Chi Wan'er, who was originally sitting on the bench, heard this, her face changed drastically, on the one hand, she complained that the cheap seventh brother was not secretive, and on the other hand, she was worried that the young man Han Qing would be humiliated and do unpredictable things, and it would be difficult to end the game.

She is familiar with Brother Qi's methods, in case this invited helper accidentally angers Lao Qi, it is really difficult to clean up.

But obviously her worries were superfluous, because Han Qing was so humiliated, her face didn't even change, and she was also empathetic Chong Wan'er waved her hand vaguely, frustrated that he was fine.

This made Chi Wan'er breathe a sigh of relief, don't die before you leave the school, but she failed to bring him out after she paid a lot of favor to Commander Fang.

Han Qing's calm and confident appearance also aroused Chi Wan'er's curiosity.

After all, she also heard of this person's first-hand splendid article, and was canonized as a Confucian of Jiuzhou by that person's emperor, if she wants her to protect him to the death, she must always show the corresponding strength, otherwise why should he work for him up and down?

Therefore, I stood by and watched, both in the examination of the school and in the purpose of witnessing the development of events.

Let's see how he copes, Chi Wan'er thought.

Han Qing walked out in response, rolled his eyes, and directly ignored the Seventh Highness who had a dirty exit.

Anything, if it wasn't in the Mang Clan, Han Qing would want to go up and slap him to death.

Babbling like a headless fly, hates buzzing in your ears.

However, now is not the time to have an attack, Han Qingqiang endured not to pay attention to this second-hand prince.

He smiled indifferently, as if the crippled brother in the mouth of the Seventh Prince was someone else, showing an extraordinary elegance.

Such a scene made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was sitting in the first place, can't help but squint.

"This little ten invited this son is not like an ordinary character, just this calm and unhurried bearing is not comparable to ordinary people. ”

Han Qing didn't know that his behavior made the prince of the Mang clan wary of him in his heart.

Young people are not afraid that you are impulsive, but they are afraid that you will not be able to see through your old scheming, which is the most fearful.

"According to what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said, we will write a poem based on what we have seen and heard in this Prince's Mansion, Brother Liang, as the host, so please invite you first?" Han Qing suggested.

Liang Haoran was full of spring breeze when he heard this, and thought that Han Qing was timid, which made him even more unstoppable, and said with a confident smile on his face: "Since that's the case, I'm welcome, please listen." ”

The eyes of everyone in the audience converged on Liang Haoran, which made this person even more complacent.

Even Han Qing showed an expectant look, he was very curious about what kind of poems this student from Gongdelin would make.

After all, the Mang people have been in a corner of peace for many years, and Jiuzhou's moral articles and poems have flourished in recent years, and I don't know to what extent the Mang people have developed.

Yes

Although Liang Haoran is a little arrogant on the surface, as soon as he gets to the point, how serious and serious his expression is, so many people look at it, he doesn't dare to fall into the name of Gongdelin.

So at the beginning, he put away his contempt and vowed to shock the audience in one fell swoop.

I saw his eyes flashing, scanning up and down the prince's mansion, and he was intercepting materials to make poems.

The waterfall like a heavenly river falls from the void, the green mountains are majestic and charming, and Liang Haoran's eyes are full of scenery.

But he was in no hurry to write a poem, in fact he only had a poem in his chest at a random glance, but he was brewing a more magnificent masterpiece.

Because who knew that his appearance represented the face of the prince, and he was not allowed to be treated sloppily, once he failed the competition, he would lose more than his face.

At that time, he just lifted a stone to shoot himself in the foot, and the sycophants were not filmed, which caused a commotion and ruined the relationship with the prince.

Time can't be delayed for too long, otherwise it won't seem that he has no ink on his chest, and the grasp of this heat is very testing.

While everyone was waiting for the following, suddenly Liang Haoran's face was happy, obviously he had a masterpiece about to come out.

What I did was...... Liang Haoran paused, and when all eyes converged on his body again, he chanted leisurely,

"People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. ”

When Liang Haoran recited this poem, he deliberately accentuated the tone of frustration, shaking his head to make Han Qing look funny.

In all fairness, Han Qing felt that this poem was neatly done and rhyming, and it was a rare landscape poem.

It shows that this meritorious Lin student is not in vain, and it is expected that it will be difficult to get to the upper echelons of the Mang clan without some real talent and real learning.

It's just that Han Qing doesn't agree with this style, it's funny enough.

As soon as the poem came out, everyone, including the prince, silently recited it in their hearts and silently experienced the artistic conception in it.

If there is anyone in the field who is at a loss and ignorant now, it may only be this Chi Wan'er who doesn't like articles and loves martial arts.

This is also the penultimate existence of the palace every year, Liang Haoran's poem came out, and she was the only one who didn't know the taste.

She is usually obsessed with martial arts, and she is already a master of the Returning to Truth Realm at a young age, and her cultivation has already reached the realm of returning to the basics.

Others have not yet commented, and one person has taken the lead in giving praise, "Liang Xuexue is worthy of being a famous god, and this poem is authentic." ”

Needless to say, it was the tone of our Seventh Highness again, and Han Qing's mind was full of black lines.

God, are you sure this thing is Your Highness?

Han Qing is really speechless about this product, are you sure that the evaluation of the poem should be described in an authentic way?

Sure enough, upon hearing the words of His Royal Highness the Seventh, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince frowned, and he should have been quite unhappy in his heart.

Even Liang Haoran, who only wanted to cling to him, heard this, and he was also a black line in his head.

What's the same thing?

Liang Haoran made a masterpiece, and everyone's eyes converged on Han Qing again.

I want to see what kind of reinforcement His Highness Ten didn't know what kind of reinforcement he had ever found.

Because King Mang attaches great importance to the palace test, those who lack confidence ask for strong ghostwriting, which has long become a tacit understanding among everyone.

It is better to know the depth of others as soon as possible, and to make timely countermeasures before the palace test.

"How about Brother Waste, do you regret agreeing to the competition now? It's too late to regret it now, as long as you kneel down and kowtow to me ten times, I'll let you go for the sake of a tenth sister." "The Seventh Prince is a handsome man with bulging eyebrow bones, but the words he utters are scathing and completely inconsistent with his status.

Sure enough, Chi Wan'er's face turned cold, and she called out coldly without the slightest emotion, "Seventh brother?"

"Why do you say that your concubine is distressed?"

Seeing that the seventh prince was speaking more and more openly, His Royal Highness the first prince darkened, and said in a fierce voice: "Old Seven, if you target Lao Ten like this, I will throw you down the mountain." ”

The seventh prince shrank his neck, obviously very afraid of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and said cowardly, "I know the eldest brother." ”

"Crippled brother, it's your turn, hurry up......"

The insult to His Royal Highness Prince Han Qing did not stop, but instead showed a playful smile on his face, and secretly said in his heart that this old seven is also a wonderful person.

Han Qing has been unmoved by all this, he knows that the benefit of showing his tongue is far less than the pleasure of slapping his face in public.

So he decided to make a good poem and let this group of people see who is really a good poem.

Han Qing almost groaned slightly, didn't even make a draft, and directly recited without thinking: "The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river from a distance, and the flying stream goes straight down to three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." ”

Quiet, the pin drop can be heard.

When Han Qing recited, even if Chi Wan'er didn't understand the rhythm of the poems, she felt that it was catchy to read.

After listening to this poem, Liang Haoran's face became extremely ugly in an instant, as if he had swallowed a fly.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

None of the people present were mediocre people, and none of them were people who had read poetry and books since childhood.

It is clear which is more important at a glance.

The Seventh Prince was about to taunt the general and strike a good blow at the foreign aid invited by the tenth sister. But when he looked at the solemn looks of the people around him, he knew that he had lost his eyes.

Thinking of his taunt just now, which was like a clown jumping off the beam, he suddenly felt a hot pain in his face.

What is it called a slap in the face? This is called, and it is still a slap in the face in public.

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