After receiving praise from everyone, Shenglong laughed a few times, glanced at Princess Ouliya intentionally or unintentionally, and then threw the pen and retreated...

Next, someone took turns to write poems, and several excellent works were published.

At this time, another person Shi Shiran came to the center of the table, picked up the pen and ink on the table, paused, looked confident, and then came to a blank banner, picked up the pen and wrote.

"Isn't that the young master Qiufeng, who is known as the three rising stars in the poetry world!"

"I wonder what excellent works he will have today, so we can look forward to it."

"Young Master Qiufeng is now in his prime and is famous. This poetry meeting is obviously about to show his strength again, and his literary reputation has been further improved!"

There was a whispering sound all around, and the autumn wind was written on the poem at this moment.

I saw him dancing with dragons and snakes, and wrote on the blank banner:

"Now there are beautiful women who envy their good quality, and are pure and mellow in their jade; they admire their gorgeous clothes, and are shining with articles. They love their appearance, and their fragrance is fragrant and jade-carved; they beautify their attitude, and the phoenix is ​​flying with dragons. They are as plain as the spring plum blossoms and snow. They are as clean as the autumn chrysanthemums are covered with frost. They are as quiet as the pines are growing in empty valleys. They are as beautiful as the clouds are reflected in the clear pond. They are as beautiful as the dragons are wandering in the crooked swamps. They are as magical as the moon is shooting in the cold river. How strange is it, is it true that the Yao Pool is the same as the purple palace. Such beauty is so beautiful!"

"Okay, good poetry! So beautiful!"

When he stopped his pen, there was a tide of praise and cheers all over him.

When the great sage Yi He saw this poem, he nodded repeatedly and said, "This poem in Qiu Feng has fully described the beauty of a beauty. Just looking at the description of this beauty is the first in this poetry meeting. Even if it is a latecomer, I am afraid that there is no other way out!"

When I heard the great poet Yi He praise this, the praises from all over the place were heard one after another.

Looking at the tide of praise in the venue, the autumn wind was even more proud and confident. I was very satisfied with the poem I wrote. I couldn't help but glance at the untouchable in a remote corner. A trace of pride and disdain arose in my heart. I don't believe it. Can you, the untouchable, write a more beautiful beauty than this?

When the third prince Ahanyu saw this poem, he praised it and said, "Mr. Qiufeng's poem seems to be the best! Qiufeng's master is indeed well-known. No wonder the Nine Emperor Sister hired you as a literary servant! Unfortunately, I was one step slower, otherwise I would definitely have to snatch it with the Nine Emperor Sister!"

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Princess Ouliya also laughed. As a literary servant in the mansion, Qiu Feng made outstanding poems, so she naturally had a bright face. She immediately smiled and said, "Brother, the Third Emperor, there are not many celebrities in your mansion. You even have to compete with me!"

The third prince Ahanyu said, "Although there are many literary servants in our mansion, they are not as good as the autumn wind in the Nine Emperor's Mansion!"

Hearing this, the literary servants of the third prince Ahanyu who followed him all looked awkward and had no face. The literati were despised, so they didn't think that. They were all inferior to Qiu Feng, but they also knew that the third prince was a jealous joke. If they couldn't take it seriously, they would do what they could do, and they could say that the third prince was not right?

Qiufeng hurriedly said, "The Third Prince has won the award. Qiufeng has learned a little and has learned vulgarity. He dares not be as good as the celebrities and talents in His Highness's mansion!"

The third prince Ahanyu laughed and said, "I am a joke, don't care!"

After the poem by Qiu Feng came out, the atmosphere of this poetry meeting reached a warm peak.

At this time, the golden general Senran also walked up and said, "When I saw Mr. Qiu Feng's masterpiece, I, a rough man, had a short time to make a mistake!"

When everyone saw this, they cheered.

Amid the noise of the crowd, Na Senran walked forward, took the pen and ink, and wrote on a blank banner. He wrote:

"There are silk shoes under the feet, and the tortoiseshell light on the head.

The waist is like silk, and the ears are bright moonlight.

The fingers are like peeling onion roots, and the mouth is like a pearl pill.

The delicate steps are unparalleled.”

"Okay, good poetry!"

"What a beautiful beauty who is incomparable!"

"I didn't expect General Senran could write such a masterpiece!"

Hearing this, someone couldn't help but complain, "Is there anyone who praises people like this?" What does it mean that General Senran could also write such a masterpiece. Should General Senran not be able to write it?"

There was a tide of praise from all over the place.

Na Senran abandoned the pen and walked down, and could not help but feel a little lustful on his face. He glanced at Princess Ouliya intentionally or unintentionally, and the vague meaning was as if, look, Sen Hai also had his own literary talent in his heart, and he was also an elegant person who could write such a masterpiece!

The third prince Ahanyu said: "General Senran's poem is worthy of being the first-class. The general's instant talent is extremely admired!"

Senran laughed and said, "The Third Prince has been awarded a prize, it's just a small test, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

Hearing this, someone next to him burst into laughter. This was just a small test. If it were a big test, what would it be?

Princess Ouliya couldn't help laughing, and smiled like a spring flower blooming.

Na Senran didn't feel any embarrassment. Seeing Princess Ouliya's bright and beautiful smile, she couldn't help but feel a little confused for a moment.

The third prince Ahanyu coughed lightly, thinking that he didn't know who was the one who picked up the poem. At this time, he turned his eyes to Wuding, the golden prince who was confident on the side, and said, "I think Wuding hasn't been on the stage yet. I guess he has already been confident and ready to make a big splash!"

When everyone saw this, they all followed suit and asked the other party to come on stage.

Wu Ding smiled faintly, without refusing, and said, "Since that's the case, I'll be ugly. Don't laugh at me!"

The third prince Ahanyu took the lead in applauding: "Although Wuding's poems are not many, it is undoubtedly all exquisite works. We can look forward to it carefully, so everyone will wait and see."

"Young Master Wuding doesn't take action easily. Once you take action, you will definitely be a masterpiece. We are here waiting to read the masterpiece." Everyone also echoed and supported them.

Princess Ouliya smiled and said, "Don't praise him all the time. If his poem fails to be written later, wouldn't it be a big joke!"

"Where is it, Mr. Wuding will definitely be extraordinary when he takes action!" Everyone flattered and pleased each other.

"You should stop praising him. The more you praise him, the more ugly you will be, the worse it will be." Princess Ouliya said with a smile again.

When Yin Yi, Lin Ying, Luo Shu, Shenglong and others saw him, they felt a little sad. The princess's words were self-evident. Otherwise, why wouldn't the princess say this when she came on stage?

They were really cursing at this moment, and it would be great if Wuding wrote a nonsense limerick like this.

Wuding walked to the center of the platform, took the pen and ink, came to a blank banner, and in the eyes of everyone, he picked up the pen and started writing, and he wrote:

"Emperors have beautiful women, who are peerless and independent. They look at the city and the country, and they look at the country. How can they not know how to be beautiful women? It is hard to get a beautiful woman again!"

After writing a few strokes, I threw the pen around and bowed to me: "I'm so ugly, I'm so ugly!"

"Okay, what a poem!" After amazement, the sound of praise rang out like a tide.

"A glance at the city, and then the country! It's really extraordinary, and you can't stop talking even if you don't say anything astonishing!"

"What a beautiful beauty!"

"There is such a beauty, she is really a peerless beauty, and she can't get it again!"

"In this poem, there is no sentence that describes a beauty, but a beautiful woman who is fascinating to the whole country has already appeared on the paper, which makes people think a lot!"

...

The praises everywhere were endless, and it was not all flattering and supportive words. But it was indeed amazing when I first saw such wonderful poems.

The great wise man Bai Fu praised: "A look at the city and the country is more beautiful. It would be better to have less beauty like this, otherwise the city and country will be gone!"

Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this.

The great sage Yihe said with a slight interest: "Don't worry, Mr. Bai, didn't you say that Mr. Wuding said, "It's hard to get a beautiful woman again!" Such a beautiful woman is unparalleled, how can she always have it!"

Seeing this poem come out, I was originally looking forward to the other party showing an ugly silver wing, Linying, Shenglong, Luoshu and others suddenly faded. The other party is a golden general, so their practice is naturally not comparable to them. I didn’t expect that the other party’s literary talent is also so outstanding, so how can they “get it”?

Yi He praised again: "Originally, I had already planned the article Qiu Feng as the leader, but now the undecided song comes out, it makes people embarrassed again!"

Bai Fu said: "The two poems have their own merits, and they are indeed bright at the same time, but there is no need to judge them too early. Maybe there will be masterpieces later."

Hearing this, the third prince Ahanyu, who was standing beside him, felt a little shocked for no reason, and his eyes couldn't help but look at someone in a remote place. The untouchable had no movement yet, so I wonder what would happen?

Then he secretly comforted himself, "Why do I fear so much for so many masterpieces here? I don't believe it. Could he still write works such great works like Guan Guai? I am afraid that the untouchables will be so scared that they will not dare to show their ugly face when they see these masterpieces here."

Thinking of this, my heart was a little calmer.

Next, some people took turns to play, and there were also some excellent works, but they were no longer seen as stunning and amazing works as before. At this time, the poems at the Zhangtai Festival showed a few tides of ending.

Seeing the scene that had become a little lonely, the third prince Ahanyu stopped when he saw it was ready. At this moment, he looked around and said, "If no one comes on stage again, then this poetry meeting will be over and you can start the judgment."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the attendees turned to a remote place on the stage, and the atmosphere in the venue became a little quiet and strange for a moment.

Although I disdained that untouchable, I have to say that everyone was looking forward to it. The other party had not been moved, but I was afraid that they were already timid. However, it would be nice to ask the other party to come up and show their ugly face. (To be continued...)
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