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Cao Yue really wanted to go up and teach Lu Changle a hard lesson, so that she could understand that she should not underestimate people at any time, he would not necessarily lose every time in the Flying Flower Ling Competition.

He was only afraid of Zheng Han, and the others were not afraid.

But Cao Yue knew that it should not be him who won today, but someone else, because he answered two questions incorrectly today.

Sure enough, Tong Qing announced that the final winner was the player named Zhang Miaomiao.

"Hehe, Changle, the winning player is not Cao Yue, but Miao Miao, are you quite surprised?" Tong Qing asked Lu Changle with a smile.

"I'm a little lucky," Lu Changle also laughed, "Although I said just now that I wasn't afraid of him, I still didn't know the bottom in my heart, and I wasn't absolutely sure that I would win him." If I let out a big talk and lose to him again, then I will lose face. If it were a different player, I wouldn't be ashamed if I lost. ”

Lu Changle's ingenious Q&A won warm applause from the audience.

However, Zhang Miaomiao, who won the game, did not give Lu Changle face, she said very unceremoniously: "Lu Changle means that he is not afraid of me, and thinks that I am not her opponent at all, today I will let her see how powerful I am, and let her know what it means to have a sky outside the sky and someone outside the world." ”

Zhang Miaomiao's "domineering" and arrogant words surprised everyone in the audience.

Cao Yue, who felt very sullen while sitting in the group of 100, couldn't help but look at Zhang Miaomiao, who was not far from him.

Today's Zhang Miaomiao is still wearing Hanfu, but the way she wears Hanfu cannot be compared with Zheng Han and Lu Changle in temperament, and she is far from Chen Geng.

Somehow, anyway, Cao Yue felt very uncomfortable when he saw Zhang Miaomiao's slightly chubby face and the arrogance written on his face.

Reading ancient poems and wearing Hanfu should have the subtlety and gentleness of the ancients, just like Zheng Han and Lu Changle, even if they don't have the super classical temperament of them, they should be as lively and unpretentious as Chen Geng, not like Zhang Miaomiao.

However, Cao Yue was not worried that Lu Changle would be confused after being stimulated by Zhang Miaomiao's words, this woman could even endure such insults as him, let alone Zhang Miaomiao, who had no background.

In the face of Zhang Miaomiao's arrogance, Lu Changle didn't care at all, just smiled faintly, and didn't explain that what he said just now was just a joke with Cao Yue.

But Zhang Miaomiao walked to the front and back of the stage, still acting arrogant, she glanced at Lu Changle contemptuously, and then said loudly to the previous champion Chen Geng: "Chen Geng, you wait for me, I will definitely pull you down from the position of the champion today." ”

Her arrogance caused an uproar, and even the host Tong Qing and the two guest hosts Kang Cheng and Li Bo were surprised.

But Lu Changle still didn't say anything, just smiled at the camera, looking indifferent.

The theme word of today's Flying Flower Order is "Cloud".

As the winner of the 100-member group, Zhang Miaomiao started first.

Zhang Miaomiao does have her own arrogant capital, she reacted quickly in the competition with Lu Changle's Flying Flower Order, and almost without hesitation, she said the next poem.

"The mica screen is deep in candle shadows, and the long river is gradually falling" When Lu Changle took another line ......of poetry, before she finished reading, Zhang Miaomiao interrupted her.

"I said it," he said, rolling his eyes proudly and looking at Lu Changle with a disdainful expression.

This scene has appeared for the second time, in a previous game, when Zhang Miaomiao and another contestant competed in the "Flying Flower Order", the opponent recited a repetitive poem, and she interrupted the opponent without the host and guests making a sound, causing the opponent to panic, and finally won the victory.

Today, such a situation occurred again, and the faces of Tong Qing and the two guest teachers also changed suddenly.

Cao Yue, who was sitting on the stage watching, secretly praised this woman for being quite smart, but also had a worse impression of her.

Reminding the opponent like this will definitely make the opponent panic, maybe people won't be able to pick it up, and she can win the game.

But preemptively prompting the host before he spoke, it was obviously disrespectful to the opponent, and he also revealed his arrogant nature, which was really annoying. really insulted the Hanfu she was wearing, as well as the rhyme of the poetry conference.

However, Cao Yue knew that Lu Changle would not be confused by Zhang Miaomiao's deliberate interruption, and would respond immediately.

Sure enough, Lu Changle was not a little flustered, with a shallow smile on his face, and chanted a poem with the word "cloud": "When the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead the poetry to the blue night." ”

Lu Changle was not affected at all, Zhang Miaomiao was quite surprised, and she immediately recited a poem with the word "cloud".

There are countless poems with the word "cloud" in ancient poems, and both of them are people who are familiar with poetry books, reciting poems with the word cloud one after another, and they have not stopped for a long time.

Six or seven minutes passed, and the two of them had recited at least thirty or forty poems each, and they still couldn't tell the winner.

"Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and you will return to the bird," Zhang Miaomiao chanted another poem, and looked at Lu Changle with a smug face.

Lu Changle's expression was the same, but he didn't speak immediately, but waited for the host Tong Qing to speak.

Sure enough, Tong Qing spoke: "Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and you will enter the bird, these two poems Lu Changle has already recited." ”

"Huh?!" At this time, Zhang Miaomiao was a little dumbfounded, and looked at Tong Qing in disbelief, "Teacher Tong Qing, you must not be mistaken?

"There will be no mistake, the system will automatically prompt," Tong Qing said with a smile: "Hurry up and think again, the time will be up soon." ”

But when the time prompt sounded, Zhang Miaomiao still didn't come up with the next poem with the word "cloud", and in the frustrating system prompt, she was defeated.

"Although I lost today, I will come again in the next game," Zhang Miaomiao said, without waiting for the host Tong Qing to signal anything, and left the venue in a negative mood.

She looked like this, and no matter how much she caused an uproar in the audience, Tong Qing and the two guest hosts were also in disbelief.

"Plants and trees have their own hearts, why ask for beauty," Lu Changle said meaningfully: "I think the meaning of poetry should be integrated into our lives, poetic life, poetic life is our pursuit." ”

"From the lonely smoke of the desert in the north of the Saibei to the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, from the idyllic songs of mountains and rivers to the golden iron horse in Yangguan in the west, we are reciting quatrains for the ages, and we are also experiencing the various states of the world. Tong Qing answered, "So no matter where you will return tomorrow, where you are, and what kind of life you will unfold, don't forget the touching, that intoxication, that joy, and that excitement that we have all experienced during this period of time, that is the light you bloom, and that is also the eternal charm of Chinese classical poetry." ”

"Changle is right, poetic life is our pursuit, we must use poetic grace to face everything in life calmly. Okay, today's attacker has been decided, that is the beautiful Hanfu princess Lu Changle, she will compete with Chen Geng, the champion of the previous issue, for the chairmanship of this issue. ”

Tong Qing's words made Zhang Miao, who had just walked off the field, angry and wanted to go crazy on the spot.