Reborn as a fiend statue

An hour passed quickly.

Several scholars could not think of a suitable sentence in the end, so they reluctantly chose to give up.

There are also people who write a poem hastily near the end to cope with the deadline.

There were less than a hundred poems submitted.

Thirteen flower fairies are responsible for singing, and the prime minister is still the judge.

In the second round of competition, there is a chance of getting into ten out of one hundred, with a one-tenth chance.

Nearly one hundred poems were sung by thirteen people, neither too fast nor too slow.

Most poems can be judged as good or bad by the light of literary style.

As the words of a poem are read out, the purple and orange lights on the stage complement each other.

"Yue People's Song"

Snow is not cold yet

This evening, what evening is coming? The boat is in the middle of the current.

What day will it be that I shall be in the same boat with the prince?

When you are humiliated and treated well, you are not ashamed.

My heart was troubled and I found out about the prince.

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.

The Peach Blossom Fairy read out Xue Weihan's poem, and the scroll glowed orange, and the color gradually deepened.

"Wow...Orange is out again, Zhenguo's poems seem to be worthless."

"Haha... you can't say that. Many people have taken out all their bottom cards."

"Damn it, there is gold in the orange, another poem that is close to the level of a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation has been published."

"Indeed, it is, but it still lacks some heat. Only one-third turns golden."

""Yueren Song"? The first few lines are quite normal, but the last line, 'There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and my heart is full of joy, but you don't know it.' It's the finishing touch. No wonder it's close to golden."

"This "Yueren Song" seems to have been composed by Xue Weihan, the fifth prince of the Xuelan Empire."

"Amazing, he is worthy of being a versatile fifth prince."

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"Fortune"

Liuyunyue

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the water of the Yangtze River together without seeing you.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.

Chrysanthemum Fairy read Liu Yunyue's work.

"Wow... look, the song "Businessman" is almost the same as "Song of the Yue People", one-third of them are both golden."

"I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and that you will live up to my love and be in a good mood."

"This song "Businessman" seems to have been written by Her Royal Highness Liu Yunyue, Princess of the Liuyun Empire."

"Amazing, she is truly a woman, she is truly a talented woman."

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"Your Highness Xue and Princess Yue, you two are really amazing." Yu Yi couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue are both real talents and scholars, not a Xibei guy like him who gets paid by copying poems.

If Yu Yi, Xue Weihan, and Liu Yunyue were to engage in a strategic battle, he would have absolute confidence to kill them both.

But in terms of poetry, he and the two are thousands of miles apart.

"Brother Yu, thank you for the award." Xue Weihan shook his head gently, not too excited.

"Mr. Yu, are you really not mocking me and His Highness Xue?" Liu Yunyue said with a strange expression.

Yu Yi waved his hand and said: "How dare I ridicule you two? I sincerely praise you two."

"Fuck... look, another one of the best poems that is close to golden." An exclamation attracted everyone's attention.

The poems in Baihua Fairy's hand were also projected into the air, and the scroll glowed with orange and gold, and more than two-thirds of it was dyed gold.

"Jiang Chengzi"

Mr. Fish

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, and our faces are covered with dust.

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The temples are as frosty as frost.

When the night comes, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small Xuan window. They look at each other speechlessly, only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the heartache will be severed every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

"Hiss...it's Mr. Yu again. He actually composed another poem that is close to a poem handed down from ancient times. It's really amazing."

"It's amazing...it's unbelievable."

"All I can say is, cowhide!"

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, I will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away..." Liu Yunyue muttered to himself while looking at the poem in mid-air.

"Brother Yu is so awesome, I am convinced." Xue Weihan praised.

"It's not that exaggerated. It's just a little better than you, but far from a poem handed down from generation to generation." Yu Yi shook his head, knowing that his family knew about his affairs.

Except for Yu Yi and the others, Zuo Xu's poetry is not bad either, but it is just a little worse than that of Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue.

Gu Tianming ranked fifth.

The top ten candidates have all been selected.

The poems written by the remaining five are all deep purple national poems, but they are far inferior to those of Yu Yi and the other five.

As Xue Weihan said, several people he mentioned have all advanced.

Sister Hong stood on the stage and said with a sweet smile: "Congratulations to Mr. Yu, His Highness Xue Weihan, Princess Liu Yunyue, Number One Scholar Zuo Xu, Young Master Gu Tianming, His Highness the First Prince Zihong... the above ten talented people have passed the second level."

"It's halftime now, please flower fairies, please continue to perform a dance for everyone."

Sister Hong knows how to take advantage of the situation and promote Thirteen Flower Fairies.

The forces in the VIP room on the second floor never showed up or participated in commenting on the poems, which was quite surprising.

The song is over.

Sister Hong continued on the stage, took out an imperial edict, and read: "The third round of the competition is about to begin. I am entrusted by Your Majesty to announce the third round of test questions on your behalf."

"His Majesty's decree: The golden autumn season has arrived, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. All contestants are asked to write a poem with the title of Mid-Autumn Festival. The time limit is one hour."

The questions in the third round of competition are actually not new, and can even be said to be very old-fashioned.

In the Xia Empire, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, poetry gatherings of varying sizes would be organized in brothels and boats along the Nile River.

Although the Mid-Autumn Festival theme is cliché, it is also difficult to write about.

Because of this theme, it has been written by countless literati throughout the ages.

It is very difficult to write more brilliantly than previous writers.

The ten talents who advanced to the third round are all top poetry masters.

If the poetry you write does not meet the expected standards, you will inevitably be criticized.

Xue Weihan sighed softly: "Oh... tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the third round is titled Mid-Autumn Festival. It's really difficult to write!"

Liu Yunyue chuckled lightly, "His Royal Highness Xue is pretending again. Didn't you already guess the title?"

Xue Weihan said nonchalantly: "Maybe His Majesty the Emperor did it on purpose, and he was not afraid that someone would guess the content of the third round of assessment questions.

After the first and second rounds of screening, the remaining ten people were all good at poetry.

No matter how bad your Mid-Autumn Festival poems are, they won’t be any worse.”

When Yu Yi heard the discussion between Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan, he was surprised and asked: "Have you two already prepared poems with the title of Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Xue Weihan scratched his head awkwardly, "Absolutely!"

Liu Yunyue was not embarrassed at all, and said with a sweet smile: "Not only me and His Highness Xue, I believe Gu Tianming and Zuo Xu should also have made preparations in advance."

Yu Yi felt numb.

Co-author, he alone has no preparation?

Fortunately he was copying poems, otherwise he might have failed miserably.

Jiang Yuyao pouted, "Damn it, they are all cheating."

Yu Yi smiled and rubbed the little saint's head, "Haha, don't be discouraged, you can guess

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Questioning is also a kind of ability.”

Xue Weihan felt somewhat guilty, and kindly reminded: "Brother Yu, you'd better think of poems quickly, time waits for no one."

"No problem!" Yu Yi waved his hand and turned his gaze to Jiang Yuyao, "Xiao Jiang, grind the ink."

"Okay, Brother Yu."

Yu Yi took the writing brush and began to write the eternal Mid-Autumn Festival song "Shui Tiao Song Tou·When Will the Bright Moon Come?"

After finishing a word, he put down his pen and waited for the time to end.

Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan did not read what Yu Yi wrote.

The three of them chatted and didn't care about the outcome at all.

Gu Tianming and Zuo Xu had similar personalities, so they talked quietly together.

The eldest prince Zihong didn't know what he was thinking and entered a state of trance.

The remaining four scholars were more or less nervous.

When the time was almost over, Yu Yi asked Jiang Yuyao to submit the work.

Others also submitted their own works one after another.

Thirteen flower fairies sang ten poems at a faster speed than the second round.

The first thing Fairy Lotus read was a poem by the eldest prince Zihong:

"Playing with the Moon in Peach Garden on August 15th Night"

Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free, and it is like being in a fairy mansion in Qingqiu.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

Taking a leisurely look at the group of people, the sky and the earth are thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar, and I paid tribute to the real immortal official from afar.

The clouds are about to move and the stars are moving, and Tianle makes his muscles and bones feel cold.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

The beautiful scenery is hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.

"The eldest prince is a talented poet. He can write such beautiful sentences. He is indeed the most talented prince in the Xia Empire."

A scholar commented: "This poem has sixteen lines in total, and every four lines has a rhyme, and each rhyme is a natural paragraph.

The first paragraph is about playing with the moon in Taoyuan, with the scenery of the moon and the feeling of playing;

The second paragraph describes the night of August 15th, with the sky, earth, mountains and rivers illuminated by the moonlight as a contrast to the Mid-Autumn Moon;

The third paragraph is about romantic imagination, describing the feeling of ecstasy, which arises naturally from the scene and emotion;

The last paragraph draws back from the imagination, writes about the sunrise and moonset, and expresses emotions about the "perfect scenery and good times". After leaving the Taoyuan for a while, it is difficult to revisit it.

The scenery throughout the poem changes from time to time, and the mood moves with the scenery, giving it a sense of ups and downs."

"This poem is already orange with gold, close to being a poem handed down from generation to generation."

"It seems that the eldest prince is here well prepared."

"Awesome, awesome."

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Zihong couldn't help but smile when he heard everyone's discussion.

He looked provocatively at where Yu Yi was, as if to say: Not only can you write poems that are close to the level of poems handed down from generation to generation, but so can I.

Yu Yi rolled his eyes and ignored it.

Immediately afterwards, Narcissus Fairy read out the poems of Zuo Xu, the new champion in science:

"One Cut Plum·Mid-Autumn Festival without Moon"

Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival, the osmanthus bushes, the flowers are in the cup, and the moon is also in the cup.

Tonight, the screen window is wet with clouds and wet rain.

I want to take advantage of the wind to ask about chemical engineering, but the road is difficult to pass, and the letter is also difficult to pass.

The whole hall is only filled with red candles, drinking calmly and singing calmly.

"Wow..."One Cut Plum·Mid-Autumn Moonless" is close to orange. Zuo Xu is indeed the number one scholar in the new department."

"It is indeed close to gold, but there is still nearly one-fifth of the orange color, which has not really reached the level of a poem handed down from generation to generation."

"Anyway, the new top scholar's words are better than those of His Highness the First Prince."

"That's absolutely true."

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