.

"I have it!"

A man dressed as a Confucian scholar continued to exclaim with joy:

"Please Ling'er girl listen to Xiaosheng's words, I would rather die with incense on the branches, how could it have been blown down in the north wind."

"Good!"

As soon as the words of the man in Confucian clothes fell, everyone praised after hearing it.

Yan Nuo is not proficient in ancient poetry, at most he has all kinds of plagiarism and reference, but he also thinks that what this man said is quite good, rhyming and smooth.

At this time, another brightly dressed man also stood up and praised Ling'er on the stage:

"In Xia Luo, I also wrote a poem, and I hope that Ling'er girl will taste it. The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful, the smoke and orchid are crying, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows are flying away. Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu. ”

As soon as this poem came out, everyone couldn't help but applaud, "It's really a good sentence." ”

"Luo Gongzi deserves to be a genius, this sentence is wonderful."

Jiao Niang applauded and couldn't help but praise.

"Ancestor, you old man, what should we do this time? With two wins in three games, I don't think we're hopeful......"

Kiko shook her head, with a look of lovelessness.

Yan Nuo pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows to look at the people around him who were in high spirits, and slowly spoke:

"Why are you so pessimistic? Look at that incense, isn't there still half of it? ”

"Ancestor, you old man, we are at a disadvantage now, if we want to win, we must win the remaining two games......"

Xizi is so anxious, how can she feel that her ancestors are not in a hurry at all? So calm, have you already thought of countermeasures?

Smacking her lips, she honestly stood behind Yan Nuo, and Xizi once again turned her admiration to the body of Ling'er on the stage.

"Miss Ling'er, my son has a question, how did he win this competition?"

Yan Nuo raised his eyebrows, looked at Ling'er who was standing quietly on the stage, and asked with a chuckle.

"Naturally, it is the one who is amazed by Yin Ju who wins."

Ling'er didn't squint, her eyes swept over Yan Nuo faintly, and then she turned to the side, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at somewhere on the third floor.

"Oh...... Amazing......"

Yan Nuo repeated thoughtfully.

"Ancestor, you old man, I feel that we have no hope, you must not try again, where will your old face be put in a while?"

Xizi caught a glimpse of Yan Nuo's eager expression, and immediately comforted him 'intimately', just now his ancestor made everyone unforgettable, and he almost didn't get into the crack in the ground.

Although this Xizi doesn't understand the rhythm at all, he also feels that his ancestors' playing is really torturous to his ears, and he is typically bitten by a snake once and afraid of the well rope for ten years.

Yan Nuo snorted coldly, and didn't even bother to throw a roll of his eyes to Xizi, this Xizi was worried about losing just now, and now he is persuading himself to admit defeat? You don't have to change your face so quickly, right?

Glancing at the incense that was about to burn out, you will pretend to be forced, Yan Nuo raised his eyebrows, calmly glanced at the people who were already saying hello to Luo Xu, coughed twice, and slowly spit out:

"If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will bloom with the peach blossoms."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone who was happy was stunned.

Xizi blinked and looked around mechanically, this, is what his master said good or bad?

Isn't that talking about ginju flowers? Why do peach blossoms still appear? It's over, it seems that his master is losing face again.

Kiko sighed, and buried her head directly in her stomach.

"Haha, good, it's very similar to her character, so domineering!"

Jinyu laughed, sure enough, this chick still has a hit or two.

"You, you know a lot?"

Jin Heng seemed to be smiling, his tone was flat, he couldn't hear joy and anger, and he didn't know his mood.

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

Jin Yu snorted, waved her hand again and again, and continued: "I mean, these two poems, it seems, something is missing? ”

Jin Heng hooked the corners of his mouth and glanced at Yan Nuo, who looked relieved in the lobby, indeed, these two poems are missing allusions.