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The last sentence fell.

Loud cheers broke out on the field.

"Good."

"Good luck."

"Awesome."

"Mr. Hao Tong, you are indeed the most talented person in the capital."

Everyone praised loudly.

Hao Tong smiled modestly.

He looked at a middle-aged man in blue and said, "I'm done, Mr. Su, please give me some comments."

This middle-aged man was thin and ordinary, but his eyes were very bright. He was the most famous poet in Daqian and one of the Eight Great Masters of Daqian, Su Bianyi, whose courtesy name was Gongjin.

Su Bianyi, Su Gongjin.

Su Bianyi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I really have nothing to say about Mr. Hao's poem except that it is good. I believe that everyone present here can't find any faults in this poem."

"But, although it is already very good, I still want to praise this poem again. It can be said that since ancient times, there have been many poems written about the Yellow Crane Tower, but I think that the best one so far is Mr. Hao's poem."

Speaking of this,

Su Bianyi said with some regret: "It is true that every generation has its own talents. I used to think that you lacked a little literary talent, and your poems were not great works, but this one really has it. Especially the last sentence, it is simply the finishing touch. You use it to express your love for the sound of the flute."

"It expresses a feeling of reminiscing about the good old days."

"You can imagine that the beautiful flute sound penetrated the sky, as if it came from afar, and as if it came from ancient times. How beautiful! This expresses a vision that the author wants us not to forget the suffering and difficulties we once experienced."

"Let us know that the happy times now are all earned by the efforts of our ancestors, so everyone, please encourage each other and build your country wholeheartedly."

"Thank you Mr. Su for your advice."

"No, you should thank Hao Tong." Su Bianyi said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Hao."

Hao Tong hurriedly said, "I am so scared, I am so scared."

Damn, even Su Gongjin, the first poet of Daqian, said that Hao Tong's Yellow Crane Tower was unprecedented and unparalleled.

I guess.

This time, Xiao Ping'an is sure to lose.

Everyone's eyes.

They all looked at Xiao Ping'an.

Xiao Ping'an was still eating.

Fuck.

Everyone looked weird.

I have to admire that Xiao Ping'an has a big heart.

He is still eating.

He glanced at Su Ping'an.

Zhang Xue shook her head helplessly.

Eat, eat, eat, you will lose if you only know how to eat, understand?

Although Xiao Ping'an wrote two good poems and gained some talent, to be honest, his position in the literary world is not stable. It's like on Earth, there are often some online singers who write one or two popular songs.

However, although there is a temporary popularity, it will not last long.

If there are no other good works in the future.

It will be like a flash in the pan, it will disappear as soon as it appears, and soon, it will be forgotten by everyone.

Just like Chen Long, he is very stable. When he was young, he made too many classic films, and his reputation was already stable. Even if he got old and made one bad film after another, his international status in the arena was not affected at all.

He is still the big brother Chen Long.

An artist on the contrary.

That is Zhang Yishan.

He used to be so popular. He was the only post-90s artist who could act, the successor of the movie emperor Xia Binghai, etc. Countless good reputations fell on his head, and there were countless scripts looking for him to be the protagonist.

However, when The Monkey Cauldron came out.

It was all over.

He suddenly went from being a popular movie star to a poor guy who no one would look for him even if he asked for a role.

Xiao Pingan now is just like Zhang Yishan.

Because of the two poems "Nian Nujiao•Luoshui Huaigu" and "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

Looking at the flowers in clusters.

Famous.

However, if he handed in a bad result at the Yellow Crane Tower this time.

Then, it can be foreseen.

His reputation will plummet.

Even, it will disappoint the master.

If the master is disappointed, then Xiao Ping'an will lose a potential backer that he has finally found.

Zhang Xue is such a smart person.

He immediately figured out the key to the problem.

Because this person is the brother of a good girlfriend.

Zhang Xue couldn't help but remind him.

"If you don't have inspiration, don't write. After all, writing poetry is about fate. It's not something that can be held back."

As long as Xiao Ping'an doesn't write poetry.

He won't disappoint the master.

ThisThis is also the reason why many officials do nothing.

Is it because they blame the government?

Definitely not.

Rather, many things are done well, but there is no benefit.

If they are not done well.

Then it's over.

You may lose your job or even go to jail.

Instead of doing this, it's better to do nothing. Sun Liancheng, the former secretary of Guangming District, thought so and did so.

Now for Xiao Ping'an.

What is the most important thing at present? ? ?

Is it to study literature and martial arts well and become a strong man?

Is it to inherit the title of Duke Xiao's Mansion?

Is it to find a good father-in-law to be a backer?

No, none of them.

What he should do most now is to report to the master.

If you do this poem well, you will certainly be praised by the master again.

However, if you don't write it well, you will be disappointed by the master.

Add variables.

Therefore, the best way is: if you are not sure, don't write poetry.

Although doing so would damage his reputation, after all, under the instigation of Hao Tong, Zhang Jian, and Ye Wudao, Xiao Ping'an had already been on stage. If he didn't perform, many people would be disappointed.

He would offend many people out of thin air.

And it would be embarrassing.

But even if this matter spread, the teacher would understand. After all, writing poems is not like urinating. You can't hold it in.

Zhang Jian was afraid that Xiao Ping'an would say again: "I have no inspiration."

So.

He said loudly: "Xiao Ping'an, it's your turn. You, the newly promoted first talent in the capital, can't even write a poem about the Yellow Crane Tower."

Xiao Ping'an just now.

He offended himself.

The Eighth Prince has always been resentful.

So.

At this moment, looking at Xiao Ping'an, he said sinisterly: "Today, even if you don't have inspiration, you must write a poem, otherwise, I will lose my temper."

He looked unkind.

With a fierce look on his face, he stared at his Eighth Prince.

Xiao Pingan wanted to ask, what would happen if you got angry, would you take off your pants on the spot and do something that looked like a silver bug falling from the sky? ? ?

Hao Tong looked at Xiao Pingan with a playful look.

This is a poem that even Su people would admire.

I came up with this trick.

How would you, Xiao Pingan, deal with it!

Xiao Pingan wiped his mouth.

Started drinking.

Gulp gurgle.

"What are you doing?" The Eighth Prince shouted.

"How can I write poetry without drinking?"

"Uh?"

"Are you sure you want to write? Xiao Pingan, actually, it's okay if you don't write." Zhang Xue said.

Hearing this.

Zhang Jian was anxious.

"Princess, Xiao Ping'an is the newly promoted number one talent in the capital. Today is the day when our Daqian is hosting a banquet for the Taoist master sister. It is really unreasonable for the number one talent in the capital not to write a poem on such an important day."