Ji Gang and Zhang Feng put down the brushes in their hands almost at the same time, looked at each other, and both smiled slightly.

It can be seen that the two of them are quite satisfied with the poems they have written.

At this time, most of the students have started to write. Some students have already finished writing. Only a small number of students are still thinking hard and have not yet started writing.

Except for Ji Gang and Zhang Feng, several people in their small group are still writing hard, and Li Miao is no exception.

Regarding this situation, both Ji Gang and Zhang Feng felt a little surprised and confused.

Others may not know it clearly, but the two of them know it best about Li Miao. They clearly started writing before them, so why are they still writing it now?

Is it really possible... is this not a joke?

With such confusion and curiosity, the two of them gently came to the back of Li Miao and found that there were only three words written on the paper Li Miao was writing: Peony appreciation.

This is obviously the title of the poem.

Brother Sanshui, it seems he wants to write a poem about peonies.

Neither of them made a sound, watching quietly.

I saw that as Li Miao was writing with the brush in his hand, one word after another appeared on the paper.

The peony demon in front of the court has no integrity, and the hibiscus on the pond is clean and has little emotion.

Only peonies are the true national color, and they move the capital when they bloom.

(Note: This is "Peony Appreciation" written by Liu Yuxi, a writer of the Tang Dynasty)

Such poems...

The two of them couldn't help but hold their breath subconsciously and looked at each other, both seeing the deep shock in each other's eyes.

They had a premonition that this peony poem would spread throughout the capital and throughout Dahua.

When they compared the poems that they were quite satisfied with with this one, they were like heaven and earth, incomparable!

"Eh? Brother Ji Gang, brother Zhang Feng."

Li Miao finally discovered the two people behind him, and then carefully placed the paper on the other side to let the ink dry.

Subconsciously following Li Miao's movements, the two's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, because there were already two pieces of paper there, each with a poem written on them.

I bet he actually wrote three poems!

This is not a joke!

The two of them quickly took a step over there. When they saw clearly the contents of the two poems, they couldn't help but hold their breath again.

These two poems, one is about plum blossoms and the other is about rose flowers, are both as good as the one about peonies just now, and even the one about plum blossoms is slightly better.

It is a matter of great pride and pride for others to compose one of these three first-class poems, but this brother Sanshui in front of him can do it in less than a stick. I composed three songs in just a short time. Will people believe this if I tell you about it?

"Brother Sanshui, when did your poetry writing skills become so good?"

Ji Gang and Zhang Feng looked at Li Miao, as if they were looking at a monster, as if they were getting to know him for the first time.

Li Miao had already prepared his words and said calmly: "I don't know exactly what happened. Ever since I lost my memory, I have felt that my mind has become much clearer and I can think of everything." It’s much easier than it used to be.”

Is it possible that amnesia still has this effect?

Never heard of it...

Ji Gang and Zhang Feng looked at each other, somewhat unconvinced, but there seemed to be no good explanation.

Then, the thought came up in their hearts that they should also lose their memory. The two of them were so horrified that they quickly shook their heads and drove this unrealistic thought out of their minds.

Ji Gang sighed and said: "No wonder you dared to bet with that Xie Anyu, it turns out that you already have a chance to win."

Li Miao just smiled and said nothing more.

At the same time, Xie Anyu also put down the brush in his hand and looked at the freshly written poems in front of him, feeling extremely satisfied.

The poem he wrote this time was about peonies, which was obviously a step up from the peach blossom poem he wrote at the Lingzhou Luming Banquet last time.

Is there any reason to be invincible this time?

He subconsciously looked in the direction of Li Miao triumphantly, but unfortunately, because of the angle, he still couldn't see Li Miao.

The five people on the second floor had already put down their writing brushes, admiring each other's poems they had just written.

"Brother Yang is indeed Brother Yang. It seems that you are the first in this poetry competition."

After reading the poem written by Yang Hao, the other four people couldn't help but exclaimed in exclamation. They were once again convinced that they were defeated. Although they knew before that it would be more difficult to surpass Yang Hao in poetry. It is a difficult thing, but there is inevitably the thought of overcoming it in the heart. Now this thought has long since disappeared after seeing the poems written by Yang Hao.

"Hehe... It seems that if nothing else happens, I should be in second place."

Su Song showed a triumphant smile. Although he could not defeat Yang Hao, he was prepared in his heart after all, so he was not disappointed.

Xu Qing said viciously: "Damn it! I actually let you get second place!"

The poem he wrote today was beaten by Su Song, and he could only rank third among these people.

Ma Yuan and Dong Ren, brothers in distress, looked at each other with a wry smile. Their poems were worth a pound, Xu Qing was outdone by Su Song, and they were outdone by Xu Qing.

A stick of incense has burned out unconsciously, officially announcing the end of time.

Regardless of whether they are satisfied or dissatisfied, the vast majority of talented people have already written their poems on paper. Only a small number of talented people have not yet started writing, showing a sad look.

Of course, there are also a small number of talented people who write a few sentences on their paper in order not to hand in a blank paper and to make it look less ugly.

The maids who had just handed out papers and other things appeared again and took away the poems written by various talents. The maid who came to collect Li Miao and others was still the maid who distributed papers to them. When she saw that Li Miao had three poems

, couldn’t help but show a look of astonishment.

This was the first time she encountered this kind of situation at a poetry meeting. It turned out that the young man used three pieces of paper because he wanted to write three poems.

This young man is not only good-looking, but also very talented.

The little maid raised her beautiful eyes and wanted to take a sneak peek, but she found this handsome young man looking at her with a smile.

Suddenly startled, I quickly lowered my head, my little heart beating thumpingly.

What does this young man mean? Is he attracted to her?

The little maid's face was slightly red, and she was thinking about it... It wasn't until a sister took her away that she came back to her senses. Before she left, she didn't forget to secretly turn around and take a look at Li Miao.
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The bun-faced maid who noticed this scene couldn't help but curled her lips again, and secretly cursed in her heart: Little coquettish hooves!

The process of waiting for the results was undoubtedly a bit long, and the hall began to become noisy again.

Most of the students gathered with their friends to discuss topics around Jingcai's poems. Sometimes they were overjoyed and sometimes they were beating their chests and feet.

During this period, the maids of Bishui Pavilion successively served many new high-end pastries, which made the bun-faced maid extremely happy.

Li Miao never understood why her belly could hold so many things.

"Master Li, this mung bean cake is delicious. You should try it too."

The bun-faced maid came over with a plate of mung bean cake.

Li Miao casually picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but admired: "Well, the taste is indeed very good."

As he said that, he picked up another piece.

"Master Li, Master Li."
Chapter completed!