Five people competed, Chang Zhen and Chang Ping stopped writing and thinking hard.
Ye Feng's back was as straight as a green pine or a strong bamboo. He lowered his head and kept his eyes unblinking under his eyelashes. He was writing with a brush in his hand, but he had already written nearly ten poems in a short time.
Although King Ze kept writing, he was restless, his hands kept scratching, his eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and from time to time the poems he had written would be crumpled into a ball and thrown away in disgust.
Looking at Gu Chunuan lazily yawning, her hands kept moving, and she wrote a poem in just a few strokes. Although she was the last to write, she wrote the most poems of anyone except Ye Feng.
of.
Master Xu was cursing again, "Arrogant, too arrogant. How long has it been since this happened? Who is she still showing off to?"
Everyone in the Royal Academy shook their heads and sighed.
So what if you win two games, you still have to lose the next three games.
According to their opinion, the first place this time is probably the shabby scholar Ye Feng.
Gu Chunuan's speed was too fast. After writing one song after another, the other four people looked up at Gu Chunuan in confusion.
I don’t know what kind of medicine she sells in her gourd.
Even the Night Emperor was dumbfounded.
Does Gu Chunuan not even think about writing poems?
Xiao Lizi's eyes rolled, and he bent down and spoke, "Your Majesty, even the Poet Immortal back then couldn't write a poem. Miss Gu San was clearly deliberately causing trouble. I thought I should hang her poem out for everyone."
look."
The Night Emperor nodded with satisfaction.
Xiao Lizi understands his thoughts more and more.
The Emperor of the Night coughed lightly and said loudly, "Miss Gu San is so fast, so she must have written very good poems. Why don't you let everyone first listen to what poems Miss Gu San has written."
Almost everyone is waiting to see her laugh.
As the eunuch recited it, the whole audience fell into silence.
"The luminous cup of grape wine will remind you immediately if you want to drink with the pipa. Lord Don't laugh while you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
Hiss...
There were gasps one after another in the Royal Academy of Nottingham University.
Everyone's eyes widened, and even the four people who were writing furiously stopped writing and looked at Gu Chunuan.
Can a straw bag write such a heroic and aspirational poem as Lord Grim lying drunk on the battlefield? How many people have fought in ancient times?
They must have heard wrong.
"I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family members even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one less person planted with dogwood trees."
This poem vividly describes the loneliness and desolation of a wanderer living in a foreign land. On festive occasions, he misses his relatives even more.
What a great saying: I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season...
Oh my God, are they hearing hallucinations in their ears?
"The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."
Snap...
Chang Zhen and Chang Ping were so shocked that they dropped the pens in their hands.
"The threads on the hands of a wanderer are like the clothes on a wanderer's body. They are closely sewed before leaving, for fear of returning late. Whoever speaks an inch of grass with a heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring."
Master Xu pointed at the lazy Gu Chunuan in shock. His whole body was trembling. There seemed to be thousands of words in his throat, but he could not utter a single word.
He was shocked, completely shocked.
"The grass on the Lili plain dries up and flourishes every year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows."
Xiao Yuxuan swallowed his saliva and asked Xiang Liu Yue, "Is the ugly girl really a straw bag?"
Liu Yue and Yu Hui shook their heads vigorously.
If you call this a straw bag, then what does it mean to be a genius?
"Purple smoke rises from the incense burner under the sun, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance. The water flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky."
Prime Minister Gu was dumbfounded and could not come back to his senses for a long time. Looking at Gu Chunuan who was writing poems and dozing off, he felt very strange and felt that she was so similar to her dead mother at this time.