Zhuang Bufan calmly came to the stage, with one hand on his chest and the other on his back, and did not show a panicked expression because everyone looked at him.

At this time, some people admired this young man even more, and he still did not panic in the face of such a big battle.

"I'm Zhuang Bi, and I wrote this poem. Any questions?"

These words are purely flattering him, and there is no meaning in them.

At this time, another person appeared, but it stirred his heart.

It was Yan Fei who came and looked at him with a hint of a smile, "I knew he was amazing, he was my friend, please don't despise him." ”

It seems that he is standing on the platform for Zhuang Bufan, after all, Zhuang Bufan is not familiar with life here, and he still needs a little highly skilled guy to appear, so that they have a chance.

Yu Wenhua looked at Zhuang Bufan, smiled, looked at him, nodded again and again, "Yes, I like your temperament, but I am more interested in your poetry." ”

"Oh, I see. There's so much on your mind. There are some problems that you need to schedule, and you have to work a little harder. ”

"Oh, I see. But I want to talk to you, how about this poem of mine?"

Zhuang Bufan really doesn't know what his poems are, he wrote this poem based on his feelings, since everyone feels good, then, it's really good.

Like, as I thought before, they were very appreciative of Zhuang Bufan's poems.

He wanted to tell others where you came from.

Yu Wenhua was very interested in Zhuang Bufan and wanted to talk to him more to see where he came from and why he was so talented.

Just like he often faces some talented poets, he likes to get to the bottom of it.

This is consistent with his attitude towards Murong Nan.

If it weren't for him, Murong Nan's reputation would not be as loud as it is now, and he would also be known as a talented man in Canaan City.

From this point of view, how amazing this guy is!

"Oh, I saw what you said to him, what did you say?"

Zhuang Bufan actually didn't talk to Yu Wenhua for too long, he was just tired of the dazzling flash, which made him quite depressed, but he didn't know how to vent.

"Nothing, I didn't talk to him about anything, just kept asking me about my identity and how I felt about writing poetry. ”

Zhuang Bufan shook his hair and felt annoyed.

He regretted coming here, it was not what he thought, he thought it would be interesting, but the story was surprisingly boring.

"Oh, I see, I hope you can tell me more about it, actually, I also want to know how you write poetry. If you can give me a little bit of your talent, I'll be thankful. ”

His yearning for poetry, like Yu Wenhua, is extremely obsessed.

"Okay, look at you, you have provoked the two goddesses to look at you frequently, I didn't expect that you can do it, even I can't do it, I sincerely admire you. ”

Hearing Yan Fei's complimenting voice, Zhuang Bufan didn't care too much, his mind turned, he thought about it and said, "If you want people to see it, you can ask people on the side to talk about your poems, in this way, you can also win everyone's attention." ”

When Yan Fei heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's impossible." I'm not you, and my talent for poetry is not equal. ”

Yan Fei shook his head, not daring to have such an illusion. On the other side, Yan Liu came over, looked at Zhuang Bufan, and looked at him with admiration.

"I knew you were amazing, I didn't expect that your poems would be so attractive, and even the two beautiful women smiled at you. ”

Speaking of this, he turned Zhuang Bufan's body around, and saw the second princess and Mu Wanyi's second daughter looking at him, and seemed to be very curious about him.

Of course, this point caused the jealousy of the others, and it was Jiang Gan, who stayed next to Mu Wanyi, who was the most emotional.

When he looked at Zhuang Bufan's face, he was almost breathing fire.

Fortunately, this can only be seen by Zhuang Bufan, and when others look at Jiang Gan, they will see that he always nods and smiles, and seems to have an extraordinary good impression of Zhuang Bufan.

Perhaps, people who don't know will think that Jiang Gan is a magnanimous person, and he admires someone who is stronger than him.

"Okay, I'm almost ready, and the poems I read on the table are pretty good. There are also some excellent works that I haven't finished reading. But it doesn't matter, I'll collect them and see how many votes I get, and then I'll decide on the next part of the game. ”

He said it easily, but in fact, it was not easy to do at all, and he picked and chose in it, and it took a lot of divine sense to find ten poems.

Among them, there are Zhuang Bufan's poems in his hands.

However, among these ten poems, Zhuang Bufan did not get the most votes, but Murong Nan, who admired his poetry and fame.

Murong Nan's poems and essays, in the eyes of the public, are all excellent models, which naturally aroused the recognition of everyone.

At that time, there was no appreciation of Zhuang Bufan's poetry by the two daughters, and everyone did not see the excellence of Zhuang Bufan's poetry, so naturally, they all engraved their divine consciousness on Murong Nan's poetry.

At this moment, when Yu Wenhua announced the result, everyone discussed, "It seems that I made the wrong choice this time." I thought that in this conference, the winner belonged to Murong Nan, but unexpectedly, a highly talented player came halfway through, and he would be Murong Nan's fierce rival. ”

For Zhuang Bufan's poems, people who understand them will naturally applaud loudly, and some people have read Zhuang Bufan's poems and know that the gap between the two is not at the same level, so he said to the people on the other side, "I'm afraid it's not like this, I've read Zhuang Bufan's poems, and his talent must be above Murong Nan." In this competition, the champion must be Zhuang Bufan. ”

"Oh, yes. But I think Murong Nan is not a person who will admit defeat, he will definitely have a brilliant performance in this conference. After all, this time it was the arrival of the two goddesses, and he would definitely be inspired. ”

With this motivation, I hope he can succeed and get a good ranking.

The second competition was selected from these ten people.

Of course, this time the poetry fairy conference is purely for fun, and there is no other nature.

It's just that for people in this circle, there is a great increase in reputation.

Also, a pot of wine specially brewed by Yu Wenhua is for people to drink.

Murong Nan on the other side actually didn't have a good time, he didn't expect that the game that was bound to be won would break out of an unknown person.

Being knocked down by such a person is a humiliation for him.

"Okay! I'm going to let you know that I'm good more than once, and I'm going to tell you that I'm going to make something better. ”

With this courage, he will not be afraid of anyone.

When it came to the second process, this time, everyone watching from the outside stage was excited,...... Because a wonderful scene is about to appear, the excitement of life will be even more dazzling.

The green tendons on his forehead were exposed, making people jump excitedly, and Yu Wenhua announced that the theme of the poem this time was "Four Seasons".

There is nothing unusual about a universally accepted topic.

However, the rules of the tournament have changed, and this time it is necessary to select three of the ten players and continue to compete.

The nature of the competition is exactly the same as that of the Refining Tournament.

It can be seen from this that some of the culture of Yan Kingdom is inseparable from refining, especially the rules of the competition for the refining conference, which have penetrated into all aspects.

The people in the audience, the two Yan brothers, raised their heads and shouted, "Come on! Your strength should not be underestimated, and we are optimistic about you!"

Like a fan, full of energy.

With these, he jumped excitedly, among them, Yan Liu was the most excited.

Such a scene naturally attracted the attention of others, which made Zhuang Bufan shake his head, feeling quite ridiculous.

Before, the two brothers were skeptical that they could write poetry, but now, they have changed in the blink of an eye, and they have become fanatical fans, which is really interesting.

"Okay, how are you playing?" At this time, someone came to Yan Fei's side, saw his excited appearance, and said to him, "Why didn't you tell me when you stayed here?"

This is the second princess who appeared in front of Yan Fei, Yan Fei looked at her, and said, "Oh, I forgot for a while, I didn't see it." ”

Yan Fei and the second princess had a bit of a relationship, and the people accompanying them all showed curious eyes, wanting to explore the relationship between the two.

However, it is not surprising to those who are familiar with them, they are all surnamed Yan, and their relationship is naturally close, and they are both relatives of the royal family.

At this point, Yan Fei actually has to call this second princess sister!

Zhuang Bufan looked at the two people in the audience, and for a while, he thought a lot.

"I didn't expect that the relationship between Yan Fei and the second princess would have this layer. ”

It's just that he waited for Yan Fei to call the second princess sister before he was sure.

At the same time, Yan Fei and Yan Liu are together, calling each other brothers. Then, Yan Liu's identity is self-evident, and he has a close relationship with the royal family.

Zhuang Bufan didn't expect that if he touched it casually outside, he would have a connection with a royal child.

This made him not know what to say, he could only say that this could be met by him, and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Zhuang Bufan looked to the side, and some people were attracted by this matter and stopped writing.

Of course, there are also some people who are seriously thinking about poetry and writing, and their hearts are not distracted, and the scenes in the outside world have not affected him at all.

Among them, Murong Nan is here.

Murong Nan was worried about the poems of the "Four Seasons"! At the same time, as soon as he had an eyebrow, he immediately put down his pen and wrote it down.

It wasn't until he raised his head and knew something about the second princess that he suddenly realized.

However, he still smiled, looked at the paper in his hand with satisfaction, and nodded repeatedly.

At the same time, Yu Wenhua saw that he had already finished writing, and came to his side excitedly, wanting to read his poems.

However, he politely refused, and Murong Nan said, "It's better to wait for everyone else to finish writing and appear together!"

Yu Wenhua was not unreasonable, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you." Looking at the way you look, I am very satisfied with the poems you have written, and I don't know what will happen when I see them. ”

He was very fond of poetry, especially good poetry, which fascinated him, as if he were soaking in a tavern.

Just as he likes to drink, he loves poetry very much.

However, during this time, it is better to go to the table, drink with a wine glass, and taste the taste of wine.

"You, your life like this, it really makes me envious. ”

The children of the family on the side saw Yu Wenhua's chic appearance and were a little envious.

He is a man who is bound by his family, and he finally waited for this opportunity to have free time to drink and play with friends.

But after these few days, I will definitely have to go back to take charge of things at home, which is really annoying!

Thinking about this, how much he hoped that like Yu Wenhua, he could get drunk and not return if he was not drunk.

With these, he will like it.

Luckily, he had time to get himself drunk, so he drank a few glasses and blushed on his face.

......

Zhuang Bufan pursed his lips and began to write on the paper, since it is the four seasons, and now it is almost summer, it is better to write poems about summer.

I only saw him writing stroke by stroke, and the writing was extremely neat and standardized, so that people couldn't find the slightest fault.

Calligraphy-wise, he has surpassed the others by much, much!

What else? The expressions of several people were obviously a little strange, and when all ten of them had finished writing, they put it on the side of the desk.

Yu Wenhua saw Zhuang Bufan's talent, and really realized how big the gap between this young man who was less than twenty years old and him was!

"What do you think of your poetry?"

At this time, Yu Wenhua looked at Murong Nan, and his face was full of sympathy.

Murong Nan didn't realize this, and said triumphantly, "Very good, surpassing any of my previous poems!"

It seems that he is more confident in himself.

Yu Wenhua nodded, didn't say anything, ready to uncover the mystery from left to right, little by little, he didn't need to say it himself, everyone here knows poetry.

The people on the stage, which person wrote the best poems, everyone understands in their hearts.

He unveiled them one by one, and everyone heard the good articles one by one, and felt like a spring breeze in their hearts.

Especially in front of Murong Nan, reciting his poems immediately surprised everyone.

"Suddenly, like the fragrance of plum blossoms overnight, I began to see two or three snowflakes. The garden flowers are sung on the snow clothes, and thousands of families fall asleep. ”

This poem is about the scene of winter, but there is not a word about winter, it is all metaphors, which is really amazing!

When everyone saw the poems written by Murong Nan, they all showed their admiration, and at the same time, some people were still lingering in the two people of Murong Nan and Zhuang Bufan.

At this moment, with Murong Nan's poem, they all said without hesitation, "This time, Murong Nan is going to win." ”

At the same time, the second princess's beautiful eyes looked at Murong Nan, thinking that his talent was as good as the "childhood" that Zhuang Bufan had just written.

Mu Wanyi on the other side, who had similar thoughts to her, couldn't help but muttered in her mouth when she heard Murong Nan's poems.

It's just that he looked at Zhuang Bufan's gaze, more curious, and full of aura.

This scene made the senior brother on the side see it, his face was full of jealousy, he didn't expect that this senior sister wearing a snow suit with an indifferent expression actually had such a great curiosity about an inconspicuous man.

Even he didn't have this kind of treatment, which made him scratch his heart with a hundred claws and feel painful.

At this moment, he was full of hatred for Zhuang Bufan, and vowed to teach this guy a good lesson.

Fortunately, Jiang Gan said in his heart, "You are just an ant, an inconspicuous character, my junior sister will take a fancy to you, but because of curiosity, curiosity You are different from ordinary ants, you are red." But so what? Ants are ants after all, and you and I are not comparable at all. ”

With this set of rhetoric, the flame of jealousy in Jiang Gan's heart finally dissipated.

However, he didn't know that the reason why Mu Wanyi had a strong curiosity about Zhuang Bufan was because she saw Yu Wenhua's expression.

From the beginning, she interpreted one or two from Yu Wenhua's expression, and knew that Yu Wenhua reciprocated sympathy for Murong Nan.

Why is this happening?

Naturally, he saw a better poem than Murong Nan, so he had this kind of expression.

And, among the ten people on the stage, who can surpass Murong Nan and make poems will be better than him.

This is undoubtedly Zhuang Bufan! Except for him, Mu Wanyi can't imagine that anyone else will unexpectedly win the championship.

If so, she would have wondered if she had just hit the topic, and the poem she did at this time was the same as one of his previous poems.

Only after years of creation can we surpass our average level and win.

(End of chapter)