At that time, the teachers in the Wenyuan Pavilion felt that although Fang Yuhan's answer was good, many of the things in his dreams could not be moved to the actual table after all, so they did not let him enter the Wenyuan Pavilion. Of course, the most important reason is that his answer is so good.

Fang Yuhan had the last blow, but now he doesn't have the slightest intention of doing anything. He heard Wang Yuyu's words, and couldn't help but whisper: "In fact, only by standing in the back can you see the excitement completely!"

Of course Wang Yuyu doesn't think so, this room is too big, and the more you sit in front, the more you can see Mo Yingying and Yang Shaofeng clearly. She is a famous beauty in Luoyi City, and she is not interested in coming to see Yang Shaofeng today, but she has some thoughts about comparing beauty with Mo Yingying.

The beauty of the two of them has their own merits, and they are all impressed by each other, and when they heard Fang Yuhan's words at this time, they just whispered: "Anyway, they are all sitting here, just hold on!"

Fang Zixuan, who was sitting in the back, could hear the two of them talking clearly, and at that moment a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he thought for a moment, and then waved his pen and flowed smoothly, without the slightest hindrance, and in the blink of an eye, a poem was suddenly written.

Of course, this kind of poetry, Fang Yuhan can only hand in blank volumes, of course, his face is not ordinarily thick, and he will not feel embarrassed.

In fact, those who participate in the poetry club know that it is extremely difficult to compose a good poem in half a pillar of incense, but because of this, those who can compose good poems during this time are worthy of being talented.

There are at least nearly 150 people here, and half of them have handed in blank scrolls, but more than half of the people who have written poems are also more than half, but it is extremely difficult to find a few good ones.

At this time, Yang Shaofeng and Mo Yingying read those poems very patiently, and there was no impatience, and after nearly a stick of incense, they selected the better ten or so poems, and then discussed who should be the first.

In the past half a pillar of incense, the top three were finally given. Because Yang Shaofeng and Mo Yingying did not write poems, they ranked first but Fang Zixuan, and the second place was Zhang Cuiyun.

After this poem is selected, it is natural that everyone will evaluate it. That Fang Zixuan's song is: Complex as snow, Ling Zhi is alone. Proud of the natural bones, the fragrance comes from the source. The north wind blows, the west wind blows, and a little red penetrates the galaxy.

Fang Yuhan read this and thought: "This poem does not use the fixed four-character sentence pattern of the moment, nor does it work the rhyme, but it is better than the artistic conception, the north wind is whistling, snowy, as bright as the stars in the sky, but a little red, but it is more brilliant than the galaxy, this Fang Zixuan is so bold!"

"This is a half-pillar fragrant wind time poem, and being able to write it like this is enough to prove Brother Fang's name!" Yang Shaofeng said at this time.

At this moment, many eyes fell on Fang Zixuan's body, and even that Cuiyun was convinced. Fang Zixuan looked indifferent, he said: "Where, Brother Yang is the first talent in Luoyi, at this time, there should also be a masterpiece, is Brother Yang afraid that I will be ashamed of myself after seeing your masterpiece?"

Fang Zixuan said this tactfully, but the sharp aura contained in it could be seen by anyone.

Of course, talented people are crazy, and others won't say much, but if they are too arrogant, it will backfire, but Fang Zixuan doesn't care, maybe he came to this poetry club in order to challenge Yang Shaofeng.

Yang Shaofeng let out a hearty laugh and said: "Brother Fang's words are serious, presumably if Yang didn't make a poem today, everyone here will not be convinced, okay, then I will improvise a poem, a cup of tea is the time limit, as for the good or bad, please evaluate it from everyone here!"

The time of half a pillar of incense in the past is now a cup of tea, and this time has been greatly shortened. Obviously, Yang Shaofeng seems to be gentle, but he is also arrogant, he has the name of the first genius in Luoyi, and at this moment, he naturally wants to prove that his reputation is worthy.

When Fang Zixuan heard this, his eyes flashed slightly, the time of this cup of tea was only a moment, and there was obviously a meaning of not putting himself in his eyes. But writing poetry right now isn't just about talking.

If Yang Shaofeng could really have a masterpiece within the time of a cup of tea, Fang Zixuan would naturally have to bow his head and admit defeat.

At this moment, the beautiful women sitting in the room were breathing rapidly, and their eyes were flashing with excitement and full of admiration. Because they believe that Yang Shaofeng will definitely be able to come up with a good work.

In anticipation of everyone, Yang Shaofeng has already started writing, he is like flying, and the words are elegant and beautiful. After a while, I saw a poem written on the silk on the desk.

Yang Shaofeng and Mo Yingying are the ones who came up with the question, no one knows whether he wrote it first, but he did write the poem. However, at the moment, everyone did not suspect anything, after all, Yang Shaofeng was the host of this poetry meeting.

It stands to reason that Yang Shaofeng himself did not participate in the creation, so it was not very likely that he would write the poem first, and if Fang Zixuan could make it difficult, he would not have written it. Of course, it is reasonable for Yang Shaofeng to prepare in advance.

Fang Zixuan's breathing was a little short at this time, he stood up from the battle, only to see that the silk silk was written: Light snow falls, and the wind is sluggish. The wind is tight, and Duqing leans the wine on the railing. Suddenly, I turned around, and saw a red branch reflecting the blue sky.

Similarly, Yang Shaofeng does not write a fixed sentence structure, but his content is focused on the narrative, and it seems that there is no emotional connotation, but if you read it carefully, you can see a lonely and arrogant person standing proudly in the wind and snow, carrying a wine bag.

If you think it has been, these are two different artistic conceptions, Fang Zixuan's pen, you can see the majestic atmosphere everywhere, and the cold and thick atmosphere, but Yang Shaofeng's majesty is a little more lonely and lonely, but the arrogance shown in the period is even better. In addition, because the time for the poem to be written is too short, it is flawed.

If it is a point topic, Yang Shaofeng is naturally better, because his poems are better than the word "proud". But when it comes to sentence structure, such poems are very different from the popular four-character sentences. But because the sentences are long and short, and they are staggered, it adds a lot of charm here.

Mo Yingying said: "If you take the artistic conception in the poem, Brother Fang's majestic atmosphere, but Brother Yang is lonely and arrogant, and the wine in the wind and snow has a unique flavor, personally, I like Brother Yang's more!"

"Thank you Miss Mo for your comment, just this one, I'm afraid I can only draw with Brother Fang!" Yang Shaofeng said with a smile.

Mo Yingying also smiled faintly and didn't say much, but when she looked at Yang Shaofeng, there was a strange look in her eyes.

Zhang Cuiyun came to this poetry meeting, originally for Mo Yingying, seeing Mo Yingying looking at other men like that, he was unhappy, he said: "The so-called good man is ambitious for thousands of miles, poetry is the ambition of the person, the artistic conception in Brother Fang's poem, which makes people look at it instantly and turn into a mountain, this kind of momentum, Fang is a good man, the kind of self-pity who only looks at himself, seems to be arrogant, but in fact it is soft and has no strength!"

There were many people present who agreed with Zhang Cuiyun's statement, and they all whispered at the moment. But it angered those women who admired Yang Shaofeng, and they all threw angry glances at Zhang Cuiyun, but when it came to talent, it was far inferior, and they could only sulk.

When Mo Yingying heard this, her complexion did not change much, and she didn't even look at Zhang Cuiyun. At the moment, Zhang Cuiyun's mood can be imagined, and irritability is born in his heart.

Mo Yingying Cheng Ying took a moment, but said: "Brother Zhang's words, I agree with it, Brother Fang is indeed better than momentum, but as Brother Zhang said, poetry is to express his ambitions, a good man should indeed be ambitious, but not only a man with lofty ambitions is a good man!"

"For a weak woman like me, I hope that a man will have more feelings and take care of his family, not just for the so-called ambition to ignore anything, so I still think Brother Yang is better, moreover, today's topic is Hongmei Aoxue, Brother Yang's poems are also more pertinent, I see the red plum in Brother Yang's poems!"

Zhang Cuiyun wanted to refute, but she didn't know where to start, her face was red and purple for a while, and it was difficult to see the extreme. At this time, Wang Yuyu whispered: "People write it out in the time of a cup of tea, even if it is not good, the time will win!"

At this time, there was silence in the entire hall, and Wang Yuyu's words could naturally be heard clearly by everyone present. Yes, Yang Shaofeng only used a cup of tea, but Fang Zixuan was half a pillar of incense, such a comparison, but Yang Shaofeng won.

At this moment, the women present echoed Wang Yuyu and said nonsense, of course, they were also extremely depressed in their hearts, why didn't they find this problem? If it was themselves, then they would definitely be able to win Yang Shaofeng's attention, right?

Wang Yuyu said this because he was bored, and he said it unintentionally, and he couldn't help but be pushed to the forefront, sensing the eyes around him, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

Fang Yuhan sat next to Wang Yuyu, at this time Wang Yuyu was a little uncomfortable in his heart, but unconsciously, he was closer to Fang Yuhan.

Yang Shaofeng glanced at Wang Yuyu and smiled faintly, but this time, it made many women present red. It's just that Yang Shaofeng didn't pay much attention to those, and only listened to him: "As the so-called Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, let's make this poetry meeting, it's just for communication, today I see Brother Fang's poems are very good!"

When I heard Yang Shaofeng's heart was as wide as the sea, but after carefully tasting his words, he didn't mean to admit defeat, if the two poems were good at a glance, and the time he used was short, it was obvious that he had won.

Fang Zixuan was secretly annoyed, but at the moment, he really didn't have any way, did he have to admit defeat? The battle between literati didn't need to be over-moved, but in terms of writing, it was not much worse than the martial artist's cultivation moves.

Zhang Cuiyun said at this time: "This poetry meeting was presided over by Brother Yang, and the topic Brother Yang knew before, who knows whether Brother Yang wrote poems on the spot, or if he had memorized it a long time ago?"