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Looking for an opportunity, he just made trouble, and let out a sigh of relief by the way.

Madam Ya frowned, she didn't understand why these people wanted to hate Wang Xiaojian.

However, because she met Xiya on a drinking lake, she felt sorry for him, and she also stood by his side at this moment.

She nodded and asked the servants to bring the wine up.

"Thank you."

Wang Xiaojian nodded, smiled slightly, and raised his hand to take the wine glass.

He held a folding fan in one hand and a wine glass in the other.

He didn't do anything, but there was an air of lightness emanating from his body.

Madam Ya's eyes lit up slightly.

Wang Xiaojian didn't drink the wine.

Holding his wine glass, he paced the hall.

Just when everyone thought he was playing tricks, he smiled slightly, raised his wine glass, and then read a line of poetry from his mouth.

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine."

Chapter 179

When Wang Xiaojian's voice fell, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

With just one sentence, they felt an extraordinary artistic conception.

Bao Nan, who had vomited a lot of blood, just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this sentence.

He hated Wang Xiaojian to death, and made up his mind that no matter what poems Wang Xiaojian wrote, he would suppress them to the end.

At this time, he said disdainfully: "Hmph. Bluffing. I can write such a sentence. It's nothing special."

"In contrast, this sentence is not as good as 'the water is shining and the sun is shining'."

"Mr. Bao is right. It's not as good as shining water and sunny. It's good to come."

When Bao Nan opened his mouth, someone immediately agreed.

Like Bao Nan, these people also want to take revenge on Wang Xiaojian.

They followed Bao Nan and stepped on him, trying to confuse the audience, so that some neutral people would also think that the second poem Wang Xiaojian wanted to write was nothing.

As long as Wang Xiaojian loses to Hu Rui, they will have revenge.

Wang Xiaojian sneered in his heart, but ignored these people.

His expression didn't change, he took two steps forward, and then continued to read.

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven."

"The artistic conception is good, but why is it five words for a while, and six words for a while."

"That's right, it's not neat at all. This Li Bai doesn't even know the basics of poetry writing, does he?"

"I just said, he was a blind cat and a dead mouse, and now the truth is revealed."

The surrounding discussions sounded again, and Bao Nan smiled.

Hu Rui laughed too.

Mrs. Ya and Chu Xiao looked at Wang Xiaojian, and they heard a different artistic conception from the poem.

They didn't think that Wang Xiaojian was over like this.

Sure enough, Wang Xiaojian continued to read the poem without stopping his voice.

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world?"

All the young talents present suddenly changed.

Madam Ya, Chu Xiao's eyes lit up.

"This is not a poem, but a word. He wrote it so well."

"Yes, it's so beautiful, I feel like I've seen a fairyland."

"There are such beautiful sentences."

The tone of the comments began to change. Everyone sighed and stared at Wang Xiaojian again.

All I saw was that Wang Xiaojian was dressed in white at the moment, with a graceful demeanor.

He held an exquisite wine glass in his hand, and along with it, a sentence full of artistic conception fell, and everyone saw him in a trance, exuding a light and dusty aura.

It was as if at this moment, he was so exhilarated that he became a banished immortal who had transformed into a fairy!

Bao Nan also felt the aura exuded by Wang Xiaojian, and the fairy aura in the poems.

His face, which had become pale from vomiting blood, turned red again.

He thought that what Wang Xiaojian wrote was a poem with untidy lines, but no, it was a poem.

A poem full of fairy air.

The poem is not finished yet.But Bao Nan's face was hot.

He regretted the hasty comment because it made him look extra low.

At this moment, he felt the immortal energy lightly coming out of the dust, as if they were all turned into slaps, coming from all directions, hitting his face with a slap, and his cheeks hurt!

Also blushing was the worthless young man who had previously echoed and demoted Wang Xiaojian.

At this moment, Wang Xiaojian's face was bright, with a light smile.

However, in their view, it was full of ridicule.

It was silent taunting.

ridicule their ignorance.

They belittled him, but he didn't look at them from the beginning to the end, but read out a poem full of artistic conception.

This is the best tribute.