Soon everyone finished reading their poems, looked at Wu Yingxiong and said, "Why don't His Royal Highness the Prince write a poem for Miss Liu tonight, so that we can all taste it?" ”

Hearing this, Wu Yingxiong stood upright on the spot in embarrassment....

At this time, it reflects the importance of the dog-headed military division, and his own master is in trouble, and he will definitely jump out to support as soon as possible, "What is the identity of our Royal Highness... How can I be like you... So indecent. ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became... But I didn't notice Wu Yingxiong's face next to him.. From red to black, from black to red...

However, the man said as if he had made up his mind not to give him face:

"Your Highness, all of us here are waiting for your divine work....

"Yes, yes, why don't you take advantage of this scene tonight to compose a poem and give it to Miss Liu.....?"

Lin Pingzhi has now seen the difficulty of these people's readers.... It's a scoundrel like Wei Xiaobao who can cure these people... Fortunately, I was smart just now and didn't mess with this group of people...

But everyone present is willing to let go of this opportunity..?

So the scene is 1VS.......... How many people?

At this time, Wu Yingxiong was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood, he just wanted to hint to everyone, why did it become the current situation? If you don't agree, forget it... What does it mean that a group of people are besieging me....?

In desperation, Wu Yingxiong had no choice but to give up, and said to Liu: "In this case, I have a proposal, why don't everyone present hand-draw a poem, note the signature, and finally ask Miss Liu to score..?" ”

Seeing this, Liu Ru also nodded in agreement.

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi was also thinking.

Because he has a lot of poems in his head, in order to avoid being found to be plagiarized, he can only find some modern or mid-to-late Qing Dynasty poems...

Raise your hand and drop the pen and lightly tick.

Soon, Lin Pingzhi looked at the rice paper in front of him... The big words in it are crooked... As a modern person, he is really not used to using a brush...

When he was hesitating to throw it away, one of the people next to him immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it, it's time." ”

seems to be afraid that he will regret it, so he just put it away and leave.

There is no mud and water in the slightest...

Not much.

In the center of the stage, the voice of the maid next to Liu Rushi suddenly came: "Please be quiet, guests, the results of our poetry competition have come out." However, for the sake of fairness and in order to convince everyone, the top three works here have not yet been finalized. After the slave reads out these three poems, you can evaluate them, and if you feel that the ranking is inappropriate, you can also re-discuss the comments later. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall that was still noisy just now immediately fell silent.

The maid held three pieces of rice paper in her hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one, everyone in the audience was holding their breath, their eyes were burning, and they secretly looked forward to their own works.

Lin Pingzhi didn't care at all, he was still taking care of himself.

As if remembering something, he didn't forget to give Wu Yingxiong a disdainful look, which made him depressed, because he saw Wu Yingxiong cheating.

At this time, the maid on the stage had already begun to read out the first song.

"Hundreds of purples and thousands of red emeralds. Only Qionghua is special. It was back then, Tang Changguan Yurui. I still remember, the immortals come to appreciate it in the month, and the city will be noisy tomorrow. ”

After reading it, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.

After savoring it, there was a round of applause, and some people kept chanting "good poems.... Good words. ”

Someone in the room asked aloud:

"I wonder who did this?"

The little girl smiled, her eyes were full of waves, and she smiled mischievously: "This is just one of the three works.... After everyone tastes and plays, and the rankings are announced..."

When everyone heard this, they all agreed, and they all talked about it. The little girl couldn't resist the coaxing of everyone in the audience, cleared her throat and began to recite the second poem: "The boat returns to Shawei." A few mistakes in the red window to listen to magpies. The ruler is passed through the air. The next year, the prime minister met. The cold lights are alone. The jade shoots hold the cup and Ning Fuyou. Xiushui Nanzhou. It is only in vain that the ghost sleepwalks. ”

"Good poetry..."

"Good poetry. What's next? ”

Obviously, everyone who did not hear their own poems pinned their hopes on the last one.

At this point, Lin Pingzhi can probably see that what kind of poetry is elegant, it is greedy for other people's bodies. "Phew..., a bunch of sour rotten!" I took a sip in my heart.

"What about the rest of the songs?"

The little maid on the stage rolled her eyes and said, "There is the last one, after I finish reading, let's taste it together." ”

"Good.. Read, read. ”

Some people who didn't see their poems couldn't bear it anymore and started to coax.

Some people who love poetry are surprised, tonight's poem is obviously better than the other... I just don't know how the last one is...?

The little girl helplessly spread out the rice paper in her hand, looked down at the crooked words, and almost laughed, but she still cleared her throat and said: "The cut is red and blue and tears are long, and the spring in the south is cold." This goes to the willow flowers like a dream, and the smoke and moon have always been sad. Who knows the news of the painting hall, and the green tent looks alone. Cherish the Junjia Langui room, and take the second one by the east wind. ”

As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall was silent.

In just a few words, it is exciting and difficult to calm down for a long time.

There is even a person who is good at poetry annotation who said: "The early spring of the southern country is new, and the cold of the winter is still there." This chilly spring breeze has cut the red and willow green, and only the sentimental tears continue. At this time, a farewell, Jiangnan catkins can only look at each other in a dream. Xiuyan Crescent Moon has always been the origin of sorrow. In the old garden painting hall, people go to the empty building, and there is no news to spread. In the green grass and green trees, there is only a lonely shadow. Although I am thinking about your precious orchid laurel, until now, I can only see the beauty by leaning against the fence when the east wind blows. Wonderful, wonderful. ”

And some of the remaining people also instantly understood the meaning of this person's comment when they heard it, and immediately said excitedly.

"Good poetry, this is good poetry..."

And the annotator just now was also excited, and even his voice trembled: "Tell me, who wrote this poem?" It is absolutely extraordinary to be able to make such amazing words on the spot..."

After hearing this, everyone expressed their admiration, and Liu Ruyi, who was backstage, burst into tears and praised in a low voice: "Good words, really good words......"

And the talented women in the field, even the children of senior executives, all looked at each other, as if they wanted to see clues from the expressions of everyone at the scene.

"I don't know who can write such good poetry..."

That is, when everyone was excited, Wu Yingxiong in the field snorted coldly... Because none of the three is his.