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There are too many contestants in the first round, and if the number of judges is too small, it may take several days to review the contestants' poems.

There are several waiters beside each judge, who are responsible for reading the contestants' poems.

After the poem is sung, the corresponding literary spirit will be activated.

The judges will easily judge the promotion list based on the style and color.

It can greatly save time in marking papers.

An hour passed quickly, and all contestants submitted their works.

The officials at the judging panel began to appreciate the contestants' works one by one.

One poem after another was read out by the waiters, the judges' seats were full of literary energy, and various colors complemented each other.

The literati in the square were talking a lot.

"Wow... It seems that most of the town and county poems are blue? Almost 90% of them?"

"It's normal. Most of the contestants are the top few from a big state, and the elimination rate in the first round is so high. If the poems are lower than the level of town and county poems, wouldn't it be a joke?"

"That's absolutely true, but it seems that Zhenjun poetry has almost no hope of advancing. Those who can advance this time should be all poems above Zhenzhou poetry?"

"Indeed, did you see hundreds of purple rays of light? They are all Zhenzhou poems."

"Alas... It's over. My poems seem to be just town and county poems. There is no hope."

"Yes, it was a mistake. Who knew there would be so many Zhenzhou poems? If I had known this, I would have made a cruel decision to compose a Zhenzhou poem.

Originally, I wanted to save it for the second or third round before using Zhenzhou Poetry, but I didn’t expect that I was tricked.”

"Me too, what a pity."

"Haha... don't be disappointed. With our level, even if we make it to the second round, we will still be kicked down."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"You don't know about the Hongxiuge Pavilion Poetry Meeting a few days ago, right? Not only did there appear poems that support the country, but also a masterpiece that is close to being handed down from generation to generation.

In today’s grand gathering, the master who wrote the exquisite poems will definitely participate, do you think you still have a chance?”

"What the hell? Are you trying to trick me? How could a poem handed down from ancient times appear?"

"Heh...is there any benefit in lying to you? It is said that His Highness the eldest prince had a bet with the big boss, and then the big boss composed a superb poem.

This matter alarmed His Majesty the Emperor. But for some unknown reason, His Majesty the Emperor did not summon the big boss."

"Ma Dan, if that's the case, who will win the poetry competition today?"

"It's not necessarily true. It's already an exaggeration to write a superb poem. If you can write a second one, then it won't go to heaven?"

"Haha, that's quite true."

"I do think that in today's poetry competition, in the finals, it is very likely that there will be truly handed down poems. At the worst, there will be one or two excellent poems that are close to the level of handed down poems."

"Oh? How can you see it?"

"Think about it, everyone, there is Zhuyu, the master who wrote poetry that is close to being handed down from generation to generation. If there is no poem that is close to the level of poetry that is handed down from generation to generation in the finals.

Doesn't that mean that the tens of thousands of scholars present are not as good as that old man?"

"Who among the top talents in a large state would not be arrogant and arrogant? How could they be willing to be subordinated to others? You talents may have already been gearing up to write world-shattering poems."

"Haha, that makes sense. I am looking forward to the final result of the poetry conference more and more."

“Looking forward to it!”

“Looking forward to plus one!”

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