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At this time.

At the door of the poetry hall, the eyes of the ten families were as big as bull's eyes, and they didn't blink.

What happened in the hall, without adaptation, is the most attractive and wonderful story!

They all thought of the name of the story!

That is "The Story That the King of Huangzhou and Jiangnan Celebrities Have to Tell for the Fight for Beauty".

The name is strong enough!

Then.

Kuroroku's hand finally stopped at a certain page.

The eyes of everyone in the poetry hall lit up.

Pregnant!

Really.

Zangliu's clear eyes swept across the hall, remembering everyone's appearance in his heart, and then he said loudly: "The peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the pond is pure and affectionate." ”

After reading these two sentences, Zhang Sheng had a triumphant smile on his face.

The Confucian students in the two states clenched their fists and whispered: "Win!"

"In the poetry book of the king of Huangzhou, there is really no poem of peonies!"

Because, the two poems don't even mention the name of the peony, which means: the peony in front of the court is enchanting and gorgeous, but the style is not high, and the lotus in the pond is elegant and clean but lacks charm.

Does this have anything to do with peonies?

Half a tael of silver has nothing to do with it!

At this time.

The four deans breathed a long sigh of relief!

In this game, Zhang Sheng's name can be barely recovered!

Zangliu continued to read, and said loudly: "Only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers move the heavens when they bloom." ”

Astound!

As soon as these two sentences came out, they were shocked!

"Boom"

The sea of Confucian souls in the two states was shaken.

One by one, they muttered in despair: "Only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers move the heavens when they bloom!"

Tang Qingzhu's eyes lit up.

Followed by.

He said again in despair, "Why?"

"The dean has written peony poems, and all of them are not as good as this one!"

He forcibly explained: "In the garden of the heavenly court, the peony is enchanting and gorgeous, but the style is not high, the lotus in the pond is elegant and clean but lacks charm, only the peony is the king of all flowers in the flower country, and it can overwhelm the group in the flower country, and it is the real national flower." ”

"Only when it is in full bloom can the immortals in the heavenly court pour out to admire it and praise its beauty!"

The last three words of the poem, "Moving the capital", were changed from summer to "moving the heavenly court".

The height of this poem is from the earth to the heavenly court.

Those who appreciate peonies have changed from mortals to immortals.

The other side.

Tang Qingzhu liked this peony poem, and thought of Du Yue'er: "The master of the Du family, the beauty poem just now by the king of Huangzhou, praise your beauty and the country and the city, like a fairy." ”

"In the heart of the King of Huangzhou, you are a beautiful fairy that has nothing in the mortal world!"

"Peony, it is the family emblem of your Du family, and it is a fairy flower in the heart of the king of Huangzhou!"

"It can be seen that the king of Huangzhou has a deep love for you, loves the house and Wu, and when he thinks of you, he not only writes beauty poems for you, but also writes this eternal swan song for your family's peony family emblem!"

"The meaning of these two poems is in the same vein, reflecting each other, and together they are all for your heart!"

Tang Qingzhu's explanation is reasonable and logical, without the slightest far-fetchedness.

After Zangliu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times, and he felt a little chill down his back.

He said secretly in his heart: "Lord Wang, the poem was written by yourself, Zangliu just read it, it was fine, everything went as smoothly as you planned." ”

"But, there is a poetic Tang Qingzhu next to Du Yue'er!"

"So, if Du Yue'er has an idea about you, Zangliu really can't control it!"

"In addition, if Princess Sima comes to seize the throne in the future, you must not trouble Zangliu!"

The more Zangliu thought about it, the colder his back became!

At this time.

Du Yue'er's heart trembled again when she was explained by Tang Qingzhu, as if she had been provoked by heavenly thunder, and she felt a little numb!

She bit her red lip lightly, her watery eyes were intoxicating, and she murmured, "Really?"

These two poems, are they really made for her by the king of Huangzhou?

Is this a spring dream where you can't see the truth clearly?

King Huangzhou, what do you want to do to me?

Du Yue'er's heart is even more chaotic!

"Hey"

Meantime.

The faces of Confucian students in the two states have changed greatly!

No way!

It's impossible!

What the king of Huangzhou wrote, is it all a swan song for the ages?

Are they all such incomparable absolute children?

They are frustrated!

At this time.

Zhang Sheng was even more depressed!

His face was as if he had opened a sauce dyeing shop, and the red, cyan, and white colors were all dyed on his face, and his face was extremely ugly.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to stop talking!

The poem in his belly, compared with this peony poem, is simply vulgar, how can he export?

Is there a second way for him to go other than conceding defeat?

This time.

The soul poet Li Fei didn't mess around anymore, but comforted intimately: "Brother Zhang Sheng, it doesn't matter if you lose, I still have silver here to lend you!"

"Don't think about it!"

"Hey"

Zhang Sheng's heart was even more unwilling, he sighed faintly, and handed over the remaining five hundred taels of silver: "I lost again!"