Zhong Ling is a little impressed by this spring day opera poem.

What she didn't expect was that the poem had been written under these circumstances, and that she had been able to witness it for herself, which was a great feeling.

Sure enough, as soon as this poem came out, it was applauded by the audience.

"What a poem, the red medicine wind is the first, the purple smoke is wet and gorgeous, this sentence is also fantastic."

"Brother Mao deserves to be Brother Mao, in such a short period of time, he has made such a neat and excellent poem."

For a while, there was hardly anyone who did not praise or marvel. ❆❈✮wap.f✥e✡fo

Because of such a short period of time, such an excellent poem was written, not to mention that it will be famous for eternity in the future, this poem will definitely be handed down.

How the crowd did not marvel.

In such a situation of praise, the pressure on the third one is greater.

Because the former work is too brilliant.,The latter one will unconsciously compare with the former no matter how well it works.,If you can't do it.,People's disappointment is also greater.。

So it's a lot of pressure on one person in the back.

And this third glass of wine happened to stop in front of Zhong Ling.

At this moment, Mo Huaifeng almost looked up to the sky and laughed.

Sure enough, it's a good reincarnation of heaven, let that stinky boy laugh at him, no, it's his turn, he wants to see what this kid should do now??

Mo Huaifeng stared at Zhong Ling almost with burning eyes, just waiting for Zhong Ling to make a fool of himself.

However, Zhong Ling herself is okay, although this is something she didn't expect, and although writing poetry is indeed not what she is good at, she didn't panic at all.

She picked up the wine glass and just thought about it for a while, then said: "Brave the cold and bloom new flowers, fight the cold and proud frost before the plum, the camellia longevity is closely behind, and there are six-colored primroses." ”

Zhong Ling's poem is naturally mediocre, and there is nothing amazing about it, and it is a seven-character poem, which is relatively simple, and it can be said that there is no comparison with the previous one at all.

But the victory was made in such a short time.

So although it was mediocre, everyone nodded even after hearing it, thinking that Zhong Shuyu, a young man, could do it, at such a young age, there was urgency.

Just like that, Zhong Ling's turn passed so plainly, and Zhong Ling was not punished for drinking.

Of course, Zhong Ling didn't drink the glass of wine in the cup, but just held it up and made a meaning.

Seeing this situation, Mo Huaifeng was the most angry, he didn't expect the other party to really make it, although it was not outstanding, but it was indeed better than what he didn't make.

However, he was angry, and there was nothing to do, this was a literary banquet, just looking at the literary style.

In the time that followed, some people wrote beautiful poems, and some people did not......

In the end, there were a total of 53 poems in this game, of which nine belonged to the top grade, and the poems that were recognized by everyone as the top grade were naturally unanimously congratulated by everyone.

At half past ten o'clock in the evening, this banquet, which lasted for more than eight hours, finally came to an end.

In the end, the guests and hosts were happy, and some people even got drunk and rested in Bailu Garden, and Old Man Zhou also opened his mouth to leave Zhong Ling to rest here.

But Zhong Ling refused.

And You Buyu didn't stop here.

So the two went out of the garden together.

On the way, Zhong Ling asked him, "What do you want me to help with?" ”

However, this was just the rhetoric that You Buyu was going to deadlift Zhong Shuyu out just now, how did he know that Zhong Shuyu was still thinking about this, You Buyu said casually, "Let's talk about it in two days, go back and rest today." ”