And at this moment, after the opening contest between Qin Lang and Yanyu, the audience quickly became lively.

After Qin Lang was defeated, other talents soon took the stage with their poems to challenge Yanyu.

But round after round of calls came down, and those challengers lost to Yanyu one by one.

These talented scholars all came to the stage with poems in high spirits, and then came down from the stage in frustration.

The previous one had just been defeated, and there were immediately people on the stage to challenge, wave after wave, and Yan Yu continued to defeat those challengers, making his reputation higher and higher, and the cheers became louder and louder.

Chu Mo took a look and found that there were several of the challengers' poems, in terms of literary style and catchiness, they were not lost to Yanyu's poem, but in the end, they still lost.

Among them, on the one hand, Yanyu secretly bought many people to cheer him on, and on the other hand, he has always occupied the position of the champion, and his reputation has an advantage.

If the challenger does not come up with excellent poetry and compares him to him all at once, it will be difficult to defeat him again.

Seeing this, Chu Mo also figured out why Yanyu was reluctant to come to the stage just now.

It turned out that he was waiting, and as soon as someone came to power, he immediately defeated that person and won himself a wave of popularity.

and then cooperate with the people who bought it secretly, and if this drum continues, there are really no one who can beat him.

"It seems that this Kyoto Bajun is not in vain, this banquet is really a little clever!" Chu Mo said lightly.

But Qin Lang on the side was anxious, clenched his fists and said nervously: "Isn't there anyone who can win him?" This banquet is a well-known womanizer in Kyoto, if Shui Ruhua really falls into his hands, wouldn't it be a loss of honor?"

"Look at this posture, I'm afraid this banquet is going to win the king of poetry in tonight's poetry meeting. Chu Mo also frowned.

As soon as he said this, Qin Lang became even more anxious.

But looking around, those talented people who were originally high-spirited also began to retreat after seeing that Yanyu defeated several famous talents in Kyoto one after another.

These people are not stupid, and they know that at this time, even if they compare their own poems, they definitely have no chance of winning.

Rather than this, it is better not to go up and lose this person.

If someone can defeat Yan Yu and replace him with a new champion, they may be able to continue to fight up, according to the current situation, whoever comes to power will basically lose to Yan Yu.

And at this moment, the banquet is becoming more and more proud, and the whole person is full of spirits: "Which other prince wants to try one or two on stage? If no one catches up, then tonight's poet king is my banquet!"

As he spoke, Yan Yu immediately looked at Shui Ruhua next to him, with an obscene look on his face.

He coveted the picturesque water, and it wasn't a day or two, and today, he can finally get his wish.

In this regard, Shui Ruhua has always been expressionless.

No one could tell what he was thinking.

But Qin Lang was suddenly in a hurry, and hurriedly grabbed Chu Mo's hand, and his tone was already pleading: "Brother Mo, now only if you go out can you defeat that Yanyu." ”

"I, this water is picturesque, it's your favorite person, Brother Qin, I'm going to take the poems and texts to compete, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?" Chu Mo was a little embarrassed.

However, Qin Lang said solemnly: "Brother Mo, I believe in your character. Even if you are interested in the Water Girl, I would rather be the one who spends the Spring Festival with the Water Girl tonight, rather than the lewd thief of Yanyu!"

"Brother Mo, just beg you, help Miss Shui!" Qin Lang grabbed Chu Mo's arm and pleaded with a sincere face.

Chu Mo had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, so he had to nod very embarrassed and said, "Okay, since Brother Qin cares so much about the name of the water girl, then I am willing to go on stage and give Brother Qin a favor!"

When Qin Lang heard this, he was immediately overjoyed: "Then thank you Brother Mo!"

"Come on, Childe, let that stinky boy see your literary talents!"

Xue Xue pouted, but he also cheered Chu Mo up.

"Well, then I'll give it a try!"

As he spoke, Chu Mo jumped and came to the stage.

Seeing his figure, Shui Ruhua's eyes flickered, but quickly returned to normal.

When Yanyu saw that someone dared to challenge on stage, he immediately asked with disdain: "What's your name?" Hurry up and show your poems, and then get down, so as not to be embarrassed here." ”

Chu Mo ignored him, but walked in front of Shui Ruhua, and arched his hand: "In Xia Mochu, I will dedicate a poem to the water girl today!"

After speaking, Chu Mo lit up the white paper in his hand, and while holding the poem to show others, he silently read: "There are beautiful women in the Chu country, peerless and independent, and they are captivated by the city with a smile, and then by the country with a smile." This so-called alluring city and country should be the water girl!"

When everyone present heard this, they couldn't help but exclaim, and even Yan Yu next to him turned extremely ugly, and secretly gritted his teeth.

This poem, compared to his, I don't know how much better, this time, I am going to lose.

Yan Yu's face was ugly, and he was about to knock Chu Mo down, but the audience upstairs and downstairs shouted for Chu Mo one after another, and his prestige had even completely overshadowed Yan Yu.

Yan Yu had no choice but to glare at Chu Mo fiercely, and said indignantly: "Stinky boy, there is you!"

After speaking, Yan Yu walked off the stage with full of unwillingness.

Subsequently, several more talented people took the opportunity to take the stage to challenge Chu Mo, but the results were not as good as Chu Mo's poem. The others looked at it and found that they had no chance of winning, so they didn't bother to go up and compete with him again.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see anyone on stage again, and a hint of brilliance flashed in Shui Ruhua's eyes, so I had to shout around: "Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, after many rounds of competition, the final poetry king is this Mo Chu Mo Gongzi!"

Suddenly, there was a cheer and cheering all around, and even Qin Lang and Xue Xue upstairs also shouted excitedly.

As for Chu Mo, there were not many surprises.

With his talent in his previous life, it is easy to become the king of poetry.

But just when Shui Ruhua announced that Chu Mo had become the king of poetry in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yan Yu, who had been waiting in the audience, immediately rushed to the stage with a few entourages, pointed at Chu Mo and said, "This person is cheating, the poem he took out is definitely not written by him." ”

The corners of Chu Mo's mouth twitched, and he just wanted to step forward to theorize, but Shui Ruhua stopped him behind, shook his head at him with a smile, and said, "Don't panic, Master Mo, just leave it to Ruhua to solve it here." ”

"I'm afraid this person will be very difficult, and the girl will deal with it carefully. Chu Mo reminded.