Soon everyone finished reading their poems and looked at Wu Yingxiong and said, "Why don't His Royal Highness write a suitable poem for Miss Liu tonight, so that we can all appreciate it?"
Hearing this, Wu Yingxiong stood upright on the spot in embarrassment...
At this time, the importance of the dog-headed strategist was revealed. When his master was in trouble, he would jump out to support immediately, "What kind of status is our Crown Prince...how can he be like you...so indecent."
The more he talked, the more excited he became... But he didn't notice that Wu Yingxiong's face next to him changed from red to black, and from black to red...
However, the man said as if he had made up his mind not to give him face:
"Your Highness, all of us here are waiting for your masterpiece..."
"Yes, yes. Why don't you take advantage of tonight's scene to compose a poem for Miss Liu...?"
Lin Pingzhi has now seen how difficult these people are and how difficult it is for scholars to deal with them... In other words, only scoundrels like Wei Xiaobao can deal with these people... Fortunately, he was smart enough not to offend these people just now...
But are everyone present willing to let this opportunity pass...?
So the scene is 1VS..........how many people?
At this time, Wu Yingxiong was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. He just wanted to give everyone a hint as to why the situation was like this? If you don't agree, forget it... What does it mean if a group of people besiege me...?
In desperation, Wu Yingxiong had no choice but to give up the conversation and said to Liu Rushi: "In this case, I have a suggestion. How about everyone present hand-drawing a poem, signing it, and finally asking Miss Liu to give a score..."
When Liu Rushi saw this, he nodded in agreement.
Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi was also thinking.
Because he has a lot of poems in his mind, in order to avoid being found to be plagiarism, he can only find some modern poems or poems from the middle and late Qing Dynasty...
Raise your hand to put pen to paper and tick lightly.
Soon Lin Pingzhi looked at the rice paper in front of him. The big characters were crooked... As a modern person, he was really not used to using a calligraphy brush...
When he was hesitating whether to throw it away, a person next to him immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it up, the time is up."
It seemed that he was afraid that he would regret it, so he just put it away and left.
No sloppiness at all...
Not long after.
The voice of the maid next to Liu Rushi suddenly came from the center of the stage: "Guests, please be quiet. The results of our poetry competition have come out. But for the sake of fairness and to make everyone convinced, here are the top three. The ranking of the works has not been finalized yet. After I read out these three poems and works, everyone can evaluate them. If you feel that the ranking is inappropriate, you can also discuss and comment again later."
As soon as these words came out, the hall that was noisy just now immediately became quiet.
The maid held three pieces of rice paper in her hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one. Everyone in the audience was holding their breath and concentrating, their eyes were blazing, and they secretly hoped that one of them would contain their own works.
Lin Pingzhi didn't care at all, he was still cracking the seeds.
As if he remembered something, he didn't forget to give Wu Yingxiong a look of disdain, which made him depressed because he saw Wu Yingxiong cheating.
At this time, the maid on the stage had already begun to read the first piece.
"A hundred purples and thousands of reds and greens. Only the viburnum is special. It was the jade pistil in the Tang Chang Temple. I still remember that in the moon, the immortal came to appreciate it, and tomorrow it will make a noise in the city."
After finishing reading, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.
After savoring it carefully, there was a burst of applause, and someone kept chanting "Good poetry...good words."
Someone in the audience asked loudly:
"I wonder who did this?"
The little maid smiled sweetly, with a look of amazement in her eyes, and said with a naughty smile: "This is just one of the three works... I'll wait until everyone tastes and announces the ranking..."
Everyone agreed upon hearing this and started talking and urging. The little maid couldn't resist the cheers of everyone in the audience, so she cleared her throat and began to read the second poem: "The boat returns to the end of the sand. I missed the red window to listen to the magpie's joy. The ruler was in the air. We met again the next year." The cold lamp is guarding alone. The jade bamboo shoots hold the cup and they are back again. The beautiful water in Nanzhou makes the ghosts sleepwalk."
"Good poem..."
"Good poem...what's next?"
Obviously, everyone who had not heard his poem pinned their hopes on the last one.
At this point, Lin Pingzhi also roughly figured out that the poetry gathering was just about coveting other people's bodies. "Bah..., a bunch of rotten people!" He secretly spat in his heart.
"Where's the remaining one?"
The little maid on the stage rolled her eyes and said, "There is one last song. After I finish reading it, we can all taste it together."
"Okay... read it, read it quickly."
Some people who hadn't seen their own poems couldn't bear it and started making noises.
Some people who love poetry are surprised. The poems tonight are obviously better than the last one... I just don’t know what the last one is like...?
The little maid helplessly spread out the rice paper in her hand, glanced down at the crooked words, and almost laughed, but she still cleared her throat and said: "The red face is red and the blue is full of tears, and the spring in the south is coming. It's cold. I'm going to Liu Huaru. In dreams, the misty moon is always a sign of sadness. Who knows about the news in the painting hall, and the face of the green tent can be seen alone. Cherish the orchid and laurel room of the Jun family, and the east wind will take the second step and lean on the railing."
As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall fell silent.
Just a few words can make people's hearts surge, making it difficult to calm down for a long time.
There is even a person who is good at poetry annotation who said: "Early spring has arrived in the South, and the chill of the remaining winter is still there. This chilly spring wind has cut off the red flowers and green willows, leaving only sad tears. Farewell at this time, Jiangnan catkins We can only look at each other in dreams. The crescent moon in Xiuyan has always been the source of sorrow. The painting hall in the hometown is empty, and there is no news to convey. There are only lonely shadows in the green grass and green trees. Although I miss your precious home Lan Gui, but now, I can only catch a glimpse of her beauty by leaning on the fence when the east wind blows. Wonderful, wonderful."
When the remaining people heard this person's comment, they instantly understood the meaning and said excitedly.
"What a poem, this is a good poem..."
The annotator just now was so excited that his voice trembled: "Tell me, who wrote this poem? There is no ordinary person who can write such shocking words on the spot..."
Everyone expressed their admiration after hearing this, while Liu Rushi in the background burst into tears and praised in a low voice: "Good words, really good words..."
The talented men and women in the field, and even the children of senior executives, all looked at each other, as if they wanted to see clues from the expressions of everyone present.
"I don't know who can write such good poems..."
Just when everyone was excited, Wu Yingxiong in the audience snorted...because none of the three songs was his.
