Mudan asked curiously: "What does Sister Qinglan mean?"
Chen Qinglan's maid suddenly appeared at the door, "Miss, the sedan has been waiting for a long time at the door."
Only then did Chen Qinglan remember that she was about to go out, but she was delayed a lot of time because of this poem. She said to Mudan: "Mudan, I want this calligraphy treasure. Who is this young master? Please help me remember it carefully. I will also
You have to go out and wait until I come back." After saying that, he glanced at the poem before reluctant to leave.
After Chen Qinglan left, Mudan chuckled: "You win if you speak first. I wanted this calligraphy treasure." Then she lowered her head to read the poem again and murmured: "It's a pity that the writing is not very good and it doesn't deserve it."
Such a good poem.”
Qingyun Palace was waiting. After waiting for a long time, He'er still didn't announce the results. Someone asked: "Why did the results take so long today?"
Someone laughed and said, "I'm afraid that the poems written by Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu today are half the same, and Mrs. Peony will have a hard time choosing."
"I don't think it's entirely true. I'm afraid that Lady Peony was shocked by the good poetry and couldn't help herself for a long time." There is something in this statement.
Mr. Luo and Mr. Cheng knew what they were doing. They looked at each other from time to time and smiled meaningfully. Naturally, this title was among the two of them. I wonder who else among these unlearned and unskilled young masters could win.
Poetry surpasses them all.
Lu Shiju no longer cared about the result. He looked at Xie Fu who fell asleep while standing up again. He was worried about it. How could he forget the last two lines? It was so unreasonable. He didn't read the last two lines today.
I'm just afraid that he won't be able to sleep.
"I'm coming."
Lu Shiju heard the news and went away, only to see He'er Shanshan coming and standing in the center with a smile on her face.
Everyone present looked at He'er, but Tantai Wenwang seemed to have figured it out. He didn't express any hope and had a calm expression on his face.
In the midst of everyone's expectations, He'er smiled and said: "According to the old rules, today's poetry competition will rank first, second and third. The rest will not be ranked. I will announce the third place first."
"The third place is Mr. Wu Jie."
Third place! Wu Jie and Mr. Cheng next to him were both surprised. How could they be ranked third? Wu Jie couldn't help but asked: "Is there a mistake?"
Zhao Yuanfei laughed happily. Mr. Luo beside him was a little curious. Cheng Wenzheng's poems ranked third. Who ranked second? Is there any poet among these young gentlemen who is not equal to the two of them?
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He'er smiled and said: "Master Wu, is this a poem written by you? If so, then it is correct."
After He'er finished speaking, the maid next to her returned the poem written by Wu Jie. Wu Jie took it and saw that it was indeed written by him. There was an extra word "Ji" on the paper. This word "Ji" should have been written by Peony.
Then there is nothing wrong in saying that.
Soon many people realized the wonder of Wu Jie's third place. Who was the second place? Everyone looked at each other, very curious as to who the second place was. They knew each other well.
Tantai Wenwang immediately became energetic. Could it be that I was second? It's a pity that he just wrote it down in a hurry due to time constraints, let alone read it.
He'er met everyone's curious and expectant eyes and said with a smile: "The second place is Mr. Zhao Yuanfei."
As soon as these words came out, they screamed in surprise, because this result was really beyond their expectations, and they started whispering among themselves.
Zhao Yuanfei was surprised, I am the second place, so who is the first place? This is simply unreasonable.
Tantai Wenwang felt regretful that he didn't even get second place. It seemed like I was just wishful thinking.
He'er smiled and said nothing, and someone asked: "Miss He'er, isn't this first place vacant?"
When everyone heard this, they all felt that it was reasonable. Sometimes in this poetry competition, the first place would be better than the first place. After all, Lady Peony takes the opportunity to meet her in person. If she doesn't write a good poem that can catch her eye, she doesn't want to see this person.
This is understandable. Often at this time, the person in charge will compose a poem himself to overwhelm the crowd to show justice.
Mr. Luo and Mr. Cheng both smiled bitterly. They knew the talent and learning of the brothel ladies. After all, they made a living and were proud of it. What's more, in a brothel of this level, Qin House, a lady can be on the top of the flower list.
, which one is not a talented woman.
He'er showed a deep smile and said loudly: "The winner of today's poetry competition is Mr. Tantai Wenwang Tantai!"
What!!!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Tantai Wenwang. It seems that Tantai Wenwang didn't bring any helpers today?
What's going on? Has Tantai Wenwang been hiding it all this time?
Impossible! He must have copied this poem from somewhere.
But if it is said to be copied, at least the topic of today’s poetry competition should be prepared in advance.
It’s really confusing, but what is certain is that there is a lot of mystery in it.
Tantai Wenwang was completely confused for a moment.
Among the people present, Lu Shiju was probably the only one who seemed calm. In such a poem, apart from Lady Peony being blind, Lady Peony was obviously not blind. Compared with this outcome that could have been predicted a long time ago, what worried Lu Shiju was the last two lines of the poem.
What exactly is a sentence?
It took Tantai Wen a while to realize what he was doing, and his heart was filled with ecstasy. He didn't expect happiness to come so quickly, and he suddenly felt like he was in heaven.
This pretty face... Nick really helped me realize my wish. He wanted to pick this pretty face up and kiss him a few times. No, I have to calm down and reward him well later...
He'er said softly: "Master Tantai."
Tantai Wenwang stood up, and He'er immediately cast his gaze towards Tantai Wenwang, his eyes filled with unabashed admiration and respect, "Mr. Tantai, if Madam Peony invites you, please come with me.
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Tantai Wenwang chuckled, and proudly said, "Masters, I accept the concession." As he said that, he walked towards He'er.
Tantai Wenwang followed He'er and was about to leave the table. Zhao Yuanfei stood up and said loudly: "Wait a minute! I am not convinced. At least let me know what kind of poem is better than what I have written."
He'er chanted: "The black lantern reflects the neon clothes building, and the light clothes are scented. It's not the immortal king's clouds and cicada steps. It's unparalleled in the night."
After He'er finished chanting, he took Tantai Wenwang and left, leaving a group of people to read slowly...
Lu Shiju was the first to react. He was waiting for the last two sentences. He stepped lightly, fluttering his sleeves and shaking his coat. This step was quite immortal, and he chanted: "This is not the step of the immortal king Yun Chan."
People walk under the colorless glass, look up at the dark night, point their fingers at the blue sky, and boldly chant the last sentence: "There are countless people who reach the sky."
Before some people could read this poem well, Lu Shiju had already given them the most intuitive interpretation. At this time, Lu Shiju's temperament changed drastically and he became quite elegant and immortal.
Except for Mr. Luo and Mr. Cheng who are still studying deeply, the others have already exploded...
Xie Fu was still standing and fell asleep.
***The author has something to say***
Thank you to these brothers for the reward: Lengxiang Wan, One Life, Qing Miao, Handsome and Charming Little Prince, I am a peach, Tai Shang Wu Ti, Salute to Brother Cong, Mo Yan Youthful Sorrow, Ling Xia, The wind is bleak and the moon is lonely
...Thanks also to the friends who gave tips later, every bit of it is appreciated.
