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"Okay, the student has also thought up a poem, and is about to reveal it, and I would like to ask you adults to comment on it."

After Zhu Yuanyuan heard Liang Youwei's words, he also stood up and said that he had already thought about what to write. If it wasn't for waiting for everyone present to finish writing, he would have gone down to write.

It's just that the human race in the literary world is already very difficult. These people have just become children. Zhu Yuanyuan didn't want to destroy the self-confidence of these people. He asked them to write first, and he wrote it last, so that they could understand the gap. It is not a good thing to retreat without writing, and to retreat again and again when encountering anything in the future.

"It snowed all night in March, and it didn't hurt the flowers. It's just because the spring is coming to an end, so I keep the pear blossoms."

Zhu Yuanyuan picked up a pen, and each word appeared on the rice paper.

"boom!"

After Zhu Yuanyuan finished writing the last word and stopped writing, a thick red beam of light shot straight into the sky from the rice paper, immediately dyed the whole night sky red, and the whole Mingye Town was illuminated red, this red literary spirit was full of There is an aura of grandeur, righteousness, and no bloody or evil aura at all.

This poem was originally Du Fu's poem, but it lacked a title, but it was controversial. Some people said that this poem belonged to Wen Tingyun. Of course, Zhu Yuanyuan didn't care who it was. Anyway, in the literary world, this poem is himself.

The meaning of this poem is also very clear, that is, it snowed for several nights in March, but it did not hurt the things in the beautiful scenery, but because it was coming to spring, the snow also stopped, just leaving The remaining snow is accompanied by the pear blossoms on the branches.

However, this poem originally had no name and lacked a title. Now Zhu Yuanyuan named it "Liulian", which is considered to be in line with the title of this poem, Dongxue lingers above the pear blossoms.

"King-level poetry!! My God, this... this Zhu Yuanyuan has written king-level poetry again!"

"Unbelievable, really incredible."

"How is it possible? Zhu Yuanyuan has just opened the literary palace and became a literary student. How can he write king-level poems again?"

"King level, king level, Xiaosheng is willing to bow down!"

"Hey, if people compare people's death, if you compare goods, you have to throw them away!"

"Ah! God! Since Zhu Yuanyuan was born, why bother to give birth to me, Gan Linliang!"

"Haha! My human race unexpectedly produced a great talent like Zhu Yuanyuan. The human race is hopeful, the human race is hopeful!"

All the students present were stunned. Looking at the red Wen Qi soaring into the sky and the figure of Zhu Yuanyuan, they were all bewildered. Some were amazed, some thought it was impossible, and others shout.

"Hiss! How talented is this Zhu Yuanyuan? He has created another king-level poem, my God!"

Wang Xueming also stared at the sky full of red eyes. He never thought that Zhu Yuanyuan could write king-level poems. For silver-level poems, at most there will be gold-level poems, but this is a king-level poem, which shocked Wang Xueming all of a sudden.

"Yeah, Zhu Xiaoyou's talent is really unparalleled. He was able to write a king-level poem when he didn't open the literary palace, and now he has created another king-level poem in the Wensheng stage. It's amazing, amazing! But I have to say that this is your luck and my luck, as well as the luck of Ji Guo, and the luck of the entire human race! With Zhu Xiaoyou, our human race will definitely have a strong man in the future, at least the strong man of Yasheng Wenxiu ah!"

Liang Youwei stared at Zhu Yuanyuan with radiant eyes. He was very excited to find such a genius in Mingye Town.

"Lord Wang and Liang Xuezheng are right. Zhu Yuanyuan is the pride of Ji Kingdom. He will definitely become stronger in the future and stand up for our human race."

Chen Sheng also spoke on the side, he thought Zhu Yuanyuan was very good, and now he is even more so.

"Yes, yes, the three adults are right, Zhu Yuanyuan is too talented, he is the hope of our human race, he will definitely become a literary saint in the future.

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Wang Xiaoren was shocked at first, but he didn't think that Zhu Yuanyuan was very powerful, instead, he was full of malice in his heart. At first, he thought that Tong Sheng's test was an accident, but now it seems that it was not an accident at all, but a real one. Such a monstrosity appeared, if Wang Xueming and the others were not there now, Wang Xiaoren would probably want to kill Zhu Yuanyuan, the killing intent in his heart is very strong.

After the red literary spirit all over the sky disappeared, Zhu Yuanyuan found that the rice paper on the table changed suddenly, and the red brilliance flowed on it. This is Wenbao.

"Young master Zhu, your poem has reached the level of a king. Congratulations. In my opinion, your talent is unique in Ji Kingdom. No, to be precise, the talent that can compare with yours among the human race is that of your fingers. countable."

Wang Xueming admires him very much now, he has never written a king-level poem, so he can only be envious, when he spoke, he praised Zhu Yuanyuan to the sky.

"My lord Wang is absurd, but I dare not be a young student."

Zhu Yuanyuan clasped his fists and humbly said to Wang Xueming, good guy, the people here speak too directly, he is really not used to it!

"It's worth it, it's worth it, Zhu Xiaoyou, this is the second time you have created king-level poems. The original copy of which one was supposed to be returned to you last time. It is a cultural treasure after all, but since you were born in Tongsheng It was created during the trial, so the original copy of the poem has been rushed to the imperial capital."

Wang Xueming said quickly, and at the same time he also talked about the song "Spring Day" that Zhu Yuanyuan composed during the Tongsheng Examination.

Since it was created during the imperial examination, it is still such a king-level poem, so it must be sent to the academy in the imperial capital, and even shown to the emperor. After all, it is still a treasure, even if the last summoned poem The treasure is not very good, but it is also king-level, so it can be regarded as a treasure.

"Lord Wang, it doesn't matter. Since it is stipulated that the poems and articles that appear in the imperial examination must be submitted to the imperial capital, then follow the rules."

Zhu Yuanyuan didn't think it was a big deal. For so many years on Shuilanxing, there are thousands of famous poems that have appeared. To be honest, there may be hundreds of thousands of ancient poems, and millions of them can be collected, but there are very few poems handed down from generation to generation. , there are only about 50,000 poems, and this is still in China. If you count foreign countries, there will be even more poems. .

So Zhu Yuanyuan doesn't care about such a poem anymore, if it is gone, it will be gone. Anyway, he has the whole Shui Lanxing, so he is afraid that there are not a few good poems?

"Mr. Zhu, you are really open-minded. It's our fault." After hearing Zhu Yuanyuan's words, Wang Xueming breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that he would not be able to pay for the king's poem when he came to them. started.