Their eyes were all wide open and their faces were pale.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?"
"That's it, how could this be a poem written by that woman?"
Guo Bin was even more shocked.
This poem is simply a thousand times better than my own!
It’s not on the same level at all!
If you compare her to a gorgeous beauty.
Then I am just a firewood girl at most!
If the level of Ye Qingli's poem is similar to his own.
Then he can use his reputation as a talented person to say a few bad words out of conscience.
But anyone with eyes can see that this is not a grade difference at all!
What's more, there are two fair old gentlemen to judge.
He couldn't say it at all!
He knew that he lost this round, very miserably!
He was completely defeated in front of Ye Qingli!
There is no chance to fight back!
Since ancient times, there has always been no one first in literature and no second in military affairs.
In other words, no matter how good or bad the article is, there will always be some people who like it. It is very difficult to distinguish between high and low, unless the gap is so big that anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
But today, Ye Qingli did it.
She wrote a poem and shocked all the students in Fengyi City!
Guo, the most famous scholar in the Hanlin Academy, was powerless to fight back in front of her!
Chu Tiange knew nothing about poetry.
But looking at the reactions of those people, she guessed a little bit, and said in disbelief: "Could it be that Qingli won?"
It was the same old scholar just now who shook his head and said, "Yes. The poems written by this girl blended emotions into the scenery and conveyed deep feelings. She wrote this beautiful scenery with concise and implicit words, with a noble bearing and a grand realm. , and the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" are really two gems that complement each other. It is truly a wonderful poem."
The people around him responded.
"Yes, I have lived for so many years and I have never heard such a good poem."
"Chao Wen Dao, Xi is going to die!"
Chu Tiange laughed and slammed the table.
"Waiter, come here! Everyone who drinks in your shop today will be mine!"
"Huh!" She turned around and glanced, "Except those poor people!"
Dare you look down on her friends?
Seek death!
When she glared at them, the scholars shrank their heads subconsciously.
Someone had already shouted out.
"Isn't it just winning one round? What's the point? We agreed, but we can win two out of three rounds!"
"That's right, I made a good poem by accident, what's the point of being proud of? You win two out of three games, the real skill is in the competition!"
"That's right, Brother Guo, hurry up and let her see the power of the Hanlin Academy!"
Guo Bin was shouted at by them, and his self-confidence increased a bit.
That's right, maybe she just read some good poetry before. What does winning a game mean?
What I have is real talent and learning!
It’s not a trick!
To say that Ye Qingli can overwhelm him with his true ability? Then he won’t believe anything he says!
He puffed out his chest.
"Two old gentlemen, please read the following two poems."
The two old gentlemen shook their heads and sighed.
"I think there is no need to read the following poem."
He held the piece of paper in his hand.
"After reading this poem, I realized that all the poetry I had learned before was in vain. From now on, I will never dare to compose poetry again!"
"What?"
Guo Bin was shocked.
He even thought he had heard wrongly.
Are these two old gentlemen the sitters invited by Ye Qingli?
