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As the

name suggests, the Song Flower Contest is naturally an expression of praise for the flowers.

All those who participate in the competition can express their praise for any kind of flower at will, as long as the praise is good and deeply popular, then he is the leader of the Yonghua competition.

But the flowers that are chanted must not be repeated. That is, whoever speaks as quickly as possible is most likely to win.

In this kind of competition, the rules are not difficult, but it is not easy to win the flowers you want to praise and overwhelm the crowd.

With the beginning of the competition, many contestants began to express their praise for the flowers they brought, and the whole Hundred Flowers Festival gradually became full of excitement.

And Deng Ren, who had just lost, saw that the heat of the conference had reached a certain level, so he strode forward, walked to the center of the hall, and said confidently.

"Hearing the praise of the flower friends of all the flowers, I can't help but praise my peony flowers."

When everyone heard this, they applauded. Then Deng Ren politely pressed his hand, and then slowly groaned in the silence of everyone.

"The national color is overwhelming, and the glory is nine glows. Immortals doubt the mortal earth, where is the fragrance of heaven? "

A poem is over, the house is speechless, and then there is an uproar!

"Okay! Deng Gongzi is worthy of being a talent in Mozhu County, not only the flowers are well raised, but the literary style is also the dragon and phoenix among people.

"This poem completely shows the beauty of peony's national color and fragrance to the fullest, and the sentence 'Immortal doubts the earth, where is the fragrance of heaven'!"

"Deng Gongzi really came prepared, it seems that the leader of this Yonghua competition is none other than Deng Gongzi."

When the chief three women heard this poem, they also nodded one after another. The beauty of peonies should have been praised like poetry.

Deng Ren smiled proudly amid everyone's praise: "Accept, accept."

Then, he glanced at Hua Yuehan defiantly.

Let your hundred flowers spirit body, let you understand flowers, I want to see how your words of praise can overcome the national color and fragrance!

And at this moment, the chief three daughters also discovered the mystery.

The national color is fragrant!

Deng Ren's peony already has such a high level of praise, so the rest of the people, I am afraid that it is difficult to overcome Deng Ren's people.

So Hua Yue Han, I don't know if I can cope with such difficulties.

Sure enough, the rest of the people did everything they could to express their praise for the flowers, but they were finally slightly inferior to Deng Ren.

Soon, there were no more people who came to Yonghua. And the hundred flowers in the world, it seems that there is only one kind of rose, and no one has yet praised it.

Xiao Miaoer and the three daughters of the hall couldn't help but look at Hua Yuehan.

Whether the Hundred Flowers Spirit Body can win the first place depends on whether he can praise the rose flower better than the peony.

However, roses are always slightly inferior to peonies.

Mo Han smiled slightly, and was about to walk towards the center of the hall. However, I didn't want to, a female voice suddenly rose tactfully in the main hall.

"The beautiful posture is brilliant, and the ice muscle is dewy. Remember the beautiful dreams under the moon, and see the flowers the most today.

People looked for prestige, and saw the Cheng family, Cheng Xue, holding roses in their hands, walking slowly in the center of the hall.

And the poem she speaks of is undoubtedly a praise for roses.

"The beautiful posture is brilliant, and the ice muscle is dewy." This sentence completely compares the rose flower to a beauty.

"Remember the beautiful dreams under the moon, and I love flowers the most today." It expresses rose's perfect reliance on love with the world, and also expresses her yearning for love.

Cheng Xuechu is moving, and with this poem, it completely substitutes people into the feelings of a young girl. Although this poem is not as high as Deng Ren's praise for flowers, it is surprisingly successful and eye-catching.

Good poetry.

It is rare to be able to sing a rose that is slightly inferior to a peony.

People nodded.

Now the winner seems to be chosen between Deng Ren and Cheng Xue.

Of course, the Hundred Flowers Spirit Body, Hua Yue Han, has not yet sung flowers.

However, now that the hundred flowers have been recited by the contestants, which kind of flower should Hua Yue Han sing?

You know, just now, even Mozhu, there are competitors who understand the spirit, and they have sung first, obviously everyone has cut off Hua Yuehan's back road very tacitly!

Today, however, there are only wild flowers and weeds. In such a situation, if Hua Yuehan knows flowers again, how can he be able to outwhelm Deng Ren and Cheng Xue through those nameless miscellaneous flowers?

People's eyes inevitably turned to Hua Yuehan, all expectant and worried.

Zou Baiyan, Nangong Zhiran, Huang Fushan, and Xiao Miaoer, who was peeking in the crowd, all frowned, and they were also nervously looking forward to it, what kind of performance will Hua Yuehan have?

A hundred flowers are exhausted, and there are no flowers to sing. He spent the moon cold, is it Jiang Lang's talent, willing to bow down? Or can you win surprisingly and break through!

But at this moment, Mo Han slowly paced among the flowers, and then stopped in front of a pot of brightly colored azaleas, and next to its flower soil, he plucked a small daisy that was still budding.

The little daisy was petite and pitiful, and a little golden petal timidly hid among the buds, without any beauty.

Everyone was slightly shocked.

Hua Yue Han, actually picked a small daisy?

Little daisies are wildflowers in the Tian Yuan Continent, and no one has ever praised such small flowers that can be seen everywhere.

Could it be said that Hua Yuehan wanted to win with this kind of miscellaneous flowers?

"Hmph! A hundred flowers are exhausted, he has no flowers to sing! If you don't sing wildflowers, what else can you sing? Deng Ren sneered, "I would rather see how his Hundred Flowers Spirit Body turns over this time!" "

The third daughter and Xiao Miaoer saw this scene, and the secret road was not good. If Mo Han sang this miscellaneous flower, the chance of winning was too slim.

However, at this moment, Mo Han was pinching the small golden daisy bud in his hand, and walked to the center of the hall with a pitying face.

"The same flower, where is it high and low? Since no one is chanting you, let me sing you! As

soon as the words fell, people were in an uproar!

Hua Yuehan, actually want to sing that weak little daisy with buds that have not been released?

The third daughter and Xiao Miaoer became nervous, and then, they smelled the cold of the flower and moon, and slowly groaned.

"Stay until autumn comes September 8..."

The hearts of the third daughter and Xiao Miaoer seemed to fall to the ground and shattered.

This first sentence is so straightforward, featureless, without the slightest praise for flowers, so how can the last three sentences be wonderful and turn the situation around?

It seems that this competition, Hua Yuehan is going to lose completely.

Sure enough, everyone laughed!

What kind of poem is this? And what praise?

Stay until autumn comes September 8?

Flat and straightforward, no beauty! If he only had this kind of literary brilliance, then he would simply not come out and be embarrassed!

All kinds of contempt arose one after another in the field, but Mo Han was unmoved and continued to speak.

"I kill a hundred flowers after they bloom."

Instantly! The noisy venue quieted down.

Mo Han's words were like thunder on the ground, making people's hearts beat violently!

Everyone seemed to see the golden daisies blooming all over the mountains, capturing the color of the entire autumn, like a king, cutting down all the flowers!

And at this time, Hua Yuehan, who was standing in the hall, seemed to become depressed at this moment!

"The sky-piercing incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor."

Hua Yue Han raised her head and said, her eyes looked back at the sky, like a king, looking forward to the world!