No one was surprised by the conversation between the two of them.
In their opinion, isn’t that what it is?
Even if Ye Qingli can write two crooked poems, how can he compare with the great talent Guo?
Two people are basically one star and one moon.
It’s not on the same level!
Someone couldn't help shouting.
"Old sir, it's better to announce the results quickly!"
"That's right, stop whetting everyone's appetite!"
Mr. Ni smiled and said: "The old man will first read Mr. Guo's poem and ask you to comment on it."
He picked up a piece of paper and read it aloud.
This is a seven-melody poem based on the names of the two boxes.
The poem written by Guo Bin has beautiful diction and cleverly integrates the name of the room into the whole poem. The artistic conception is harmonious and natural.
After reading a few words, the audience began to praise him.
When the recitation was over, everyone applauded collectively.
"He is worthy of being the number one talent in our Hanlin Academy!"
"That's right, being able to write such a beautiful sentence in such a short period of time is comparable to Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian who wrote a poem in seven steps!"
"Look, these two gentlemen don't even bother to read her poems, which shows what level they are at!"
"What's the point of competing? Brother Guo has already won!"
"Let her jump into the river quickly! Hahaha, swim home by yourself!"
There was a wave of ridicule all around, but the two old gentlemen were smiling and unmoved at all.
"Brother Duan, you should read this poem."
Mr. Duan smiled and said, "That foolish brother has overstepped his bounds."
He held the piece of paper and sighed: "Being able to read such a good poem makes me feel that my life has been in vain. It's a pity that there is no wine here. Otherwise, seeing such a beautiful sentence would be a complete blur."
"Um?"
When everyone heard the meaning behind his words, something seemed wrong.
Could it be that that legendary trash really wrote some touching lines?
How can this be?
I must have heard wrong just now!
Well, it must be!
Perhaps it was the two old gentlemen who said it to comfort her.
Once you read it out, everyone will naturally know whether it is good or bad.
Guo Bin shook his folding fan, not worried at all.
In his opinion, what good sentences can Ye Qingli write?
Even if the sun rises from the west, that is impossible!
Mr. Duan read it loudly at this time.
"The high pavilion on Tengtai faces Jiangzhu..."
"Well, not bad, it's pretty smooth."
Guo Bin shook his fan and smiled disdainfully.
"It's not easy for her to write such a sentence. In comparison, it's one-tenth as good as mine. For a little girl like this, it's pretty good."
At this time, Mr. Duan continued to read: "Peiyu Mingluan stops singing and dancing..."
Many of the people who were still sarcastic at first became quiet.
I began to listen quietly to Mr. Duan reciting poems.
After listening to two sentences, they could already tell that this poem didn't seem to be a crooked poem. At least it had neat dialogues and gorgeous diction.
Guo Bin also became nervous. He subconsciously held the folding fan in his hand and stared at the piece of paper in Mr. Duan's hand, as if he wanted to grab it and see what was written on it.
Mr. Duan was still reading at this time.
"The clouds in the painting are flying towards Nanpu, and the bead curtains are rolling in the rain on the western mountains at dusk. The shadows in the idle cloud pool are long, and things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns. Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River flows empty outside the threshold."
After finishing reading, the whole audience was silent!
Those young students were all shocked and dumbfounded!
