Reborn as a fiend statue

"plum bossom"

There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone.

I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance.

"The literary spirit of "Plum Blossom" has reached lavender. It is completely a Zhenzhou poem. It is even darker in color than the "Red Plum" written by His Highness the Third Prince."

"Ling Han bloomed alone... Because of the subtle fragrance, just a few lines of poems fully demonstrated the characteristics of plum blossoms. Yu Wenhuan's is indeed amazing, and he is worthy of Qiongzhou Jieyuan."

"It's amazing. Anyway, I can't write poems with such artistic conception."

"I wonder how the Third Prince should respond?"

"There's something good to watch."

…

Zihong continued to rush: "Third brother, hurry up and bring the poem you made for everyone to taste and taste it. Maybe it will be better than one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a lot of laughter in the boat.

"Hmph...prick up your ears and listen, don't pretend to be deaf again later." Zi Xin said disdainfully.

The maid began to sing Zi Xin's new poems.

"Snowy Plum"

The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for the spring but are not willing to fall, so Sao Renge spends money to comment on it.

The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.

The Wen Qi in the painting boat surged into the sky, and the Wen Qi on the scroll turned deep purple with a touch of orange.

"Hiss..."xn

There was a sound of gasping in the boat, and everyone gasped.

The Third Prince's "Snow Plum" completely crushed Yu Wenhuan's "Plum Blossom", and there is no comparison between the two.

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"Plum plum blossoms are less white than snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms. It's a good poem, and the last two lines may be passed down for eternity."

"This "Snow Plum", with its brilliant literary spirit, is a top-notch poem to support the state, almost becoming a poem to support the country."

"Poems that support the country have not appeared in the past hundreds of years. Unfortunately, "Snow Plum" is only just a hair away from becoming a poem that supports the country."

"It's incredible."

"The third prince is completely famous. If he can continue to work hard and compose a real poem that subdues the country, His Majesty the Emperor will probably take another look at him."

"Bah, bah, bah... isn't it true that the eldest prince steals the chicken but loses the rice?"

"Shh... keep your voice down, are you afraid you want to die?"

…

Yu Wenhuan's eyes were blank and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible, how could I lose?"

The eldest prince, Zihong, looked ugly and said forcefully: "Third brother, it's really not easy. He can actually find a gunman who can write a poem that is close to the country's victory."

Zi Xin smiled disdainfully and said: "Haha... Brother Da Huang is so funny. Why do you think I am the gunman you are looking for?"

"This is not simple. With your literary skills, it is impossible to write such a top-notch poem. You must find someone to write it for you."

"Brother, are you stupid? Which fool would give up the opportunity to become a successful person and give it to others?"

"..."

Yu Yi rolled his eyes when he heard that, you are such a third prince.

I tried my best to help you, but you actually called me a fool?

Yu Yi has concocted one hundred and eighty ways to trick Zi Xin in his mind.

The eldest prince Zihong continued to argue: "Third brother, look at the expressions of the scholars around you. How many people believe that "Snow Plum" was written by you? Unless you write another poem similar to Xuemei."

When Yan Qingqing saw that her eldest cousin had been targeting her younger cousin, she immediately got angry and slammed her jade hand on the table, "Your Highness, are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

Zihong smiled apologetically and said, "Cousin, you misunderstood. The eldest brother is just helping you expose the disguise of the third brother."

"You..." Yan Qingqing was still about to argue, but was stopped by Yu Yi.

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Yu Yi shook his head gently and said: "Ignore it. The more you argue, the happier the eldest prince will be. Let Brother Xin compose another one."

"Humph..." Yan Qingqing sat down angrily.

Zixin glared at Zihong angrily, "Brother, let you see if I can write a poem today."

…………

Zixin handed over a scroll again.

The maid read a poem for him with a smile:

"Mountain Garden Plum"

All the fragrances are swaying, and they are blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and cut off its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and there is no need to share gold bottles with sandalwood boards.

The interior of the painting boat was full of cultural energy, and the scrolls were glowing with bright golden light.

"Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden" is different from "Snow Plum Blossoms" which is close to a poem of subjugating the country, but actually becomes a poem of subjugating the country.

"Damn it, His Highness the Third Prince actually wrote a poem to subjugate the country?"

"It's incredible, it's incredible. This song "Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden" has indeed reached the category of a national poem, and is even more powerful than that song "Snow Plum Blossoms". I'm afraid the third prince is about to take off."

"Haha, it doesn't matter whether the third prince can fly or not. He is a noble person from the sky, and he has stood at the finish line since he was born."

"Haha...that's quite true."

"The third prince's two poems about plum blossoms are at their peak. I'm afraid it will be difficult to write better poems about plum blossoms than his ones in the future."

"I wonder what the Plum Blossom Fairy would think?"

"Haha... Need I say it? If someone gives me two poems to support the country, I don't care whether they are male or female, I will just post them."

"Damn it, brother, you are a bullshit!"

…

The faces of the eldest prince Zi Hong and others were already very dark.

"My third brother is really talented in literature. I hope we can discuss it again next time."

"Haha... Then I'll wait for the First Emperor to make his move."

"Hmph..." The eldest prince Zihong snorted coldly and led Wu Tianhao, Yu Wenhuan and others back to their seats.

The Plum Blossom Fairy walked out of the bead curtain with lotus steps and bowed, "Your Highness, Third Prince, I am waiting for you in the Plum Blossom Pavilion."

The Plum Blossom Fairy flew back to the Plum Blossom Pavilion.

The eldest prince's face turned even more ugly.

His original intention was to disgust the third prince, but he didn't expect that he would fulfill his long-cherished wish.

Zi Xin was so excited that he was at a loss.

"Haha...Brother Xin, why don't you go to the third floor quickly? What are you doing here?" Yu Yi kindly reminded.

"Oh...thank you brother-in-law for reminding me."

When Zi Xin walked past Yu Yi, Yu Yi gave him a few scrolls again.

Yu Yi sent a message: "Maybe Plum Blossom Fairy will give you a test, just follow the instructions above."

"Thank you."

Zi Xin said gratefully.

…

In the next period of time, all the talented scholars showed their talents.

Although several people have written excellent poems to support the state, there is not even one poem to support the country.

It must be said that the literati of the Zhuxia Empire were indeed unique.

Several literary talents have successively won the favor of the flower fairies and become guests of the curtain.

After the final results, the seven flower fairies, peony, rose, rose, plum blossom, lotus, jasmine, and chrysanthemum, entered their respective pavilions.

Lily, peony, narcissus, peach blossom, crabapple, the five flower fairies did not leave.

There are many literary talents who expressed their love to the five flower fairies, but most of them are inferior to the chosen ones.

The five flower fairies did not take a fancy to the flatterer.

As for Fairy Baihua, as the grand finale, the event has not yet begun.

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Sister Hong walked onto the stage again and said with a sweet smile: "Today's poetry meeting is really an eye-opener for me. Scholars from all over the country are very powerful.

Next will be the highlight of the poetry meeting, which will be presented by our Baihua Fairy.

If someone can win the favor of Baihua Fairy, he will become famous throughout the Xia Empire."

Fairy Baihua walked out of the beaded curtain with lotus steps, her red lips parted slightly: "Thank you for your love, today Hua Qingwu will shamelessly pose a question to find like-minded talents."

"Oh oh oh... I finally waited until Baihua Fairy appeared."

"Wow... I wonder what questions Baihua Fairy will ask?"

"It shouldn't be about flowers anymore, otherwise it will overlap with the Twelve Golden Flowers and be difficult to distinguish."

“Looking forward to it.”

Baihua Fairy Hua Qingwu continued: "I am very ashamed to be chosen as Baihua Fairy because of my appearance as a willow tree.

Spring is the season when a hundred flowers bloom, so today’s topic is based on spring.

You can freely describe the scene of spring returning to the earth, all things reviving, and hundreds of flowers blooming."

After Baihua Fairy finished asking the questions, she returned to the bead curtain and sat on the luxurious lounge chair waiting for the results.

Yu Yi had been observing carefully when Hua Qingwu appeared.

His feeling was indeed correct, Baihua Fairy had a familiar aura on her body.

But he was absolutely sure that he had never seen Hua Qingwu before.

"Spring is the title? This title seems very simple, but it is also the most difficult to write."

"Indeed, to use a few lines of poetry to describe the scene of spring returning to the earth, all things reviving, and hundreds of flowers blooming is simply harder than climbing to the sky."

Many literary talents only frowned.

One of the talented men walked out of the crowd first and said, "I am Liu Shixue from Yuzhou Jieyuan. I admire Fairy Baihua very much and wrote a poem to congratulate Fairy Baihua for becoming the oiran."

The maid began to sing his poems.

"early spring"

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital.

As the poem was recited, the scroll began to glow blue and turned into a deep blue.

"Damn it...Liu Shixue wrote a top-notch county-level poem when he first started it. It's such a big hand."

"Fairy Baihua is an oiran and has many admirers, so naturally she cannot be compared with ordinary people."

"That's very true..."

Although Liu Shixue's Zhenjun poem was amazing, it did not cause too much trouble. After all, Zhuyu was already there.

After Liu Shixue's poems were sung, several talented people joined in the poem competition, and the atmosphere gradually became heated.

The eldest prince Zihong turned his attention to Yu Yi and said: "Mr. Yu, can you prove that your literary talent is not bad by hanging out with the third brother? Do you want to perform a performance?"

Yu Yi shook his head: "Not interested."

"Mr. Yu, are you not interested, or are you afraid? Do you know that you are not capable enough, and are you afraid of making a fool of yourself?" Wu Tianhao immediately seized the opportunity to sarcastically say.

"Wu Tianhao, haven't you been beaten enough by me?" Yan Qingqing glared at her.

"you……"

Yu Yi shook his head and said: "You don't have to be as knowledgeable as a mad dog. He doesn't know how to write poetry, so he just thinks the same as others."

Yu Wenhuan jumped out and sneered: "Huh... Mr. Yu said this to prove that you can also compose poetry? How about comparing it with me?"

Yu Yi said sarcastically: "Ah... the autistic loser who was criticized by the third prince, is he trying to regain his confidence in me?"

"asshole."

Zihong interjected: "Since Mr. Yu doesn't like my two subordinates, how about a game with me?"

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