She even held the circular fan in her hand without putting it down. She picked up the brush on the table and without any hesitation, wrote an article on the rice paper. The handwriting was so beautiful and neat that it was impossible to find anything wrong. After she finished writing, she sat casually aside.

, poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, not caring about the result.

In the eyes of Qi Han from Anyu City, Lan Yu's poem "Ode to Plum Blossoms" must win the first prize. After all, this poem was not only written by Lan Yu, but also modified by a powerful man who gathered his talents to the top. Word for word, sentence by sentence, it is enough to crush ordinary people.

Poetry.

In the eyes of Xiao Luo from Pingwen City, Xiao Yi's poem Praising the Chrysanthemum is a sure win, because Xiao Yi once defeated all the scholars in Pingwen City with this poem, which can be called the trump card of this "talent competition".

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But Li Qingzhao, the Yi'an layman, gave them a bad premonition with his understatement.

The words on the rice paper on the table emitted golden light and suddenly floated in the air. The words became larger and larger, enough for everyone to see the poet's words.

"Partridge Sky"

It is dark, light yellow, soft in nature, and only the fragrance remains. There is no need for light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers.

The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the opening of the painting is crowned with the Mid-Autumn Festival. A poet can be cruel and ruthless, why can't he see the end of the year?

As soon as this word came out, even people who didn't understand poetry had endless aftertaste and read it over and over again.

I just feel in my heart, wonderful, wonderful!

Lan Yu and Xiao Yi, who understood poetry, opened their eyes wide and stared at the words, tasting them again and again, with mixed feelings in their hearts and being speechless.

Can they really write such a poem in this lifetime?

When Qi Han saw that word, he just recited it silently in his mind. He knew that he had encountered a difficult situation, his face turned livid, and he squeezed the wine glass tightly.

On the other side, Xiao Luo read out the first sentence of "Partridge Sky" and became mesmerized.

There is a good saying: "Plums make you jealous, chrysanthemums should make you ashamed." Use the flowers as a background, and use plums and chrysanthemums as comparisons to praise the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Whether it was Lan Yu's praising plum blossoms or Xiao Yi's praising chrysanthemums, they were immediately reduced to dust.

The sentence "dark and light yellow body is soft in nature, and the trace of love is far away, but the fragrance remains", the little sweet-scented osmanthus is described in such a beautiful way! After reading the previous sentence, I feel that the light yellow sweet-scented osmanthus is close in front of me, and the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus flows from my nose.

Get into your mouth and feel immersed.

"There is no need for light green and deep red, it is the best among flowers!" Countless people read this sentence aloud, only to feel that they took a sip of strong wine, the wine was spicy, but the aftertaste was endless.

Enjoyable! Really enjoyable!

Such a shocking poem. Even for a person like Qi Han, he was secretly shocked when he read this poem. What a literary talent and talent.

This phrase is rare to see in a hundred years!

Who can argue with this choice of words? No one from Pingwen City could write such a masterpiece!

This piece of "Partridge Sky" made everyone excited, but it became a big mountain pressing on Anyu City and Pingwen City. They could not climb or surpass it, and they even had to watch the talented woman in front of them use the power of osmanthus.

Zi crushed their pride.

If we win this game again, Weiyang City will have won two games. No! Absolutely not!

If Qi Han and Lin Ting had a tacit understanding of raising their heads and looking at each other, they would know what the other person was thinking.

Lin Ting stood up, raised his hand and said: "Jushi Yi An's poem determines the world, I admire you, but Miss Lan Yu and Miss Xiao Yi have already competed three times, talking about scenery, talking about thoughts, and talking about sorrow. If so.

It would be a bit unfair to decide the outcome based on one poem alone."

"Yes, the words and sentences are all prepared now. It would be too unfair if one article determines the outcome." Qi Han agreed, but in his heart he was betting that this one article would be the pinnacle of literary talent.

If they were all quatrains like this, there would be no need for them to compare. Qi Han didn't believe in evil, how many such words could there be? He didn't believe that Li Qingzhao could say such words.

If Mu Zixiao knew what he was thinking, he would probably reply: Thank you, there are many more.

Talk about thoughts and worries.

This was relevant to the topic. Mu Zixiao felt that Lin Ting, a teammate he didn't know, could bet so accurately on the topic. When they asked about thoughts and sorrows just now, he intentionally did not participate in it.

Because of these two questions, Li Qingzhao, a lay scholar in Yi'an, can be called the grandma of the graceful school, and his sorrowful words and phrases can reach the state of perfection.

But it happened that these two people did not believe in evil, so they were forced to write a few more articles.

The ice-cold face of Jade Cat on the field melted into a bright smile, "Then I'll ask Master Yi An to write some thoughts and sorrows."

Let you also gain knowledge and learn more, so that you no longer have to struggle to the death.

Li Qingzhao stood up, picked up his pen, and wrote several articles in one breath. Suddenly, he was writing verses on the rice paper that shine in the history of ancient and modern literature.
Chapter completed!