"Like a Dream", "Drunken Flower Yin", "Slow Voice", "Wulingchun", "A Cut of Plum Blossoms", these poems, one after another, express thoughts and sorrows, and can be regarded as eternal quatrains, so beautiful. Extreme.
The green luan in the golden cage flapped its wings and kept shouting, as if cheering.
"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frowned, but it was in my heart..." Someone murmured, and when they saw this sentence, they couldn't help covering their faces and started crying. That unforgettable lovesickness is like poison, and the uncontrollable feeling floods my heart again after it sprouts.
"Flowers float and water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of sorrow." Nie Daiyu raised her head after reading in a hoarse voice. She didn't know what sad thing she thought of, and she tried her best to suppress her tears.
"Searching and searching, deserted, miserable and miserable." Xiao Luo was stunned after reading it. What kind of talent, what kind of genius, can write such words, fourteen overlapping words, sad and miserable. , weeping and complaining, every word filled with tears, who can rival him! Who would have thought!
"Green, fat, red and thin... Green, fat, red and thin! Exquisite! Genius! Genius!" An old scholar stood up and shouted excitedly, pointing to the poem on the Wutong platform, "Such a great talent can only be seen once in a lifetime. No regrets!"
"Things are different and people are not the same. Let's shed tears first if you want to speak." When Qi Han saw these words, he forgot where he was and was shocked by this terrible talent.
The last one was Duan Yuling, the lord of Meicheng City. He looked at the poems on the Wutong Platform with emotion. He had never thought that there was a person who could write thoughts and sorrows that were so heartbreaking that he couldn't help but cover his heart. This person was enough to make history. Leave your name.
Xiao Yi and Lan Yu's eyes met, and both of them lowered their heads calmly and retreated from the Wutong Terrace.
How can their poetry be compared with it? They were so proud when they competed just now, but now they know that their talents are limited.
But how lucky they are to be able to see such a masterpiece today.
"Caibi" seems to be less important at this time. Li Qingzhao's poems are like real treasures taken from an unknown treasure house, dazzling and breathtaking.
When Doumei City was first established, the city lord was a woman, and he had set the rule that the "caibi" must be a woman. Countless people have ridiculed this rule, but now, Li Qingzhao's poems have made "Cai Bi" more brilliant.
The meaning of sorrow, pain and lovesickness in these words is subtle and subtle. If it were not a female poet, how could she write such delicate and dexterous words.
"Caibi" Weiyang City wins! No doubt about it!
At this time, Li Qingzhao stood up, but like Zhao Feiyan, he searched under the Wutong stage. When he saw Xiao Yi, who was copying her poems with his head down, he smiled brightly.
Xiao Yi was called by the maid next to her, and somehow she held her breath when she saw Li Qingzhao's smile. The woman in front of her seemed to be smiling at her across time and space.
Li Qingzhao threw the fan in his hand to her, Xiao Yi caught it in a hurry, holding the fan as if he had found a treasure, but he was in a daze and didn't know what to do.
Li Qingzhao nodded with satisfaction, the summoning array in Jade Cat's hand once again glowed brightly, and her figure just floated away.
Xiao Yi stared blankly at Li Qingzhao's disappearing figure, but saw that the words on the fan kept changing, and the poems on the Wutong Platform also flashed.
This is actually a legacy!
Xiao Yi looked at Mu Zixiao, the lord of Weiyang City. She didn't expect that she would get such an opportunity. Did the lord of Weiyang City actually invite an immortal? But City Master Mu of Weiyang City on the stage still looked as motionless as a mountain. No one could tell what she was thinking about writing, and she didn't even look at herself.
But the jade cat on the parasol platform blinked at her. Xiao Yi understood a little and quickly hid the fan.
Fortunately, no one noticed the writing on the fan. Such a treasure will definitely attract everyone to covet it.
The first day of the Beauty Competition ended with Weiyang City's victory. Whether it was Zhao Feiyan's palm dance or Li Qingzhao's poems, the other cities were unable to fight back.
No one expected that such a dark horse would come out of this conference.
And there is no trace of the summoned person at all, as if he was conjured out of thin air, which is so surprising.
This makes Mu Zixiao and his master Shijun's breaths even more unfathomable, making people still have scruples in their hearts even if they want to do something.
On the surface, Muzixiao looked calm, but in fact, his spiritual power was exhausted. He insisted on eating the dinner. When he entered the private room, he wanted to fall asleep, but outside the screen, he saw someone sitting on his bed!
