Puff, I don’t know who didn’t control his mouth, and laughed out loud. This is not like a poem. Is this clearly a limerick poem that folk kids talk about when they are fighting? It’s not elegant. Generally, the flowering period cannot be spanned two seasons.

Listening to everyone's laughter, General Guo's old face had no place to put, his face was flushed and his head was lowered. The family was unfortunate!

Even Emperor Yuan couldn't help but sneer. General Guo almost fainted and threw his shame in front of the emperor. When this kid left the palace, he had to slap him dozens of whips before he could breathe!

However, the word "花" is at least the third one, so it can barely pass the test.

The next one is Zhao Lun, who is an orphan. He thought he had never read any poetry and books, but he did not expect that he was calm: "The plum blossoms in the winter solstice are sad and pity themselves."

Qin Feng felt a little moved, and he said that the plum blossoms in the winter solstice were sad and pity, and the plum blossoms were lonely and cold, and they were proud and self-pity. How could he feel the sadness in this person's heart? He couldn't help but look at Zhao Lun, swept into his eyes, and capture a trace of anger and grief.

This is because the original family is quite miserable. Now they are all successful and still feel so compassionate. Qin Feng thought of his original happy family and looked at the experience of this poor concubine's son, and he was not qualified to sympathize with others.

Bai Lianzhou had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Zhao Lun finished speaking, he immediately followed up - "The snow melted the remaining pink flowers appeared."

Puchi, Qin Feng was stunned. Bai Lianzhou was still a lingering flower troupe, and the flower ornaments were decorative objects placed by a woman on her forehead.

This trend was brought up by the girls from Hongyulou. Maybe this Lord Bai is also a regular visitor of Hongyulou.

What is the residual powder of snow? The heavy snow falls on the girl's face and melts the powder. The flower ornaments between the eyebrows are even more obvious. Such a picture-like poem, the word flower is indeed stuck on the fifth word, which is purely a real life experience, which is truly amazing.

But those adults who often hang out in the flower building all smiled knowingly, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Emperor Yuan groaned: "You are a romantic figure who is a child."

Bai Lianzhou was eager to achieve success, but this poem that showed off his intestines appeared. He was very upset and blushed. After a long time, he bent down: "The official is ashamed."

"Although he is a little romantic, it also conforms to the rules of the Feihua Order. You are considered to pass the test." Emperor Yuan turned to see his daughter's expression. Sure enough, he saw Xiao Lingyao's expression impatient and contemptuous eyes. Emperor Yuan seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed slightly: "Continue."

The rest was Qin Feng. Thanks to Bai Lianzhou's romantic poems, he bought him some time. Qin Feng paused and Xiao Lingyao's heart was stuck in his throat. He ranked sixth. The word "flower" must be on the sixth character, even she didn't expect it for a while.

"I want to wet the rain of apricot blossoms with my clothes."

After savoring it, Taifu Qin gave a closer look. This sentence describes the rainy season scenery of the apricot blossom season, which is wonderful!

Qin Yun was holding a wine glass. When he heard it, the wine in the glass was spilling out unsteadily. Did Qin Feng write this poem?

"Okay!!" Emperor Yuan clapped his high-fives and said, "What a wet man's clothes. I wonder what the next sentence of the Qin Langzhong can answer?"

Fortunately, Qin Feng still remembers the next sentence, but it seems that everyone thought it was his original work, so they pretended to think for a while, and then slowly said: "I want to wet the rain of apricot blossoms when I get tired of my clothes, but I don't have the cold face to blow the wind of willows."

Emperor Yuan savored it carefully and felt that it had a southern charm. He couldn't help but think of the beautiful figure he had seen in the rain. He tightened the wine glass in his hand, and there was a hint of sadness in his expression: "Good poems, good poems, I didn't expect that Qin Langzhong would have such talent."

Bai Lianzhou's face turned pale. Among the six people here, he was the only one who was a complete civil servant. He was a dignified cabinet attendant, but he was not as good as a small doctor. It was really embarrassing that the Bai family, not far away, could not help but cover their faces with their sleeves.

"No one was out in this round." Eunuch Hong's sharp voice sounded: "Then come to the second round. Is it unclear whether His Majesty will point out the topic, or the Princess's Palace?"

Xiao Lingyao took the initiative to say, "I would like to ask my father to give me a title in this round."

Emperor Yuan was moved when he thought of his graceful manner in the battlefield, so he said, "Let's use the horse as the topic."

I am worthy of being an emperor, and I still miss the iron horse in my bones!

This time, it was still in the order just now. If there was something that could not be said, it would be necessary to withdraw, and the ranking would naturally be decided.

Zuo Pingdao frowned, and his reaction this time was a beat slower than before, and finally thought of a sentence - "The horse cried and hissed and raised the flag."

Emperor Yuan took a breath, and said, "The poem "The horse's hooves hissed, thousands of troops swayed on the battlefield, and the battle flag fluttered in the wind!"

Zuo Pingdao swept over Emperor Yuan's expression and knew that he had bet right, so he showed his slightest lust.

Unexpectedly, Qi Heng, who was beside him, immediately said: "The iron horse and the ice river break through the grief!"

Zuo Pingdao was stunned. This poem was more tragic than his. Emperor Yuan, who had not yet ascended the throne, led the army to fight, and countless casualties were killed and injured. The righteous brother, who had the deepest feelings, also died on the battlefield, which made Emperor Yuan feel in pain and roared with his brother's body.

In the end, leading the army to revenge has become a good story.

It was winter that year, and the battlefield was in the north, and thousands of troops crossed the glacier and directly attacked the enemy's camp!

Qi Heng was honest and did not show any signs of dew before. It turned out that he had already figured out the thoughts of Emperor Yuan, and the iron horse and ice rivers broke the grief. It was obvious that he flattered Emperor Yuan's loyalty for his brother's righteousness. He really flattered him!

Emperor Yuan was indeed touched by his thoughts, his eyes were slightly deeper, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, very good."

Eunuch Hong looked at the expression of Emperor Yuan and quickly said, "Then continue flying the flying flower order. It's time to turn three."

It was Guo Shitong's turn. The two of them showed great performances before. Guo Shitong was like being attacked by two people. His mood was already in chaos. He suddenly came to himself. He was mute for a moment and his mind was blank.

General Guo, who was sitting not far away, was so angry that his beard shook. Seeing this boy's appearance, he was about to finish his life. Alas, this boy has loved martial arts since he was a child, and it was no problem for him to read and write, as if he had lost his life. Today he finally fell into trouble.

As expected, Guo Shitong's face turned red and he didn't think of a word. He could only curl his body awkwardly and retreat silently.

Qin Feng frowned, this is a variable!

Guo Shitong was eliminated, and the person who was supposed to be the third round became Zhao Lun. If there were no more variables, it would be Zhao Lun's round three and Bai Lianzhou's round four. He wanted to be the fifth round five, and it was no longer the sixth round. It was a pity that he just thought of just now on the poem "The sixth round horse" that he had just thought of.

This variable is the one who should be the one who should be panicked the most after this. It is rare to see this seventh-grade master having a hint of hesitation in his eyebrows. Qin Feng was thinking whether it would be a sudden slight trouble for two people. When he was about to go from round 5 to round 4, Zhao Lun spoke.

"It's hard to return."

Another sad poem! The sun sets, but the horse loses its direction and it is difficult to return home!
Chapter completed!