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After understanding the general pattern, Lee Seung-kyu also said to take a look first before talking.

Young Masters Hu and Yan returned to their original positions one after another, but Zhu Lian'er did not leave and came directly to Xiao Wan. They came up and exchanged greetings like sisters.

Xiaowan had a smile on her face, but she was wary in her heart.

Now there are people trying to survive, who can suffer?

Li Chengjiu didn't pay attention to these details. He looked at the people in front of him. Except for the two men at the table, everyone else was looking around.

It was obvious that two people were competing against each other.

"interesting."

Li Chengjiu chuckled lightly, it doesn't matter whether he is pretending to be cool or not, it is more fun to watch.

Looking at the two people in front of the table, one is holding a folding fan with a proud face, while the other is frowning, looking down at the table and muttering.

The autumn wind went away one night in Yuan Dynasty,

It's spring when the night turns to cold sleep.

Thousands of glasses of wine in front of the deep house table,

Wake up drunk and be a new person.

The sound is not loud, but anyone can hear it clearly.

Some people closed their eyes as if in deep thought, while others shook their heads and nodded from time to time.

Li Chengjiu also smacked his lips.

If measured by his literary background, this poem is not bad.

At least the meaning of the word is clear and concise, so you can know what it means as soon as you hear it.

It's just that when winter comes, all you can do is drink and sleep. Do you have to wait until next spring to make a difference in the new year?

Sure enough, arrogance has been going on since ancient times.

Keep reading.

After a long while, the man with frowning eyebrows straightened up, clasped his fists in his hands and said, "Master Zhao is very talented in learning and writing, but my younger brother is not talented. I am convinced that I lost today."

The man holding the folding fan laughed when he saw this, "Young Master Wen is so ridiculous. This kind of writing is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, hahaha..."

"Well……"

The man opposite frowned again. Isn't this too embarrassing?

But losing means losing. He shook his head helplessly and then turned back to the crowd.

Sure enough, through the voting of everyone present, with more than half of the votes, Mr. Zhao won the game without any suspense.

The folding fan in his hand was swaying slightly in front of his chest. He looked at the boy again with disdain in his eyes. If the house were shorter, his face would probably touch the ceiling.

Li Chengjiu curled his lips, this kid deserves a beating.

Finally, someone walked out of the crowd again.

This person was dressed in light blue plain clothes, with high side hair and a fair face.

But... why is there a small arc on the chest?

Emma is a girl.

Li Chengjiu narrowed his eyes.

It has been the norm for men and women to dress up like each other throughout the ages, so there seems to be nothing surprising about it.

The woman walked slowly to the table, glanced at the poems on the table and nodded, "What a poem. Mr. Zhao is indeed the third talented man in southern Xinjiang. I admire him."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao frowned.

It is said that Wen Wu is the best and Wu Wu is the second. What do you mean by insisting that you put me in the third place?

I felt a little unhappy in my heart, but I still chuckled and said: "This poem is just mediocre. It is not suitable for the stage. If it hadn't been adapted to the scene of the day, I wouldn't have embarrassed myself by publishing this poem."

Damn it!

One sentence caused everyone to raise their eyebrows.

What do you mean? You don’t have to be so obvious when you curse, right?

Especially Mr. Wen, who had just lost to this poem. His cheeks were red at this time, and the slap was so loud.

Of course, there are also Mr. Zhao’s lickers in the crowd.

Seeing that some people were dissatisfied, they all stood up to support Mr. Zhao.

"A man of great talent must be extraordinary. I think Mr. Zhao is too modest."

"That's right, the poem was originally written with emotion, and it corresponds to the meaning of "Du Yuan". This poem will definitely be passed down for hundreds of generations."

"It's well said. It's hard to find such a masterpiece."

"You are a good poet, Mr. Zhao, please don't belittle yourself."

"..."

A word from the crowd silenced all the Vincents who originally wanted to stand up and say something.

There is no way, they won, they are right, everything they say is right.

Do you have the ability to write a good poem that outshines others?

It’s not like I don’t have that ability.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Mr. Zhao became even more embarrassed.

"Everyone praises you for your bad work, and makes everyone laugh at you if you are not talented enough."

After saying that, he bowed again and again in a pretentious manner.

Li Chengjiu gritted his teeth at the sight.

He glanced at Jia Youcai beside him, and his eyes seemed to say: "Remember to stop me later, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you, so I'll go up and beat you up."

Jia Youcai nodded and responded with his eyes: "We brothers have always been two against one. Now you hit him in the face, and I kick him in the head, so that neither of us will have a good time."

"..."

Li Chengjiu was speechless, realizing that he had found the wrong person.

And look at the field.

The woman in white was not moved by this, she just silently picked up the pen and seemed to think about it for a while before writing on the paper:

"The phoenix flutters its long feathers across the starry night."

Just a few words, starting and ending, all in one go.

The handwriting is so graceful and smooth that everyone gives a thumbs up, good calligraphy.

But this is not a poem, but a couplet.

The woman put the pen on the pen holder, smoothed her hair, and then smiled and said: "I am a young man who is not talented. I have a couplet here. I hope my brother can make up for it."

Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows, then lowered his eyes and looked at the table.

"The phoenix flutters its long feathers across the starry night."

What a great couplet.

But, why is it so difficult to create such a neat couplet?

After a little thought, he picked up the pen and wrote on the paper:

"The auspicious dragon coils its two green beards and touches the mountains and rivers."

"good!"

As soon as I finished writing, the crowd burst into applause.

This couplet is very neatly paired.

Even Li Chengjiu looked at Mr. Zhao with a bit of surprise. He had to say that this kid really had two skills.

Enjoying the adulation from everyone, Mr. Zhao is obviously in a mood again.

He raised his head again and said disdainfully: "This brother has accepted the concession. I wonder how this couplet is right?"

how?

That's great. Anyway, you have to say it yourself. You can't do it without bragging.

The woman opposite just smiled sweetly when she saw this, then picked up the pen and added four more words after she had just written the first couplet.

"The phoenix flutters its long feathers across the starry night, making it auspicious every night."

Everyone gasped when they saw this.

As soon as the four characters came out, the artistic conception of the entire first couplet changed instantly, and the first and last lines corresponded to each other, both of which were the character "night". This couplet was not right.

Mr. Zhao frowned immediately when he saw this.

When he looked at the person opposite him, his heart suddenly burst into anger.

Are you fucking playing with me?

The woman, on the other hand, calmly pushed up her sleeves with her palm and said, "Mr. Zhao, please."

Mr. Zhao's eyes were filled with anger, but he couldn't get angry in front of everyone. He just let out a deep groan and fell into deep thought.

No one made a sound, and the place was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, Mr. Zhao still made no movement.

Li Chengjiu glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist impatiently. Five minutes had passed. Is this person okay?

Just now I thought this person was quite capable, so that’s good, why would he just add four words and be done with it?

Where's that enthusiasm?

If you can’t master couplets, you should be able to master idioms, right?

vegetable!

He was slandering in his heart, but suddenly, Mr. Zhao slammed the table and shouted: "This round does not count. You are opportunistic and upright. I don't even bother to compete with you!"

Emma, ​​I'm so anxious.

A sudden roar frightened everyone into looking stunned.

What is this? Opportunistic?

"Mr. Zhao, isn't that how you deal with couples? How can you say that he is opportunistic?"

"That is, a pair can be added or subtracted, long or short, and all it takes is a second. This can reflect the fun of literary fighting."

"Just say you are sorry if you can't forgive me. Isn't that too graceless of you?

"Who said Mr. Zhao can't be right? I think he is right. If everyone keeps adding words to the top of the list, then who can be right?"

"That's right, I'm taking Mr. Zhao's side this time."

"What's wrong with the extra characters? This brother didn't just add them randomly. He's fluent in both writing and science. Why can't it work?"

"Huh, if you can't do it, just say you can't do it. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Come out and challenge!"

"It's a one-on-one challenge!"

"..."

Suddenly, before the two of them could speak to each other, everyone started to quarrel.

But Mr. Zhao didn't pay attention to their words, and just said angrily again: "You can do it, come on, if anyone can match this couplet today, then I will jump off the window sill!"

He thought about almost all the words and phrases related to the river. It was obvious that there was no one that matched, otherwise he would not have dared to make such wild remarks.

After hearing this, everyone shut up.

We've just faced each other a long time ago, do you think we didn't think about it?

In a word, the field fell into silence again.

After hearing this, the woman opposite just smiled and shook her head, and then looked at the old man who looked like a butler beside her.

The old man nodded and was about to step forward, but at this moment, a figure flashed past him.

"Since you can't do it, let me do it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned again.

His Highness the King of Xinjiang?