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Poems and lyrics recognized by heaven and earth are called peerless poems or peerless lyrics. However, even peerless poems and peerless lyrics are different, just like, some beautiful girls of the same age of 18 are outstanding, while others are mediocre...

Obviously, Hao Tong's poem is not very good among the peerless poems.

Otherwise, the time of literary enlightenment would not be only three minutes.

However, Xiao Rong did not say what was in her heart. After all, Hao Tong's popularity was still very high. If she said "three minutes", wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the pure Hao Tong?

She was afraid of being scolded by Hao Tong's followers!

Hao Tong must not be too proud.

After all, the Hao family is not a good thing...

Xiao Rong rolled her eyes and pulled Xiao Ping'an's sleeve.

"Myna, stop eating."

Xiao Ping'an raised his head. He was just gnawing on a chicken leg. At this moment, there was a small circle of oil on the edge of his lips: "What the hell? Ninth sister."

It's true that the food in this teahouse under the name of the Seventh Princess tastes really good.

...

Xiao Rong looked at Xiao Ping'an and said seriously: "Myna, look, Hao Tong has written a peerless poem."

"Yeah."

"He is so awesome, can you stand it?"

"Of course I can't stand it." Xiao Ping'an said.

In his life, he hates tall, rich and handsome people the most.

Because, he is not...

"Me too, you should write a good poem quickly and beat him." Xiao Rong clenched his fists and said.

After hearing this, Xiao Ping'an couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Sister, do you think peerless poems are cabbages, and you can have them if you say you have them."

"Then do you have any?"

"No."

"Alas." Xiao Rong's face was full of disappointment.

Under Zhang Xue's words, many people still wrote poems.

They thought that with Hao Tong's peerless poems, we can get the second place even if we can't get the first place.

You know, the Seventh Princess will directly recommend talented people to Emperor Jing.

At that time, you can directly become an official.

For most people, especially men, they all want to be officials.

After all, the taste of power is very charming.

As long as I have power, my mother will no longer have to worry about me and not being able to find a wife...

An hour later.

More than 20 people wrote poems.

Zhang Xue looked at everyone and said, "Are there any young men who want to write poems?"

Everyone looked at each other, there should be no one.

Zhang Xue deliberately stayed on Xiao Ping'an for a while and found that he was still eating the food on the table. His mouth couldn't help twitching... Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat, are you a pig?

At this moment, a handsome young man in white stepped forward and said, "Princess, I have it."

Everyone looked at the man and was surprised.

Someone subconsciously said, "It's Sima Zhuifeng."

...

Zhao Family.

In the room, the Champion Marquis was practicing with his eyes closed. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door,

"Lord Marquis."

"Who?"

"I, Zhang San."

"Come in."

Zhang San, wearing a black warrior suit, pushed the door open.

The Champion Marquis looked at him with a puzzled look on his face: "Why are you here?"

"Lord Marquis, didn't you tell me to monitor Xiao Ping'an?" Zhang San said.

"Yes." The Champion Marquis said lightly: "Why, is there something wrong with him?"

"It's like this, Lord Marquis, today the Seventh Princess held a poetry meeting in Dongming Tower, and Xiao Ping'an took his sister Xiao Rong to attend."

Zhang San said.

Under the order of the Champion Marquis, he has been monitoring Xiao Ping'an for a while. To be honest, he has seen otakus before, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Xiao Ping'an, who stays at home for several months or half a year at any time except for going to Luming Academy.

How can he be so cowardly? Could it be that there are delicious seafood at home every day?

The Champion Marquis knew that Xiao Ping'an was an otaku, and he showed surprise on his face: "He actually went out."

"Yes."

"This is a good opportunity!"

The Champion Marquis laughed.

...

Dongming Building.

Everyone's eyes were on Sima Zhuifeng.

It's not that this person is so handsome, but that he is the last person to recite poetry.

In a poetry gathering like this, the first and the last are definitely the most popular.

The Sima family ranks in the middle among the aristocratic families in the capital.

Not too good or too bad.

Sima Zhuifeng can be said to have become famous at a young age.

It's just that he is a low-key person and not as famous as Hao Tong.

Zhang Xue smiled and said, "Mr. Sima, do you have a poem?"

"Yes." Sima Zhuifeng noddedDeep in her eyes, there was a hint of eagerness. It can be said that Zhang Xue was the goddess of the literary circle in Beijing. There was no literati who didn't like her...

As a normal man.

Sima Zhuifeng was no exception.

"Please speak." Zhang Xue said.

"Yes, Princess." Sima Zhuifeng nodded. He didn't learn from Hao Tong to pose handsomely while reciting poems.

"Frosty grass is green and insects are chirping. There are no pedestrians in the south and north of the village." Sima Zhuifeng said.

When these two sentences came out, everyone's faces showed surprise.

Don't say it, I thought this guy was just here to make soy sauce, but I didn't expect that he was a wolf warrior.

This poem is good.

Zhang Xue was refreshed and looked at Sima Zhuifeng with expectation in her beautiful eyes.

Hao Tong got nervous. I won't lose.

Sima Zhuifeng continued.

"I walked out of the front door alone and looked at the fields."

"Buckwheat flowers are like snow in the moonlight."

A poem was finished.

"Good, good."

A fat man cheered loudly, "May I ask Mr. Sima, what is the name of this poem?"

Sima Zhuifeng said lightly: "Village Night."

"Not bad." Zhang Xue nodded and praised: "It's like a piece of frost hitting the gray autumn grass, the insects are whispering, and there are no pedestrians around in the mountain village... The night scene described in this poem is really vivid and fascinating."

"Yes, Mr. Sima, it describes a common rural night, the front The first two lines describe the rich autumn colors of the village night.

The last two lines describe the beauty of the night.

Sima Gongzi revealed a feeling of emptiness and loneliness through the coldness of the autumn night.

Especially this line, the frosty grass is green and the insects are chirping, there are no pedestrians in the south and north of the village, and the green frosty grass points out the richness of the autumn colors.

The chirping of insects also writes the desolate autumn colors. There are no pedestrians, and the world is silent... Just a few short lines of poetry outline the characteristics of the night, which is really amazing! "

Lin Xiaodie commented with a smile.

This is her first and only comment at this poetry meeting.

After saying that, she looked at Xiao Pingan with some contempt, as if to say, you are not as good as him.

This look is very complicated, with contempt, playfulness, and some inexplicable things... Xiao Pingan was speechless. It’s fine if you praise this Sima Gongzi, but why are you looking at me while praising me!

Do you like it when your husband is being raped?

"What a good poem."

"Mr. Sima, you are a great talent."

"..."

Although Sima Zhuifeng's poem "Village Night" has been praised by many people, the night outside is deep and there is no strange scene.

This made Hao Tong feel relieved. Sima Zhuifeng's poem was not recognized by heaven and earth, proving that although it is good, it is not good enough to shake the world. His poem is not as good as mine.

Hao Tong was secretly happy and relieved.

Sima Zhuifeng glanced outside and showed disappointment.

It seems that I will miss the first place.

Hao Tong had a gentle smile on his face. He clasped his fists to Sima Zhuifeng and said pretentiously: "Nai Zhao, your poem is really good. I admire you, I admire you."

As soon as these words came out.

Puff!

Hearing this, Xiao Pingan directly sprayed the wine in his mouth.

Xiao Rong's face was covered with...

Faced with Xiao Rong's speechless, shocked, and unbelievable expression.

Xiao Pingan quickly waved his hands and said: "Sao Rui, Sao Rui, I didn't mean it. '

Fuck, he was really tickled by Hao Tong's words "Brother Nai Zhao".

A person actually chose such a courtesy name, but when he thought of Zhang Jian's courtesy name, Wanda, Xiao Pingan was not so surprised.

In this world, Nai Zhao should not be something that only belongs to women...