Writing about snow? Ye Ping smiled. There have been many eternal quatrains.

Originally, he had no intention of using this dimensionality reduction attack, but Leng Tianming and Feng Yue were really too much. Even the dignified general of the Western Expedition did not take it seriously. Only by defeating them in the areas they were most proud of could they feel a deep sense of frustration. Ye Ping kept reminding himself that he should use this less to show off in the future.

"In fact, whether in the past or present, many literati and scholars have always written poems about snow, which is not a rare thing. But how to write this well, write new ideas, and choose a more different idea is more important. Three, you are all young heroes with great talent, so don't let us down."

The person who spoke was named Lan Xin. She had a close relationship with Su Muyan, and they were both good wealthy daughters.

Lan Xin is one of the few girls who are not interested in Feng Yue. What she yearns for is a general who is good at fighting.

But at the same time, it would be better to be like Shenwu Gong Chen Anzhi. Wen can make a clear mind by writing, and martial arts can make the world safe.

Su Muyan nodded with a smile, "Yes, that's what I mean. Since ancient times, it has not been difficult to see poems about snow. In fact, in my opinion, what is more important is the idea, but the image is also very important. I am not bound by the scenes in this garden, you can speak freely and play freely. Of course, it is good for others to participate."

Everyone shook their heads. They were unwilling to compete with Feng Yue for this opportunity to show off.

Instead of getting involved, it is better to watch the show and come more comfortable.

"Who do you think this poem competition will win? Is it General Ye or Feng Yue?"

The young master of the Hong family, Hong Shaofeng, tasted the tea, roasted it with both hands beside the stove, and asked Yao Nanchi next to him with interest.

Although Hong Shaofeng and Yao Nanchi participated in the Sujia Ya Festival several times, they seemed to have a low desire to perform. In fact, they were also very talented, but they did not show it. Facing Feng Yue, who was coming every time, they did not mean to steal the limelight from him. They all knew that he liked Su Muyan, and of course no one was bored, they just wanted to stay in this circle.

"This General Ye is actually extraordinary. As far as I know, he is a striking figure in Lin'an, even... afraid of it. Think about it, how could such a person lose to Feng Yue? Feng Yue is certainly extraordinary, but in my opinion, he is still far from General Ye. The northwest has been calm for a long time... Maybe it will cause some turmoil."

Yao Nanchi said softly, as if he was talking to Hong Shaofeng, and also as if he was muttering to himself, saying to himself.

The latter nodded without comment. He did not say much, but closed his eyes slightly.

If he had been to this poetry competition, what answer would he give?

Su Muyan lit an incense, stood beside the stove, and watched the snow scene in the garden with great interest.

Although she has seen the snow scene here countless times, this time there seems to be some other smell inside.

Inviting Ye Ping to come here was actually something she had been looking forward to. She liked these things very much. Ye Ping wrote such amazing poems in Lin'an, so she naturally would not let them go. Someone had already sent her to see. After reading it, she was shocked. She always wanted to see who Ye Ping was, and wanted to personally verify his talents.

In later words, Su Muyan was definitely a little fan, but she was just a little more reserved.

She invited Ye Ping to come, of course not because of his identity as a general in the West, but here.

Because of Ye Ping's arrival, Feng Yue felt that he was quick-witted and his head was running rapidly. Even when he practiced martial arts, he had never been so devoted. He just wanted to defeat Ye Ping and occupy a more important position in Su Muyan's heart.

Leng Tianming is different. He has no talent at all, and now he is even more blushing with his head.

Thinking of the fact that he really couldn't think of it later, he simply stopped thinking about it, and he couldn't show off in front of Feng Yue anyway.

According to their previous poetry game, they wanted to say each other's answers and discuss each other when a incense burned out.

"General Ye, you have not attended our rally before, so you may not know some situations. Let me explain here that when this incense burns, you must say the corresponding propositional poems. If you feel that you don't have enough time, because it is your first time to participate, I believe that Sister Su Muyan will definitely understand you and add more time."

Lan Xin stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, "I should have told you earlier, but I forgot it just now..."

Feng Yue looked at Ye Ping with great confidence, as if he had come up with poems that he thought were desperate.

Ye Ping didn't say much, just shrugged and said with a smile, "No need, I already have an idea."

Well? Several people looked at Ye Ping in surprise. In this short period of time, did he have already thought about it? It would be fine if he had to say the poem he wrote when Xiang Lanjin knew in advance, but he had the answer without knowing it?

Feng Yue's heart trembled even more. He remembered that when he first came to participate, in order to perform better, he thought for a long time, so he added an extra incense stick in the end. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy with Ye Ping again.

Su Muyan's eyes lit up, "You've figured it out? I'll listen attentively!"

Seeing Su Muyan's attitude towards Ye Ping, Feng Yue's face began to be a little wrong.

Leng Tianming was so cruel that his teeth were itchy, and he wanted to rush up to fight Ye Ping immediately and fight to protect his master.

"Well, I've thought about it, but I've been thrilling with Brother Feng Yue's poetry for a long time, so I want to hear his opinion first."

Ye Ping smiled and nodded, "Brother Feng Yue, you probably won't mind this, right?"

Feng Yue also responded with a smile, "Of course I won't mind, but General Ye doesn't have to do this. If you feel that you haven't thought about it yet, you don't have to say that. But... since you want to delay time, I don't care about the beauty of inheriting others. Listen, the poem I wrote is-"

"I met a beautiful woman on a snowy night, and the flying flowers were fascinated by the eyes. The fish dissolved the charm, and I didn't know it when I looked at the spring."

After the words came to an end, Su Muyan frowned when she first heard the first two sentences, feeling that it seemed a bit too simple.

But when I heard the last two sentences, I felt aroused in my heart. It was indeed not an ordinary person and I lived up to the title of being the first in the provincial examination.

Feng Yue felt even more proud when he saw Su Muyan's expression, and the corners of his mouth were raised.
Chapter completed!