"Huh?"

Li Miao looked at her in confusion.

"Master Li, there, there."

I looked in the direction indicated by the steamed bun-faced maid, and found Xie Anyu walking arrogantly towards this side.

Is he just so irresistible that he comes over and gets slapped in the face?

Xie Anyu came to Li Miao and asked: "Li Sanshui, I wonder what kind of poem you wrote?"

Li Miao said: "Sing the peony."

"Oh?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Xie Anyu's eyes, and then a smile appeared on his face: "What a coincidence, I am also writing a poem about peonies. If you don't mind, you might as well read out your masterpiece now so that I can observe it.

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A smile also appeared on Li Miao's face, and he said: "Brother Xie, there is no need to be in such a hurry. It's not too late to wait until the results come out. Could it be that you can't wait to lose to me?"

The result here naturally refers to the final result of this poetry meeting. At that time, Bishui Pavilion will display the ten best poems in front of everyone one by one, and then select among these ten poems.

Three songs will be used to select the top three, and the remaining seven songs will not be ranked.

As for the poems that were not selected, they will be returned to the corresponding students one by one.

Hearing Li Miao's words, Xie Anyu almost laughed out of anger.

Will the level of poetry he writes today be inferior to that of Li Sanshui?

Joke!

This is a big joke!

"Humph!"

Xie Anyu snorted lightly and replied: "I'll tell you this, I hope you won't lose too badly later!"

Although he is impatient to see Li Miao lose again, he also knows that at this point in time, the results will come out soon, so he doesn't mind waiting a little longer.

This is also the reason why he chose to come at this time.

Ji Gang and Zhang Feng looked at each other, and then looked at Xie Anyu with pitiful eyes.

Although the two of them still don't know what the poems written by Xie Anyu are like, if nothing else goes wrong with Brother Sanshui's three poems, no matter which one they are, they can charm him, so much.

No matter how arrogant people are now, they will be miserable later.

The two of them thought of this sentence at the same time.

……

Sure enough, not long after, the maids appeared in everyone's sight again, and distributed the poems in their hands to the corresponding students one by one. None of these poems were selected into the ten.
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"Where is Mr. Xie Anyu?"

A pleasant voice sounded in Xie Anyu's ears, but the maid could not find Xie Anyu at her original position, so she tried to find him by calling.

"Here! I'm here!"

Xie Anyu responded loudly and raised his right hand to wave.

The maid quickly noticed him, ran over, handed the poem in her hand to Xie Anyu, and said with a sweet smile: "Mr. Xie, this is your poem."

At this time, Ji Gang, Zhang Feng and others also had their own poems in their hands. They were also not selected into the ten poems, with the exception of Li Miao.

Ji Gang and Zhang Feng were not surprised by this situation. They would be surprised if Li Miao held poems in his hands like them.

However, the uninformed Xie Anyu saw that Li Miao did not hold a piece of paper with poems in his hand. He was startled for a moment, and then sneered: "Li Sanshui, where's yours? Could it be that you hid it secretly when you were too shameless to see anyone? Or maybe it was?"

Didn’t you write it at all? Oh, I see, that’s why you didn’t read it just now, right?”

He didn't think about those ten poems. After all, in his heart, he believed that it was absolutely impossible.

Unless...nothing unless!

Li Miao smiled slightly and said calmly: "Don't worry, Brother Xie will know later."

"Humph!"

Xie Anyu was most dissatisfied with Li Miao's attitude. He snorted and said: "I think you must be afraid of making a fuss, or you may not have written a poem at all. If you have the ability, please come up with your poems now."

Compete with mine!"

After saying that, Xie Anyu slapped the paper in his hand onto the table in front of him.

Many people around had seen Xie Anyu's peach blossom poem before. Knowing his level, they gathered around curiously to see what poem Xie Anyu wrote this time.

"This peony poem is good. It is better in artistic conception than his previous peach blossom poem."

"Brother Ouyang, this peony poem is probably better than yours."

"Although I don't want to admit it, it is indeed true."

"..."

Under these words of praise, Xie Anyu looked at Li Miao even more proudly and provocatively.

Suddenly, a burst of commotion attracted everyone's attention and eyes in that direction.

I saw ten tall women wearing gorgeous dresses appearing in the corridor on the second floor, lined up, each holding a vertical scroll in their hands.

Chen Yuqing, the owner of Bishui Pavilion, stood up and said: "Everyone, we have selected ten poems from many excellent poems. If you are not selected, please don't be discouraged, because it is not that the poems you wrote are not good, but...

....."

After talking a lot again, he said something that shocked people.

"Okay, without further ado, let's announce which ten songs these ten are. First of all, let's announce the seven songs outside the top three!"

So, except for the three tall women standing in the middle, the other seven women all opened the vertical banners in their hands.

As the vertical frame fell rapidly due to gravity, these seven poems and the corresponding author names appeared in front of everyone.

There is one poem by Li Miao, and poems by Yang Hao, Su Song, Xu Qing and other five people are all on it.

How is this possible!

Yang Hao, Su Song and others on the second floor suddenly opened their eyes wide and stared at the seven poems opposite, looking in disbelief.

I thought that the five of them could take the top three places in this poetry competition with their own strength, but unexpectedly, not even one of them entered the top three!

There must be an inside story!

This was the first thought that came to the minds of the five people, but when they saw the poem written by the man named Li Sanshui, they couldn't help but fell silent.

This poem...

They feel ashamed, even if the poem written by Yang Hao is compared with this one, it is still inferior.

No poem like this is qualified to enter the top three, so these top three...

He couldn't help but look at the vertical banners in the hands of the three women in the middle.

Xie Anyu's eyes were fixed on Li Miao's vertical portrait. He was still in disbelief and had not yet recovered from it.

"I thought that Yang Hao would win the first place in this poetry competition without any suspense, just like in the usual poetry competitions. I didn't expect that this time, he didn't even get into the top three. This is the first time!"<

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"Who is this Li Sanshui? Why haven't I heard of such a number one person? The other six people, not to mention Yang Hao and Su Song, have more or less heard of the others..."

"Tsk tsk... Even a genius like Yang Hao cannot be among the top three. Who are these top three people?"

"..."

Li Miao himself was a little surprised. He thought he could win the top three with those three poems, but he never expected...

Sure enough, the talents in this world cannot be underestimated.

No matter what the people present were thinking at this time, following Chen Yuqing's instructions, under the eyes of everyone, the top three vertical banners fell from the second floor one by one.

The third place belongs to a talented scholar named Changsun Yue.

The second place is Li Sanshui.

The first place is still Li Sanshui.

Quiet!

Not so quiet!

The whole place was in an eerie silence!

The eyes of everyone present were full of shock and disbelief!

Who is this Li Sanshui?

Three of the ten poems are his, and two of them even ranked first and second!
Chapter completed!