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At this time.

Tibetan six was focused by the audience.

Even Li Fei is looking forward to it!

Lord Wang, what kind of beauty poems will you make?

Zang Liu, calm and calm, began to flip through "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince", turning back from the first page!

This action, at first glance, I am not familiar with this book of poetry.

"Hey"

Tang Qingzhu shook his head and drank a glass of wine: "This time to fight poetry, the king of Huangzhou will be defeated, and we will not win in Yang and Qingzhou!"

Du Yue'er blinked lightly, and humbly asked: "The fighting poem has not started yet, why did Dean Tang say this?"

Tang Qingzhu pointed to the sixth collection of poems that were carefully flipped through: "You see, the envoy of the king of Huangzhou has a book of poems in his hand, and the name is arbitrary, and there is no poetry!"

"If the cover is like this, the poems in the book should be more casual!"

"Agreed!"

Next to him, the three deans all nodded, the pride on their faces could not be hidden, they touched the three wisps of green beard on their chins, and said arrogantly: "It's victory without martial arts!

This scene is as if Zhang Sheng has won the poem.

Du Yue'er asked tentatively, "Dean Tang, does the envoy of the King of Huangzhou still have a reason to be defeated?"

Tang Qingzhu had a pretentious heart, as if teaching a disciple, and said: "If a poet wants to make good poems, he needs the heavens, earth, and people to have a flash of inspiration, so that he can export poems and make good poems." ”

"What makes a good poem?"

"Deep idea, clever conception, beautiful image, true feelings, high artistic conception, new language, clever techniques. ”

"You can't do without it!"

"This time, Zhang Sheng asked the question to sing your beauty!"

"If I don't see you, how can the king of Huangzhou know your beauty?"

"Perhaps, the king of Huangzhou doesn't know that there is a Jiangnan man Du Yue'er in heaven and earth, how can there be your shadow in the poems he wrote before?"

"The beauties of the world have their own beauty!"

"It is rumored that the beauty of Sima Lan, the princess of Huangzhou, is like a valley orchid. ”

"And your beauty, you are like the family emblem of the Du family, a peony flower that is stunning in the world. ”

"Therefore, if the king of Huangzhou once wrote a poem praising Sima Lan, the hollow valley orchid, it would be very inappropriate to use it on you!"

"Therefore, the messenger of the barren state turned it out, and it is also a poem of defeat. ”

Zhu Mei, Xu Nan, and Wenqu nodded in agreement.

Wenqu added: "Writing poems can be composed of songs, songs, things, scenes, things, etc., and the scenery, people, and objects seen are different, and the things that happen are different, and the poetic conception is also different. ”

"The head of the Du family, please look at the book of poems in the hand of the envoy of Huangzhou, indicating that there are only three hundred poems, that is to say, even if the king of Huangzhou is a poet immortal and makes different poems, it cannot cover all things in this heaven and earth. ”

"It's too limiting!"

"Fighting poetry, if the poem is not right, you will definitely lose!

Du Yue'er, who loves poetry, also understands these truths!

However, the understanding is not as profound as that of the four deans of Jiangnan.

After listening to the analysis of the four deans of Jiangnan.

The Confucian students of both states laughed!

The envoy of the king of Huangzhou is lost.

Du Yue'er said thoughtfully: "Yue'er understands!"

In fact.

She hoped that the envoy of the king of Huangzhou would be defeated.

Because, as long as her convoy entered the Wasteland, she was directly on the opposite side of the Wasteland King.

Because, the army in the 100,000 mountains is not only the army that resists the invasion of the Heavenly Wolf army, but also the army that kills the king of the barren state.

If the killing of the king of Huangzhou is successful, she Du Yue'er will be an accomplice.

At this time.

Li Fei scolded in his heart when he heard this: "Old thing, shameless!"

However, he is not worried that Kuroroku will lose.

Because, the prince of his family is a saint.

How can mortals escape the palms of saints?

At this time.

Zhang Sheng was ecstatic in his heart, and said disdainfully: "Envoy of the King of Huangzhou, if the King of Huangzhou has not written a beautiful poem, you can directly admit defeat!"

"Anyway, if you read it out, it won't correspond to the beauty of the Du family master!"

Zhang Sheng touched his mustache with an arrogant face: "If you can lose in my hands who are famous all over the world, the king of Huangzhou can be regarded as not unjust!"

"Yes!"

"Throw in the towel!"

The two states of Confucianism coaxed: "Admit defeat!"

"Throw in the towel!"

"Throw in the towel!"

"Recognition"

Then.

As soon as Zangliu's hand stopped, a smile appeared on his cold face, and he raised his head and said, "Found it!"

The Confucian students of the two states swallowed the word "lose" stiffly.

All choked back into the trachea.

And then.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

There was a cough in the hall of the poetry meeting.

One by one, the Confucian students in the two states were choked, their faces were red, their ears were red, their necks were thick, and their saliva was splashing.

Doorway.

The ten homes are quite interesting to watch, with stories in their eyes and a god in their writings.

Finally.

The Confucian students stopped coughing.

Zang Liu said unhurriedly: "Now, I want to read the beautiful poem made by the prince!"

"Listen up!"

Zhang Sheng was already waiting impatiently: "Hurry up!"

"Anyway, your prince has already lost, and it's all over when you finish reading!"

Zangliu was noncommittal, and chanted loudly: "There are beautiful women in the south, peerless and independent. ”

Suddenly, the entire poetry hall was silent.

Southern Beauty?

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