Xu Miaojin's song "Looking at Plum Blossoms in the Snow" immediately delighted these literati.
I saw everyone standing up excitedly, and their free flattery was clearly shown in the photo.
"Okay, great, Miss Miaojin deserves the name of a female."
"Miss Miaojin is afraid that she will be called a female student again next year."
"It's a pity that Miss Miaojin is not a man. Otherwise, she would have been granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister. I'm afraid that if she becomes the number one scholar in the scientific examination, nothing will happen to her without us."
"This sentence can only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world."
Hey hey hey, your flattery is too fake, isn’t it? It’s over, it’s over.
Xu Miaojin blushed, especially after reading Li Xiuzhu's poem, she felt even more embarrassed.
What I did was good, but I can only be called good.
The embarrassed Xu Miaojin strongly understood what it was like to die in society. If she had the ability, she would have three rooms and one living room at her feet.
When Wang Tong saw this, he knew that his situation was over, so he just licked her, maybe he would win the favor of the girls and his life would take off.
Wang Tong stood up with his fists clasped, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I thought I would get a great work today, and it would definitely become a blockbuster, but I didn't expect to meet a female student."
"Miss Miaojin's beauty of seeing plum blossoms in the snow is beyond me."
"If there is an opportunity in the future, I look forward to asking Miss Miaojin for advice."
At this moment, all the men present except Li Xiuzhu started to curse in their hearts after a meal.
As the saying goes, smile on your face but sell your goods in your heart.
The bastard's abacus was making a clanging sound, and they could hear it clearly even from a distance of more than ten meters.
Li Chengyu frowned slightly and planned to go down and warn this bastard to stay away from Xu Miaojin.
Wang Shichao was not as good as Li Chengyu, so he immediately said: "Wang Tong, what level are you at? If your level is not good, you should ask the master for advice. Why can't the master teach you?"
"The abacus made a snapping sound. I could hear it even from where I was standing."
"No self-awareness at all."
"You..." Wang Tong was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Wang Shichao to attack him so shamelessly.
"Am I not worthy, are you worthy?"
Although Wang Shichao was not good at poetry, he had a good brain. After hearing the words, he said directly: "I am not worthy either, so I know myself and only look for a master so as not to ruin the reputation of women."
This... bastard, I feel so aggrieved. Does he mean that I am ruining the reputation of girls?
"Pfft~"
"Haha~"
"Brother Wang, please speak quickly."
"..."
Regardless of men and women, everyone is supporting Wang Shichao at this time.
Even Xu Miaojin couldn't help but take another look at Wang Shichao.
She didn't want to discuss poetry with Wang Tong. Wouldn't it be nice to discuss poetry with Mr. Hou?
At this time, the attendant who was chanting and paying attention to the time felt that it was time for him to show off. If he didn't speak up, he might be troubled again.
"Please continue to enjoy the poems."
"Chang'e dances at night, Wenjie Princess Li Biyao."
"It's too late for the beautiful flowers in the sky. When people are idle, the jade trees create their own fragrance."
"Ye Shen Yue Leng Yao's stage is quiet, and she is probably dancing in neon clothes with long sleeves."
For a moment, everyone was stunned again, it was another good poem.
The poetry of Xu Miaojin, a female student, can be said to be on a par with her.
Some people may prefer Chang'e's Night Dance, while others may prefer watching plum blossoms in the snow.
Although Princess Wenjie is already married and has little investment value, she is a princess after all. Who dares to offend her? Who dares to let her suffer injustice?
Li Chengyu was the first to express his stance.
"The song Chang'e Dances at Night by the Four Emperors Sister is full of fantasy. Just listening to the poem makes people feel like they are in a fairyland. It is really excellent."
"Yes, the poem written by Fourth Sister is probably very different from the poems written by female student Xu Miaojin."
Li Shishi blinked as she spoke.
"Maybe the fourth sister will also be named a girl next year."
Hearing this, Li Chengyu glanced at Xu Miaojin and hurriedly said: "Miaojin's poetry and prose are also excellent. Although the two are very different, but let me choose, I still like Miaojin's poetry more."
Listening to Li Chengyu calling Miaojin, Xu Miaojin frowned slightly, but she did not refute.
Li Chengyu is a prince and cannot act on his own initiative.
But after hearing what Li Chengyu said, Xu Miaojin suddenly stood up and looked at Li Xiuzhu.
"The Marquis is a master of poetry. What does the Marquis think of Miaojin and Princess's poems?"
"???Draining trouble to the east? Or what is the purpose?"
Fu Yuehua can rarely hear Li Xiuzhu's inner voice now, as if Li Xiuzhu speaks with ease but has no idea.
When she heard this, she was stunned for a moment before reacting, and then she looked at Xu Miaojin with an unkind expression.
Li Xiuzhu didn't care what Xu Miaojin had in mind and said, "As His Highness said, the two are very different. Which one is better depends entirely on personal preference."
"As for me, a husband-in-law, I naturally prefer my Baguio's poems."
Li Xiuzhu's unabashed words not only made Li Biyao's and other girls' eyes light up, but Xu Miaojin's eyes also lit up.
Helping the bride first and then taking care of the family is the sense of security that women need.
Be reasonable? Do I need you to be reasonable with me?
Li Biyao didn't care about these false reputations now. He wrote poems just for fun, so he immediately said: "Let's read the next poem."
"There is no need for you to argue over me. I don't value these things very much."
Li Biyao's open-mindedness immediately attracted the favor of many people, both men and women.
It's just that the men felt a little pity that Li Biyao got married, and some of them even felt a little bit like a thief when they looked at Li Biyao, who was now beginning to mature and be charming.
It is true that everyone hates Cao's thieves, and everyone wants to be Cao's thieves.
It's a pity that they only have hearts, not lives.
Just like most of the people here.
The attendant in charge of singing listened to Li Biyao's words and quickly read the next poem.
Because Li Xiuzhu and Li Biyao were next to each other, it was naturally his turn.
Li Biyao didn't care just now, but now he became serious, wanting to see the reactions of these talented people next.
Thinking of the provocative Wang Shichao before, Li Biyao glanced at him meaningfully.
I don't know if the child will be affected.
"Winter boudoir resentment, non-discipline layman, Li Xiuzhu."
It’s just the beginning, and it’s already broken before the main text appears.
"What? Is he a Buddhist layman?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible...!"
"If he is not a layman, wouldn't it mean that the most controversial poem that won the Poetry King this year was written by Li Xiuzhu?"
"Really, do I hit myself?"
"Fuck..."
"Bullshit..."
The argument didn't last long, because when he saw them arguing, the singer just paused, but it was only a pause.
"Flying snowflakes warm the fragrance of the cheeks, and the fragrance of the cheeks melts and warms the flying snowflakes."
Listening to the chanting, the waiter didn't wait for them to start reciting the verses, and everyone was quiet for a while.
But this tranquility is only superficial, and everyone's hearts are not as peaceful as they appear.
From just the first sentence of the poem, they noticed something was wrong.
This poem seems to be symmetrical?
"Let the snow be bullied by my single clothes, and my clothes by my own clothes can be bullied by the snow."
Hiss, it's true! At this moment, they all realized Li Xiuzhu's power.
"It's time for plum blossoms to bloom, and it's time for plum blossoms to bloom for farewell."
"If you don't return home late, you will hate to leave late; if you leave late, you will regret not returning."