Chapter 863 You are no better than you were a year ago!
"Hehehe, since everyone thinks they can see it, I will make it more difficult."
Yue Qianfang did not expect such a simple question to come out of Ye Zimei, and said immediately: "Everyone needs to write down the poems they have written. It is said that words can communicate with the gods. I think so, it will make your masterpieces even better. And the winner will do it."
If you write a calligraphy treasure, I will also collect it in Qunfang Pavilion and hang it in front of the door for people to appreciate, how about it?"
"Oh, it's difficult to read the words."
"My handwriting is pretty good, hey, maybe I'll have a chance this time!"
Some people were happy and some were sad, but after Yue Qianfang finished speaking, there were still many people who directly laid out papers on the table, dipped their hair in ink, and started composing poems.
"Oh, it's very simple to use flowers as poems!"
The prince laughed, took out a pen, thought for a moment, and then wrote on the paper.
Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and took a look, and suddenly there was a black line on his forehead.
A flower in front of the door,
Three bees on the flower,
People pass by the flower,
Bees are flying and buzzing.
Is this also called poetry?
Ling Tian wiped his forehead with his hand and sweat started to fall.
He finally understood how the prince had lowered his status in front of the people of Chang'an City all these years.
In this way, it would be strange if he was not killed by the Zhongshan County Prince.
"Haha, how about Ling Tian? I have a lot of thoughts coming out of my poem. I can easily pick up these small poems!"
But the prince still didn't know it. He held the brush and looked at Ling Tian, feeling very proud of himself.
"Well, it's so wet, I've never seen such a strange and otherworldly wetness before!"
Ling Tian wiped his sweat and said.
"That's right. How can a poem written alone fall into the vulgar world?"
The prince laughed, and even held up the poem he had written for everyone to look at.
Over there, the corner of Yue Qianfang's mouth also twitched. After a while, she couldn't help but clapped her hands and said: "The prince's handwriting is quite good."
Ling Tian: ""
However, the others did not want to show off to the prince. After reading this poem, they burst into laughter. The scene could not have been more spectacular.
"Hahaha, I'm really laughing to death. How can this be considered poetry? If you want to beat me, you're still far behind!"
Li Kan raised his head and laughed, then waved his hand, "Bring me a pen and let His Royal Highness see what poetry is!"
Behind him, Lin Zhuoran kept his face aside and silently offered the brush.
Then Li Kan wrote a poem with a splash of ink, and after a few breaths, his speed was as fast as that of the prince.
Ling Tian's heart sank, and he thought to himself, does this guy have any attainments in poetry?
If that's the case, then this round, if the prince strikes first, he will lose.
This prince is simply a pig teammate!
"Haha, don't worry, he is just a loser. Can he write shitty poems?"
His Highness the Crown Prince did not take it seriously and said to Ling Tian,
The latter was doubtful and glanced at the poem Li Kan held up.
Immediately, I was dumbfounded.
From a distance, the chrysanthemums look yellow,
It's thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top.
If you turn the flower upside down,
The upper part is thinner and the lower part is thicker!
These two royal families have been dealt with.
When you meet your opponent in chess, you are equally matched!
No wonder no one looks down on the other, both co-authors are idiots!
Ling Tian originally thought that the prince's poem was silly enough, but he didn't expect that the prince of Zhongshan County was so wet that he was so wet!
"Master Yue Pavilion, who is better between me and the prince?!"
The prince of Zhongshan County was a fool and didn't realize it, so he asked Yue Qianfang,
The latter seemed to have been prepared for it, and smiled calmly: "Both Your Highnesses are very wet, but the Prince's handwriting is more beautiful."
"Hahahaha, the master of the Yue Pavilion has a keen eye for gold! What, Li Kan, you still don't admit defeat? I have told you before that I was the only one who let you do it! You still don't believe it!"
When the prince heard this, he immediately laughed and said.
"hateful!"
The Prince of Zhongshan County was so furious that he tore the paper in his hand and waved his hand, "You guys must win this round!"
In an instant, the King of Zhongshan County gave an order, and a dozen people, including Yun Yang, immediately came out from behind him, splashed ink and began to write poems.
"Ling Tian, I have already won a round, it's time for you to take action and take them down!"
The prince also sat back and waved.
"Haha, not as good as that."
Ling Tian, however, sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and did not get up.
On the platform, everyone wrote poems very quickly. Some people completed them one after another, and there were many excellent works among them.
But in Ling Tian's opinion, it can only be said to be acceptable, and it can't be said to impress Ye Zimei at all.
How can courtesans like Ye Zimei have such low vision?
In the end, only Yun Yang could get down on the platform, and he was still writing.
In addition, everyone else was completely destroyed.
Li Kan looked at Yun Yang eagerly, placing all his hopes on Yun Yang.
"Wow, this is the Prince of Yunzhou. I heard that he has good martial arts talent. After more than a year in Zhongzhou, his combat power has soared. Now in Kunwu Academy, his combat power has ranked among the top five!"
"Yes, and I heard that Yun Yang is quite talented. Even Prince Rong praised him personally!"
"Prince Rong? That's really amazing!"
Soon, amidst everyone's discussion, Yun Yang stopped writing.
He raised the poem in his hand and made it public.
Ling Tian also looked curiously. After all, he and Yun Yang had had two poetry battles before. He also wanted to see if Yun Yang had made any progress in the past year or so.
Spring orchids, autumn chrysanthemums, summer breeze,
Thousands of flowers reflect the sun and fill the sky with fragrance.
The flowers and faces are full of strange colors,
A white lotus enters the dream.
As soon as Yun Yang's poem came out, everyone nodded.
This poem of his is quite clever.
Everyone else knows that Ye Zimei's martial spirit is a white lotus.
At this time, thousands of flowers were blooming in the Thousand Flower Cave, but in Yun Yang's eyes, they were not as good as a white lotus in a dream.
It can be said that I not only wrote about the flowers, but also praised the leaf lintel.
Moreover, it also contains the word "Qunfang", which is very suitable for the occasion.
For a moment, Yue Qianfang also nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Yun Yang is a great talent. This is the last and best poem among all the poems written today."
Immediately, she looked at Ye Zilin who was shrouded in formation behind her, waiting for her decision.
After all, the decision-making power for this round of competition lies with Ye Zimei.
However, what is surprising is that Ye Zimei was indifferent and the formation did not respond at all.
In an instant, Yun Yang's face also darkened.
"Hahaha, this poem is not very good in Gu's opinion. You still want to impress Mr. Ye? Save it!"
The prince saw this and laughed.
"Stop pretending! If Yun Yang's poems are not good, how can you be?"
Li Kan looked at Ling Tian, "Yun Yang is better than him no matter what!"
"Haha, I'm afraid I have disappointed the prince. Prince Yun Yang's poems are nothing more than that. They are no better than a year ago!"
At this time, Ling Tian flew to the center of the platform again and stood with his hands behind his back.
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