Amid the laughter, Wang Tuan'er glared at Ah Hu and said:

"Why don't you take it down?"

"Why should I take it?"

Ah Hu, who was gnawing on the chicken legs, looked puzzled.

"Can you humiliate you if you don't take it down and let them read it out?"

Wang Tuaner was a little excited.

"It's not written by me, I can't humiliate me if I want to humiliate me. Moreover, my senior's poems are very good, so let him read them."

Ah Hu smiled while gnawing at the chicken legs.

"I can't explain it to you!"

Wang Tuan'er glared at Ah Hu, then stood up and went to the stage, preparing to take down the three poems.

She didn't want to lose the poetry ceremony and gain a reputation without being arrogant.

Li Bai's mouth was still clattering indifferently, sitting in Han Yanluo's arms eating.

Anyway, he has done his best, and Wang Tuaner himself has no choice but to give up.

"Sister, I heard that your three poems were written by the mysterious man who wrote "The Legend of the Warriors". This must be a rare masterpiece. Isn't it a pity for my sister to take them back like this?"

However, before Wang Tuan'er could get on the stage, she was stopped by Song Jinhua with a smile.

Today's poetry meeting is already a sure win. She doesn't mind humiliating Qiyanlou again, so that it will be completely ruined, and it will be difficult to turn over in the future.

"It's a pity, it's all about me, Qiyanlou, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Since it was written by the mysterious man who wrote the "Xia Ke Xing", Mother Wang would rather let us take a look. We are also very curious."

Wang Tuan'er naturally had no good expression on Song Jinhua, but she spoke, and the drinkers and scholars below started to cheer together.

The previous song "The Legend of the Warriors" made the literati such as Sailyecheng talk for a long time. Now that I heard that the mysterious man has a new work, how could they not be curious?

"Mom, please let Mr. Wenshan read it."

Wang Tuan'er wanted to persevere, but Han Yanluo suddenly spoke.

"Forget it, just listen if you want to, I don't care."

Wang Tuaner shook his hands.

"Sister is really a person who knows the generalities."

Song Jinhua, who had succeeded in her plan, "giggled" and covered her mouth and smiled.

Song Jinhua was not worried about the so-called mysterious man. Because she had been preparing to invite the mysterious man to attend the poetry meeting, she had asked someone to follow up and investigate Ah Hu for about a month. She searched all the people Ah Hu had come into contact with in the past month, but none of them seemed to be able to write the poem "Xia Ke Xing". Therefore, she dared to conclude that this poem "Xia Ke Xing" must have been copied by Ah Hu from somewhere, and a poem of this level cannot be published within ten years. It is impossible for him to copy another poem. As for finding someone to write for him, any literary talent in Shuoye City has been bribed by her. Where can Ah Hu go to find someone to write for him?

So Song Jinhua dares to conclude that these three poems in Ah Hu must be laughable and ridiculous works that make up numbers randomly.

This is also why she is so careless.

When the middle-aged scribe heard that the three poems in his hand were from the same person as the "Xia Ke Xing", he became curious. After receiving Wang Tuaner's approval, he immediately opened an envelope and started reading it while reading:

"Give it to Yanluo, one of them. The jade steps are full of white dew, and the silk stockings are invaded for a long time at night. But I put the crystal curtain down and looked at the autumn moon in a delicate way."

When the middle-aged scribe read the last sentence, his voice trembled.

Many people who originally wanted to watch the show closed their mouths at this time.

Even the thought-provoking Song Zhiwen suddenly became serious.

And a strong sense of uneasiness emerged in Song Jinhua's heart.

The second song is immediately followed.

This time, the middle-aged scholar's hands trembled a little when he opened the envelope.

After calming down his mood, he then read and said, "Give it to Yanluo, the second is that the beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deep in frowning her eyebrows. But she saw the tears wet, and I don't know who she hated."

This time he finished reading it in one breath, without any pauses in the middle and his tone was very stable.

But after reading it, he seemed to be stationary, staring at the poem in his hand blankly, as if he was trapped in the situation in the poem, completely forgot that he was at the poetry meeting.

The other people's reaction was similar to his.

If you don’t understand poetry, you may not have a big reaction. However, although the drinkers and scholars present are not very talented, at least they are fine in their ability to appreciate poetry. The more you understand, the more you can understand the wonders of these two poems.

For example, Song Zhiwen.

After listening to the first poem, his greatest feeling was that he was surprised that in such a remote place, he could actually find a person with outstanding poetry talent.

After listening to the second song, his surprise turned into fright, which was a kind of scare that the younger wave was about to be beaten to death on the beach by the previous wave.

The ones that were hit the most were Han Yanluo and Liu Yeqing.

Because these two poems coincide with their recent mood, they felt mixed feelings and thoughts for a while.

"What about the third song."

The first one to speak was Han Yanluo. Her eyes were slightly red and her eyebrows were furrowed, as if she was trying hard to hide her emotions in her heart.

Her voice woke the middle-aged scholar up.

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly opened the third envelope. This time, no matter how he controlled his emotions, his hands still couldn't stop trembling, so it took him a long time to open the envelope.

Then he was anxious to pull a page of paper out of the envelope.

His eyes fell on the paper excitedly and eagerly.

But after a while, everyone in the building heard no sound.

"Read it, read it quickly."

Someone couldn't help but call.

"oh oh."

The middle-aged scholar was awakened again. It turned out that he was just watching and forgot to read it out.

"Give it to Yanluo, the third is clear and flat. The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for...the jade... I saw it on the hill, I would have met the jade platform... I met under the moon."

He couldn't help but finish reading the third poem with a trembling slight trembling.

After hearing this, Song Zhiwen first felt a strong sense of jealousy in his heart, just like when he heard his nephew's words "The flowers are similar every year, but every year, they are different every year." But when he thought of his current situation, his arms were drooping, and he sat on the chair weakly, and then murmured with his eyes blankly: "Everything is gone, all are gone..."

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade hills, they would meet under the moon on the jade platform."

Han Yanluo couldn't help but whisper and then stood there in a daze.

In an instant, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Ah Hu, and asked with sharp eyes:

"Who is it? Who is the one who wrote these poems!"

At the same time, Li Bai, who was still sitting in Han Yanluo's arms, a system prompt sounded in his mind:
Chapter completed!