"Okay, since you are all willing to compete, Yanran will ask a question."
Ji Yanran smiled and spoke, but suddenly she turned her head slightly, walked slowly towards the huge hollow window of the banquet hall, and stood beside it. At this moment, a full moon hung high outside the window, and the cold moonlight filtered through. The window shone on Ji Yanran's body, immediately reflecting her like a ecstatic goddess!
This scene made many people crazy!
"It's autumn now, and tonight is the half-moon day. A bright moon hangs in the night, which is particularly beautiful and moving. Why not take 'moon' as the theme. Please write a poem or lyrics. If it is the last one, He is the best in poetry, and Yanran is willing to perform a sword dance for him as a thank you."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall was tense. Everyone was looking at the bright moon outside the window, and then lowered their heads in thought.
"Anyone can come first, and then the next person can be designated to write poems or lyrics, and so on, to help the wine."
Ji Yanran, bathed in the cold moonlight, smiled and spoke. At this moment, her whole body seemed to be covered with a hazy moonlight gauze, noble, mysterious, and extremely magnificent.
The hearts of many young talents were beating at the sight, and they stared at her closely, with a touch of heat flashing deep in their eyes.
But at this moment, Ye Xingchen was staring at the bright moon outside the window, many thoughts flashing through his bright eyes, which seemed extremely complicated.
"Haha! Since Miss Ji has already given the question, Qin will do her part and show off her embarrassment first!"
Qin Wushuang suddenly stood up and spoke with a smile, his expression was extremely conceited, as if he already had a plan in mind.
"Oh? Mr. Qin is really full of talent, and he wrote poems so quickly? Then Yanran is really going to listen attentively!"
Ji Yanran's beautiful face showed a hint of surprise, and her beautiful eyes looked at Qin Wushuang, which immediately made the latter's eyes even hotter.
Immediately, Qin Wushuang took steps, pondered for a moment, walked out three steps in a row, and his voice slowly sounded!
"The sky is high, the water is long, the wind and clouds are light, the stars are shining and the autumn moon is about to be full."
"I raised my glass and invited Chang'e to dance, and all the high officials in the house were smiling.
The four poems fell from Qin Wushuang's mouth, and they were loud and clear, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
"Chang'e dances... laughs at Guanghan... Mr. Qin is really talented. A seven-character quatrain is worthy of Yan Ran's toast to Mr. Qin."
In front of the window, Ji Yanran's eyes were bright, she raised the white jade wine glass in her hand and toasted to Qin Wushuang.
"Haha! Thank you Miss Ji, Qin is just trying to attract others. I hope that the next two brothers can express their own opinions, and it is best to compete with Qin!"
After finishing the glass of wine, Qin Wushuang smiled and spoke. His words seemed modest, but his posture was very complacent.
Immediately, he pointed at someone casually and asked him to continue. Then he sat back at the altar table with great satisfaction, as if he already had a plan in mind, waiting for Ji Yanran's sword dance.
The super genius who was chosen by him looked a little ugly. He knew that Qin Wushuang's poem was really talented and he couldn't compare with him.
Not only this person, but in the entire banquet hall at this moment, the faces of many super geniuses who were originally full of confidence turned gloomy.
Everyone here is not a fool, and they can easily understand Qin Wushuang's talent from this poem.
He is worthy of being the number one person in Wushuang County, and his literary skills are also so outstanding.
The super genius who had already rushed to the shelves was helpless. Although he also composed a poem, it was far inferior to Qin Wushuang's one.
In this way, several people spoke in succession, but unfortunately none of them could compare with Qin Wushuang.
Qin Wushuang, who was sitting upright, had a smile on his face and seemed to have seen the result.
Until a certain moment, Lan Mingri was chosen, and he slowly stood up and walked forward slowly.
While walking, Lan Mingri seemed extremely confident. His dark blue cloak moved automatically without wind, making a hunting sound!
"It is clear that the stars and the moon should know each other, and the moon is similar to that of ancient times."
"A beautiful lady dances and sings with swords, when life is free in marriage."
The same seven-character quatrain was recited, but once again the entire banquet hall became silent!
"What a 'Beauty in the Moon', but she is also good at acrostic poetry. Haha, Mr. Lan is so talented that even I admire him very much!"
On the main seat, Master Zhui Feng, who had been silently watching for a long time, now smiled and opened his mouth. It was obvious that Lan Mingri's poem was very good.
After hearing Master Zhui Feng's compliment, Lan Mingri's eyes reflected from the dark blue cloak were filled with a hint of pride, and he looked at Ji Yanran from a distance.
"Yanran thanks Mr. Lan for the compliment. Mr. Lan is so talented that Yanran deserves a toast."
Ji Yanran opened her mouth with a smile and toasted two glasses to Lan Mingri. Qin Wushuang's face suddenly darkened at this moment! Ji Yanran toasted him with just one glass of wine, but toasted Lan Mingri with two glasses of wine. It was a judgment call!
After drinking two glasses of wine, Lan Mingri's eyes under his cloak suddenly turned, with a hint of ridicule and teasing in them. He looked in one direction, it was Ye Xingchen!
"Ye Xingchen, you are so good at words, let me see how talented you are, whether you are as good as others, or whether you are just a piece of shit, just a sharp-tongued person!"
Obviously, Lan Mingri was targeting Ye Xingchen! The other super geniuses looked at Ye Xingchen with a hint of sympathy.
Although this Lan Mingri does not show his true face, his talent is real. The poem he recited not only has a good meaning, but also an acrostic poem. Who can compare with him?
Although Ye Xingchen's words are sharp, it may be true that as Lan Mingri said, he is just sharp-tongued and has no great talent. He may be humiliated by Lan Mingri today.
Not only the other super geniuses, but even Gan Gang and others from Longgu County are secretly worried about Ye Xingchen at this moment. Unfortunately, they have all been practicing since childhood and rarely read, so they can't help at all.
Only Jian Wushuang's clear eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something, as if he wanted to remind Ye Xingchen.
In fact, not only others, but also Ye Xingchen himself narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment.
He has been lonely since childhood and has lived an extremely lonely life. Although he has dabbled in literature and can now write a seven-character quatrain, he is at most comparable to Qin Wushuang and cannot compare with Lan Mingri. But it is not Ye Xingchen's character to admit defeat like this. When provoked by others, he will naturally not run away without a fight.
Ye Xingchen sat still, showing no intention of getting up.
Lan Mingri and Huang Ke were both sneering at Ye Xingchen, expecting him to make a fool of himself soon.
And Ji Yanran's beautiful eyes were also looking at Ye Xingchen, as if waiting for him to speak.
Just when Ye Xingchen was about to say the verses he had stored up in his heart, Ling's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and he was actually reciting an ancient poem, and his tone also had a hint of loneliness.
"This poem is one of the ancient poems that impressed me deeply in my remaining memory, but it was not written by me. It seems to come from an extremely distant world in another dimension that I have been to..."
After finishing reciting, Ling spoke like this, seeming to explain the origin of this ancient poem.
This process may seem long, but it actually only takes a moment.
A sigh flashed deep in Ye Xingchen's bright eyes, as if he was sighing at the charm of this ancient poem.
"Can't you do it? It doesn't matter, you are a country man and an illiterate man. As long as you admit that you can't do it, we will naturally not embarrass you, and I'm sure Miss Ji won't argue with you either."
At this moment, Lan Mingri's voice sounded again, and the ridicule and disdain in his tone was extremely rich.
Ye Xingchen ignored Lan Mingri's words, stood up slowly, took a step forward, and walked to the window. Looking at the bright moon outside the window, he stood with his hands behind his hands, facing Ji Yanran sideways, with an inexplicable expression. The lonely voice resounded!
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
