"Quatrain": Two yellow orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go to the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship. ”

Ning Wuxian finished reciting the poem and bowed to Wang Xuexue again.

"Brother Wang, I agreed."

It's more complicated than poetry.

Because there are many topics and different requirements.

It's also simpler than poetry.

Because of the high and low opinions, whoever is faster wins.

Ye Changlong blurted out a poem when he saw that Ning Wuxian barely thought about it, almost suspecting that he had auditory hallucinations.

can't accept a big straw bag that is criticized by everyone, but he is actually a big talent.

Ye Tongju was also startled when he saw Ning Wuxian's comfortable appearance, Ning Wuxian didn't leak a drop of water, he couldn't see through it, so he looked towards Ning Feng.

I saw that Ning Feng had no surprised reaction except for pride, and his heart sank suddenly: Not good!

He still remembered how Ning Feng beat up when Ning Wuxian first shot through the school field.

Ning Feng's pride cannot be faked, even if this Ning Wuxian is not a real poet immortal, he must have real skills!

"This, this...... Ning Wuxian composed a "quatrain" so quickly. ”

"I haven't read this quatrain, have you read it?"

"No...... Is it a freshly made by him, or is it another unsold poem by the poet immortal on his back? ”

The students had a lot of discussions, and they were all speculating about why Ning Wuxian was able to make a catchy seven-word quatrain so quickly.

Only the contestant's own Wang student, after reciting the "quatrain" silently, suddenly opened up, and a new work suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although it is not as good as this quatrain, it is still much stronger than his previous poems.

"Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky...... So simple but so extraordinary, Ning Gongzi, I admit defeat! ”

A real student is by no means like Ye Changlong, who only thinks of using poetry to wear gold and silver for himself.

Wang Xuezi bowed deeply to Ning Wuxian, raised his head, but changed his words: "But I can only admit that you won me, and I can't admit that you are the poet immortal." ”

When encountering such a more serious opponent, Ning Wuxian gave him the greatest respect.

That is, there were no more impromptu poems, which directly abused Wang Xuexue's poetic heart.

"Brother Wang, I will learn again if I have the opportunity." Ning Wuxian looked at the other students who were eager to try: "Who else wants to compete with me?" ”

"I'm coming!"

Another good-looking student stepped forward.

The student's surname is Lin.

After greeting each other, they threw out a question.

"Summer lotus."

The fewer words, the bigger the matter, and the wider the question, the more difficult it is to win.

Because in this way, it is not who writes the most relevant poem, but whose poem is the best.

Lin Xuexue was sure that even if Ning Wuxian had a spare poem manuscript of a similar topic, he would be able to win this question with excellent content.

He didn't believe that Ning Wuxian was a poet immortal.

Naturally, I don't believe that Ning Wuxian can make every poem as brilliant as the poet's writing.

"Is that all there are to you?"

Ning Wuxian's familiar way of questioning, Lin Xuexue couldn't help but smile and asked: "If I say yes, Ning Gongzi will be like Fang Cai, and immediately write a poem?" ”

"Who knows, why don't you tell me?"

Ning Wuxian looked unconcerned, as if he didn't know the deep meaning of his question, which made Lin Xuexue even more convinced that he could win.

Lin Xuexue nodded very happily: "Yes, summer lotus, just these four words." ”

"Xiao out of Jingci Temple to send Lin Zifang": After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. ”

Ning Wuxiao hugged his fists and bowed, smiling proudly.

"Brother Lin, I agreed."

Sure enough, the topics of ordinary students and talented women who are famous in Jiangnan are not the same.

When Ning Wuxian wrote those ten poems yesterday, he was still thinking for a moment on the way home.

But at present, the topics of these students are very simple, because they also have to compose poems themselves.

Or rather, extremely simple.

A child of a few years old can also come with his mouth open and know what it writes and how beautifully it is written.

"This is probably the charm of traditional culture that can be inherited for thousands of years, or even longer without declining."

Ning Wuxian muttered to himself, sincerely thanking him for studying and reciting.

At this time, with the help of the cultural heritage left to him by his ancestors, he can be so confident and calm in this place and place.

After listening to the song "Xiao Out of Jingci Temple to Lin Zifang", Lin Xuexue couldn't help but see the lotus pond that connected the sky, shining under the morning sun, just like Ning Wuxian, who was standing opposite him.

The confidence revealed from his bones made him convinced, but he didn't understand: "Why can you write a new poem so quickly?" ”

It's still such a popular masterpiece!

Could it be that Ning Wuxian is really the rumored poet immortal?

"If I can do it, I can do it, there is no reason, if Brother Lin admits defeat, let those who don't admit defeat come up and try again."

Lin Xuexue naturally admits defeat.

But the other students saw that Ning Wuxian's writing poems was easier than them reciting poems, and which one dared to rush forward, but they all took a step back, and there was no longer the sense of tension when facing Ning Wuxian.

At this time, it is not a shame to lose to Ning Wuxian.

But who knows that they will lose and will ask for their own hardship?

Seeing this, Ye Changlong secretly scolded this group of waste students in his heart, and fixed his eyes on Liu Qingfang.

At this time, Liu Qingfang finally re-examined Ning Wuxian, who had always been the image of a big straw bag in her mind.

Ning Wuxian was already handsome, bathed in the sun at this time, coupled with the two poems he just read, and the awe of the students, Liu Qingfang only found out at this time.

Ning Wuxian, in the crowd, was so dazzling.

And this person who is so dazzling should have been her fiancé!

Shixian used to be her fiancé, but because she disliked being a straw bag, she dragged her out of marriage without marrying.

If so......

Liu Qingfang reached out and touched the corner of her eye, not understanding why she looked away.

"Miss Liu, these people can't even climb the small island in the middle of the lake, Ning Wuxuan is only stronger than them at most, how can he be a real poet immortal?"

Ye Changlong saw Liu Qingfang staring at Ning Wuxuan intently, and saw Liu Qingfang's face full of regret, and his heart was full of jealousy.

How could he let Ning Wuxian be in the limelight in public?!

"Miss Liu, you are a well-known talented woman in Jinling, if you ask the question, he will not win!"

In the face of Ye Changlong's agitation, Liu Qingfang still had self-knowledge, she pursed her lips and shook her head, and murmured in a low voice: "No matter which of these two poems is beyond my reach, Ye Gongzi, please let him go." ”

Liu Qingfang is not kind, and she really wants to let Ning Wuxiao go.

Opposite.

At this time, seeing Ning Wuxian's proud appearance, thinking that this should have been owned by her, and that it might be owned by others in the future, she was so jealous that she went crazy and even wanted to destroy it!

But if this matter continues to stalemate, it will involve the things given by the emperor, not only the Liu family will not be able to escape, but even Ye Gongzi will be deeply involved.

Because of her red gold sword, it was transferred to Ye Gongzi.

"I let him go? Liu Qingfang, I have already formed a bond with him, will he let me go if I let him go? Ye Changlong roared fiercely and looked at the group of cowardly students: "Whoever wants to compete with Ning Wuxian again, I will reward ten taels!" The winner will be rewarded with 100 taels! ”

Ning Wuxian had already guessed that with Ye Changlong's temperament, he would not let this competition end easily.

He looked at Ye Tongju.

After proving his strength, Ye Tong's sentence has not been stopped, and what is the idea of letting Ye Changlong offend him?

Wouldn't it be that you want to step on Ye Changlong's face and play a double reed that you don't know if you don't know each other?

Ning Wuxian looked at the poor students who were dressed plainly and were eager to try but couldn't pull them down, and smiled calmly: "Everyone, if you have money, you can't earn it in vain, since Ye Gongzi is willing to be a wealth boy, why not give it a try?" ”

"Ning Gongzi is right, since this is the case, thank you Ning Gongzi for teaching!"

There were steps set up by Ning Wuxian, and everyone walked down and cast grateful glances at Ning Wuxian.

Ye Changlong, who paid the money, faced the student who thanked Ning Wuxian, and suddenly had the illusion of being wronged.

But if he said it, he could only hope that some of these students would be able to bet on Ning Wuxian's weakness and win.

In this way, he can take Ning Wuxian to the prison to be punished.

If Ning Wuxian was really that poet immortal, just based on the festival of the two of them, he would definitely not let Ning Wuxian get out of the prison alive!

Just when Ye Changlong was waiting for Ning Wuxian to lose, Ning Wuxian hooked his hand towards the students: "It's too troublesome to come one by one, you go together, in this way, when I compose poems, you may still have time to think about how to compose poems and answer questions." ”