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"Hmm... a little trick, I am Sun Wang from Bianzhou Jieyuan, and he also has a poem for the Peony Fairy." A talented man couldn't help snorting coldly when he saw Chen Qiusheng showing off.

"Ha... I'm not ashamed to say that. If you have the ability, can you write a poem better than mine?" Chen Qiusheng said disdainfully.

"Sun Jieyuan, please write your poem." The fox maid reminded softly.

Sun Wang picked up the pen and soon completed a poem.

He handed the scroll to the fox maid.

The fox maid began to sing a new poem.

"Selling Broken Peonies"

In the face of the wind, flowers bloom and fall frequently, and the fragrance fades into another spring.

It should be that the price is high and no one cares about it, but the relationship is so fragrant that it is difficult for a butterfly to kiss it.

Hong Ying is only called the palace of birth, and the green leaves are so stained by the road dust.

When he moved to Linyuan, Wang Sunfang hated buying it for no reason.

"Wow... Sun Wang's poem is also a town and county poem, but the blue and rich colors have a few wisps of purple, which is obviously a higher level than Chen Qiusheng's."

"It's great, it's great. We've just started the show and we're facing a duel between two great talents. I'm so excited."

Chen Qiusheng's face didn't look good, he was easily compared to others.

It's not like he never thought about writing another poem to suppress Sun Wang.

But he knew that articles were written accidentally by good hands, and if he forced himself to write them, he would only fall into the trap of inferiority.

After Sun Wang mentioned his poems, several talented people spread and sang their own poems, but the results were not very good.

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Sister Hong walked onto the stage and said with a sweet smile: "Congratulations to Sun Jieyuan for winning the first prize. Now it depends on the Peony Fairy. Is she willing to study literary philosophy with Sun Jieyuan?"

The Peony Fairy stood up from the recliner, walked out of the bead curtain with lotus steps, and saluted with a smile, "Sun Jieyuan, I am waiting for you in the Peony Pavilion."

After the Peony Fairy finished speaking, she flew lightly into the air and entered an independent courtyard on the third floor of Huafang.

Sun Wang was overjoyed and walked to the third floor under the guidance of the maid.

"Oh...the Peony Fairy has an appointment today."

"Alas...it's such a pity that my poetry is not as good as Sun Wang's, and I can't talk about life with Fairy Peony."

"Yes, I really envy Sun Jieyuan."

"Damn it, I will definitely write the best poem next time and make the Peony Fairy smile."

"Sigh... Could it be that Fairy Peony and Sun Wang fell in love and then stayed together and flew together?"

"Ha... you are overthinking. In the Hongxiu Pavilion, no one dares to cross the Twelve Golden Flowers and Fairy Baihua without Sister Hong's consent. The two of them can only drink and compose poems, and they can't even hold hands."

"That's okay, I'm still worried about Fairy Peony being taken advantage of by Sun Wang."

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In fact, Sun Wang did not meet Sister Hong's expected standards, nor did she meet Fairy Peony's standards.

Sister Hong knew that at the beginning of the game, the difficulty should not be set too high, otherwise the scholars present would be frightened and would not dare to compose poems, and then it would be very embarrassing.

In order to arouse the emotions of the scholars present and encourage more people to participate, she secretly gave Fairy Peony a subtle hint and invited Sun Wang to stimulate others.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Sun Wang's poems about town and county to be favored by Fairy Peony.

As the helmsman of Hongxiu Pavilion, Sister Hong knows how to watch people's words and control people's hearts.

Seeing that the atmosphere was in place, she continued: "The Peony Fairy has already arrived, and the other eleven Golden Flower and Hundred Flower Fairies are waiting eagerly.

Gentlemen, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and show off your special skills of pressing the bottom box and make the beauty smile."

As expected, her suggestion made the scholars present excited.

everyone is

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Gearing up, trying to win the next fairy.

The Hongxiuge Poetry Recital is not only an opportunity to get close to the fairies, but also to showcase one's own talents.

Maybe today's grand event will spread to the palace and attract the attention of His Majesty the Emperor, and it will definitely rise to the top.

Thinking of this, many scholars seemed to have been given blood.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Sister Hong walked off the stage with a smile and handed the scene back to the scholars.

The scholars present took out their own poems and asked the maids to sing them.

The atmosphere was very lively.

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Soon after.

Seeing that the time had come, the eldest prince Zihong winked at the scribes around him.

A certain scribe understood this and immediately stood up and said: "I am Jieyuanyu Wenhuan of Qiongzhou. I admire the Plum Blossom Fairy very much and wrote a poem to congratulate the Plum Blossom Fairy."

"Dark Plum"

The tree at the head of my inkstone-washing pond has blooming flowers with faint ink marks.

Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe.

When the maid finished reading Yu Wenhuan's poem, a blue and purple literary spirit appeared on the paper.

Obviously, Yu Wenhuan's poems are top-notch town-county poems, close to the level of town-town poems.

Yu Wenhuan raised his eyebrows at Zi Xin.

Zi Xin's face looked very ugly, "Zi Hong, you bastard, knows that I like Plum Blossom Fairy, but you come here to deliberately disgust people."

Yu Yi avoided the sight of everyone and quietly put a few scrolls into Zi Xin's hands and gave them a look.

Zi Xin was not stupid, he could probably guess what the scroll contained, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness."

He turned his eyes to Yu Wenhuan and mocked disdainfully: "Haha...it's just a bad poem, you're so proud of it. No matter how talented you are, it's just a dog raised by the eldest brother."

Yu Wenhuan was so angry that he trembled all over, "You...His Royal Highness the Third Prince speaks so vulgarly, aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of scholars all over the world?"

The scribes present all glared at the third prince.

If Zixin hadn't been a member of the royal family, he would probably have been beaten.

The eldest prince couldn't help but smile. The more arrogant and domineering Zi Xin is, the more scholars he offends, the better.

Only then did he have the opportunity to draw Yan Qingqing into his camp.

Zi Xin waved his hand nonchalantly and said: "The scholars in the world have nothing to do with this king. I have not competed for the throne, and I do not need the help of scholars to govern the country."

Everyone was speechless.

Although what the third prince said was unpleasant, it was also true.

A prince who doesn't want to compete for the throne or govern the country really doesn't need to care about the face of scholars.

The eldest prince, Zihong, said in a hurry: "Third brother, even if you can't write a poem, you don't have to step on others to get attention, right? That will make you look very uneducated."

Zi Xin retorted: "Ha... If I don't worry about you, my dear brother, who said that I can't compose poems?"

Zihong showed a playful smile: "Oh? The third brother can also compose poems, why didn't I know about it, eldest brother?

Is it your song, 'The plum blossoms are so beautiful, one has two, three or four, and each one is full of good petals. The more I look at it, the more I like it'?"

"Pfft..." Yu Yi, who was watching the show on the side, was pretending to drink tea, but when he heard the shocking verse, he immediately sprayed it, and Bai Xiaomeng was drenched.

The kitten girl looked at her master with resentment.

Yu Yi hurriedly wiped the kitten girl with a tissue, and then looked at Zi Xin with a strange look.

I didn't expect that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could write such a shocking poem.

Yan Qingqing covered her face with her hands and turned her head away, pretending not to recognize her stupid cousin.

The scene was even more noisy

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laugh.

Even behind the bead curtain, clear and sweet laughter could be heard.

All the fairies winked at their sister, Plum Blossom Fairy.

As a descendant of the royal family, the third prince naturally attracted much attention.

His poem spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chaoge City.

Plum Blossom Fairy also heard about it.

She was teased by Duduo sisters, and she couldn't help but blush slightly.

Zi Xin was also embarrassed by being crowded around. He stiffened his neck and said, "Who said that I can't compose poetry? My dear brother, don't look at people through the cracks in the door, because you will look down on them."

The eldest prince Zi Hong shook his head, he knew very well the ink in his third brother's belly.

"Oh...really? The eldest brother is very much looking forward to the third brother's ability to write amazing poems."

Zixin handed a scroll to the maid on the stage.

There was a sudden silence in the boat, everyone was expecting the third prince to write another ridiculous poem.

"Red Plum"

I'm afraid I'll be too late to sleep alone, and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the time.

Pretend to be a small red peach, apricot color, but still have a solitary, thin, snowy and frosty appearance.

The cold heart refuses to follow the spring state, and the wine-induced dizziness reaches the skin for no reason.

Shi Lao didn't know that Meg was there, but he looked at the green leaves and green branches.

The scroll in the maid's hand began to glow lavender.

When the maid finished singing, the audience immediately went crazy over the verses written on the rice paper.

"Damn it, my eyes are not blurry, are they? The scroll appears lavender, could it be Zhenzhou Poetry?"

"You read that right. The poems written by the third prince are indeed lavender. They are poems written by those who have just entered Zhenzhou."

"Hiss... Is this really a poem written by His Highness the Third Prince? It's so artistic, and it completely depicts the grand scene of winter plum blossoms."

"The plum blossom is afraid of being sad and covets sleep, so it has been delayed in blooming alone; it is worried that its cold face will be inappropriate for the time and will be jealous of the world.

Therefore, I deliberately wore a light pink-like peach and apricot color, but the plum branches are still thin, showing a posture that is still strong after withstanding the test of frost and snow.

Plum blossoms are adapted to the cold in their hearts and are unwilling to show off their beauty with the arrival of spring.

Its color is like the blush that a beauty gets for no reason after drinking, so artistic."

"Does the third prince also have such talent? I really can't tell."

"Huh... not sure, maybe it was copied?"

"You can't belittle others just because you're jealous, right?"

"It's not that I'm jealous, but the third prince's previous song "Ode to Plum Blossoms" is so famous that it's hard to connect it with the poem in front of me."

"That makes sense."

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After listening to Zi Xin's new poem, the eldest prince Zihong looked very unhappy.

This poem completely surpasses Yu Wenhuan's poems.

When he heard everyone's discussion, his face became much better, and he said: "Third brother, when did you have the talent to write poetry? Could it be that you really copied it from an ancient book, or asked someone to ghostwrite it?

"

Zi Xin's face flashed with a trace of unnaturalness, and he said forcefully: "Ha... Brother Dahuang can't write a poem, so he thinks that my poems are copied? Then why didn't you say that Yu Wenhuan's poems were also copied?

"

"Haha... How about the eldest brother asks his subordinates to compose another song, and the third brother can you also perform another one on the spot?"

"Come just come, who are you afraid of?" Zi Xin said disdainfully.

He was also secretly glad in his heart. Fortunately, his brother-in-law gave him several poems praising plum blossoms, otherwise he would definitely have revealed his true colors now.

Zihong winked at Yun Wenhuan, and Yu Wenhuan handed a scroll to the maid again.

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