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The atmosphere in the West Garden, as Old Man Li's words landed, suddenly became very lively, and everyone turned their heads to each other, whispered, and discussed.

"Since it is the Dongmei Poetry Club, it is naturally based on the theme of Dongmei, and poetry is used as a means, so that everyone can show their talents, make a name for themselves, and take the lead, and they can also get rich prizes. ”

Of course, the quality of every poem will be determined by Mr. Li, Mr. Lu, and Mr. Chen after reading it, and there will be no favoritism. ”

The greatest ability of a reader is to be full of talent.

Now is a good time to show your skills and talents, and everyone is full of spirit, with a big stroke in hand, pointing out the country and inspiring the spirit of words.

In front of Yang Chen, there was also a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone sent by the subordinates of the Li Mansion.

He placed pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on a table in front of him.

Yang Chen closed his eyes and pondered.

The rest of the readers also closed their eyes and pondered how to write a wonderful poem.

And Yang Chen is not yet capable of writing a poem that can surpass others, but in his belly, there are endless poems from another world.

There is also a magical jade disc for backing.

He can't write it, but he can be a copyist.

A wonderful poem, flowing through his heart, let him choose.

Soon, while others were pondering, he had already chosen a poem and was confident.

After choosing, he did not rush to write it down, but opened his eyes and looked around one by one.

But I saw that almost all the readers were closing their eyes and contemplating, occasionally there were a few, holding a brush, frowning slightly, standing there undecided, the brush was stained with fragrant ink, writing a word, then thinking about it again, and then continuing to write.

However, what attracted Yang Chen's attention the most was the performance of the four princes of Weicheng.

But I saw Dongguo Sihai smiling at Lin Shushu: "Everyone has great talent in their chests, but I am the only one who is shallow, so I wrote a poem to lead the way." ”

Flatten the paper, Dongguo Sihai looked calm, the brush in his hand is like a finger arm, the pen walks the dragon and snake, falls on the paper, a force through the paper, every word, as if it is a machete, majestic, majestic.

The word is a good word, and it has its own style and bones, which are contained between the lines.

Xiao Tong's eyes turned and looked towards the poem written by Dongguo Sihai.

The name of the poem is very simple, with only two words: Red Plum!

"The name is easy to understand, but it's also average, so I don't know what the content is?"

As Dongguo Sihai wrote, Xiao Tong looked at it word by word.

See the poem that reads:

Tao Li Mo is jealous, and the capital is different. The snow is still frosty, and it is not very red.

This red plum is finished.

Concise and easy to understand.

Xiao Tong was about to open his mouth to praise.

But I saw a touch of spiritual light flowing from the paper, and this spiritual light came out through the paper, as high as an adult's palm.

The aura flows, and the brilliance shines.

A small poem is composed of spiritual light, one by one in luminous fonts, suspended on the paper.

"This is the spiritual light of poetry!"

"It's so powerful, it's worthy of being the head of the four princes!"

"A small poem is a success, and the light is floating!"

"Tao Li Mo is jealous, and the capital is different. There is still snow and frost, and I am not very red, good poetry, good poetry!"

"Roughly understand the superficial meaning of this poem, where it is wrong, please also correct it, this poem generally means that peach and plum should not be jealous of my red plum, red plum and peach and plum blossom look different, red plum has experienced wind and snow, and there are traces of snow on the body. It still doesn't admit that its colors are red. ”

"Well solved, better written!"

Old Man Li, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Lu also saw this spiritual light, and they all had smiles on their faces.

"This poem has aura, a small poem, a floating shadow, in our Weicheng, only Dongguo Sihai has such a talent, if the road is smooth, our Great Zhou Dynasty will have another reader who can ignite the divine fire. ”

Old man Li still admires Dongguo Sihai very much.

The aura floated for only a moment, and then the streamer dissipated, and the small poem words that emerged fell back on the paper, and the words on the paper shone brightly.

"Good poetry!" Xiao Tong praised.

"With such a poem, I don't even know what to write, and even if I do, I'm embarrassed to take it out and show it. ”

Grand Master Li also nodded, but his face was a little unhappy, and he said in his heart: "What's going on with this Dongguo Sihai, obviously I am here to be a foil, but you wrote such a spiritual poem, what should Lin Shushu do?"

It's so hard to write a poem with a spiritual light.

As soon as this poem came out, I was afraid that no one could write a better poem than this one.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but glance at Dongguo Sihai, who felt the eyes of the eldest prince of Li, but he didn't feel any embarrassment.

Writing poetry requires the accumulation of talent, but also a little inspiration, the wellspring of inspiration, feel it, and write out like divine help.

And such poems become spiritual poems, even if they are Dongguo Sihai, they are rarely written.

Even, he didn't expect that the poem he had carefully crafted could appear as soon as it was written, and there would be two visions of spiritual light generation and spiritual light floating shadow.

At this time, he himself faintly felt that with his own poem, Xiyuan's 'Dongmei' poetry club would also become famous because of his poem.

"As this poem is sung, more and more people know about me, and all living beings will recite it, and there will be atmospheric luck blessings on me, and as time goes by, I will be able to sense this mental power. ”

"When I feel something, I can gather incense and embark on the path of becoming a god. ”

It's a matter of becoming a god, Dongguo Sihai will never give it up, today's reputation, he decided to fight hard, take a look, this full of readers, who can compete?

As for Lin Shushu, that's only embarrassing.

Scholars are gods, and almost all of them take the road of incense and gods.

There are very few people who become gods by sensing landscapes, plants and trees.

Of course, there are also emperors who canonize and worship to become gods, but most of those gods are dead and become gods, and I have never heard of the fact that emperors will canonize a living person as a god.

After seeing this poem by Dongguo Sihai, Lin Shushu also felt a little embarrassed.

Isn't this a pig mate?

I obviously asked you to help, why did you hit me in the face instead?

You don't just write about it, you just need to write it when the situation comes.

Looking at the small poem of the spiritual light, Lin Shushu's heart sank.

He wasn't sure that the poems he prepared would be better than those of Dongguo Sihai.

For a while, his mood was a little heavy, and he didn't know whether to write the poems that had been prepared.

He wasn't sure that the poem he wrote would definitely be better than Dongguo Sihai.

What should I do?

Lin Shushu's brows furrowed.