Poems full of pride.

Let Shangguan Lanxi's apricot eyes be full of admiration.

Mo Wanqing looked at Zhang Xiuran, who was laughing wantonly, a gentle smile appeared on her cold face, and the corners of her mouth rose.

The Gong brothers and sisters looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes.

But Gong Yuxiu, who was called the Linzi of Jinling by all the talented people in Jinling, was not discouraged.

Bang Bang Bang!

Gong Yuxiu took a step forward and applauded heartily:

"It's a good drunken sentence to call yourself a fairy in the poem."

"Ye Gongzi, Zhang Gongzi, this poem is really full of pride."

The next moment.

He turned around and looked up at Shangguan Lanxi on the third deck:

"Sister Lanxi, can you take out their verses?"

"I can't wait to see the poems of the two."

Suddenly.

The talented scholars around him all echoed:

"Gongzi is right, Miss Shangguan, can you read the poems of these two princes first, let me wait to pay respects."

"I want to see what kind of elegant poetry can be written by such an arrogant and domineering person."

"Hmph, do you really think that composing poetry is as casual as drinking and eating? What a big tone, dare to say that there are 300 poems and essays, which is really ridiculous and generous. ”

……

Under the moon-white hat, Gong Yuli frowned slightly, looking at her younger brother as this bird, a little disappointed.

She secretly said in her heart: "Yuxiu is too well protected by her family, and Ye Qing and Zhang Xiuran have become the target of everyone." ”

"Even if the two of them are outstanding in poetry and overwhelm Yuxiu, it won't have much impact on Yuxiu."

"If you lose, Yuxiu won't fight."

"But now, Yuxiu opened her mouth, this has become a battle of will, it's okay to win, if you lose......"

Gong Yuli sighed

But she also knew that the young man was high-spirited and unwilling to be left behind.

After thinking about it, Shangguan Lanxi in front of her couldn't wait to say:

"Everyone, don't be impatient, the little girl will rummage through the poems of the two sons."

Gong Yuxiu stood up with everyone and said:

"There's a girl who is Laoshangguan!"

The slender soft wattle had just landed on the stack of rice paper that had not yet been turned.

A loud chant rang out in everyone's ears.

"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. ”

Everyone looked at Ye Qing who was standing with his head held high in amazement.

Ye Qing took a deep breath, stared at his eyebrows and said solemnly:

"In the summer, the moon and the moon are closed, and the Long March has not yet been returned. But to make the wolf city fly will not be called Beiguang Yin Mountain! ”

Hiss!

The sound of gasping for air conditioning came and went.

Everyone stood on their hairs, and they looked at Ye Qing with iron blood and loneliness on their bodies in shock.

"Good, good poem, good side poem."

"The heart of this Ye Gongzi's family and country, the sun and the moon can be seen."

"Good poem, if General He Fei of my wolf city is still here, how dare Beiguang Kingdom go south into my border Yin Mountain."

"Don't say anything else, just this patriotic meaning, I am convinced."

……

A talented scholar with a complicated expression, and then bowed respectfully and politely to Ye Qing.

Gong Yuli was as white as snow, and her hands folded in front of her abdomen suddenly clenched.

Under the moon-white hat, his eyes were full of emotion.

Shangguan Lanxi was short of breath, and the light in his apricot eyes was incomprehensible.

After Ye Qing returned the salute to everyone, he sighed:

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. ”

When Shangguan Lanxi heard this poem, there was a roar in his mind, and his heart was broken without a trace.

She held it up softly, put it on her chest, and said crankily secretly:

"Is Johnson his self-metaphor?"

"He, does he already have a sweetheart who he can't love?"

"Emperor Wang, who is as beautiful as a butterfly, must be a perfect woman."

"I can only dream in my dreams, he is really an infatuated man."

Shangguan Lanxi, who was sad, even if he was sad, because of love at first sight, once again put a gorgeous veil on Ye Qing's body called infatuation.

Behind Ye Qing.

The Shanshui silver fan was tapped on the tip of his nose, and Zhang Xiuran looked at the long back in front of him with playful eyes.

Look at the third deck, on the goose-yellow veil, the apricot eyes are full of sadness.

He secretly said in his heart:

"This guy is really terrifying, the first gunner in Pingle Fang, it's really worthy of its name."

"Obviously I haven't experienced love, just think about it, it's such a sentimental and mournful love poem."

"Look at what has become of the little girl's sadness."

"I have to explain, if the misunderstanding is deep, then the first time this son became a matchmaker, he will end up without a problem."

The silver fan pulled a flower, held it firmly in his hand, and looked at Gong Yuxiu with a complicated expression with interest.

Then, Ye Qing glanced at the audience and said indifferently: "Hanlin has a good name. ”

As soon as this poem came out.

The faces of the audience changed, and they lowered their eyebrows and contemplated.

Someone looked angry, looking at Ye Qing's handsome and indifferent face, and couldn't wait to go up and punch Bang Bang twice.

There are even more people who think about it, and they have a lot of thoughts, and then, with a face full of shame, they bow to Ye Qing again.

Gong Yuxiu, who also had a complicated expression, trembled after thinking for a moment.

His eyes returned to their former clarity, his body returned to his former humility and gentleness, and he smiled and bowed to Ye Qing and said:

"Ye Gongzi, Yuxiu has just been rude, I want to be taught."

Ye Qing smiled gently, and bowed back:

"Gong Gongzi is serious, I don't deserve you to say that."

Gong Yuxiu said sincerely and convincingly: "Gongzi is a poet, I have only seen it in my next life, only these four poems should be the leader of today's poetry club." ”

"Can you please Ye Gongzi continue, let me listen to the two questions of water and city."

The talented scholars around him, seeing Gong Yuxiu surrender to defeat, although they were unwilling, facts speak louder than words.

At the same time, he admires Gong Yuxiu, and he is really a frank son.

Ye Qing said with a smile: "The Yingshui flows eastward, it is all washed away, and the mustache is anointed with blood." ”

It's another unjust war poem.

Gong Yuli's heart was for a while.

Under the moon-white hat, the beautiful eyes ripple.

And at this time.

Shangguan Lanxi had already pulled out the rice paper signed Ye Qing.

She looked at the brilliant calligraphy on it.

Look at the poems on it that are either majestic, subtle, or far-reaching.

The atrium was frantically pounded by the fawn in the heart.

Don't wait for Gong Yuxiu and others to taste this poem.

Ye Qing bowed his hand and said apologetically:

"As for the city character question, the first five questions have already racked my brains, and after thinking about it, I still replace it with the verses made by the word title."

There was frustration in everyone's eyes, but they were also convinced.

'But to make the dragon city fly will not be called the Northern Yuan Du Yin Mountain. ’

This sentence is full of unwillingness to the current situation and expectations for the family and country, which is comparable to Gong Yuxiu's 'fighting wine on the edge of the capital, Minglou is drunk and sleepless'.

Even, for those of them who are enthusiastic about serving the country, Ye Qing's poems are even better.

Gong Yuxiu felt bitter in her heart.

Ye Qing, who can make five swan songs, how could he not think of the word "city", but instead use the word "will" instead.

This is to leave room for him to lose so badly.

"There are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky." Gong Yuxiu said sincerely, bowed to Ye Qing and said: "Zhang Gongzi is right, I have many people who have crossed the river, Yuxiu, and the eyes of the rats are gone. ”

The poetry of divine revelation is only one stone, and Jinling occupies eight buckets.

Among the eight talents, the unrivaled Jinling Linzi was defeated, and he was completely defeated.

The talented scholars around him sighed and sighed, but everyone was really convinced.

Then.

One person suddenly said: "I overheard it before I went down, Ye Gongzi, you once said that your poetry talent is much worse than Zhang Gongzi, I don't know if you can let me wait to admire Zhang Gongzi's literary talent." ”

Moment.

A group of talented scholars all looked at Zhang Xiuran expectantly.

Zhang Xiuran heard the prestige, but there were many people around him, and he couldn't tell who was arching the fire.

Ye Qing listened to this somewhat familiar voice, and said secretly in his heart:

"It's good to be prepared."

He turned to Zhang Xiuran and said, "Gongzi Zhang, do you think you will chant it, or invite Miss Shangguan to come?" ”

The dissolute Zhang Xiuran despised everyone:

"Poetry Club, meet friends with texts, this son, just recite the word 'city' made by this son."

"Let you know that this son is not an untargeted, arrogant person."

"Listen up!"

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