There are thousands of servants in the Wei Palace, and the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club has been held for many years, and the palace is very experienced.

Although there were a lot of people who came today, the maids and servants were not chaotic in the crowd, and kept sending all kinds of pastries and drinks.

However, after Ouyang Xun announced the theme, everyone who had ideas on the scene was not in the mood to taste those delicacies, and they all spread paper and polished ink, ready to show their skills.

"Yun'er, it seems that the one who wrote 'once the sea was difficult to turn into water' to Hongye a while ago should be His Royal Highness the King of Chu himself. I don't believe anyone else can ghostwrite three, no, I should say four poems that have been passed down through the ages, and the world has never heard of them at all. ”

A beautiful woman stood on the side of the backstage, not far from the master and servant of the red leaves, this was the top Zixia girl of Tianxiang Pavilion.

It is said that this Tianxiang Pavilion and Yihong Mansion can be said to be the most prestigious green buildings in Chang'an City.

Many of the girls in it are not selling their bodies, of course, when they meet the heart-warming Lang Jun, will they take the initiative to invite them to stay overnight, it's hard to say.

"Girl, I see that His Royal Highness the King of Chu is not arrogant at all, I don't know why so many people outside say bad things about him."

Yun'er's existence is a bit similar to Xiaocui next to Hongye, and they are all the closest people around Zixia and other characters.

Nine times out of ten, the top brands of these Qinglou have a miserable background, and they often have no relatives, or they don't know who their relatives are.

At this time, the role played by the personal servant girl is not just as simple as the servant girl.

"His Royal Highness the King of Chu, if he doesn't make a sound, he has already made a blockbuster, which really surprises me. I'd heard the other sisters in the pavilion talk about him before, but they all said that he was a gentleman. It seems that hearing is nothing, seeing is believing. ”

Zixia looked at Li Kuan with an expectant expression, looking forward to the second round of the "Moon" themed competition, and Li Kuan would be able to come up with a few good poems again.

Although, intellectually, Zixia thinks that this possibility is too low.

Even if His Royal Highness the King of Chu is quick and talented, it is impossible for him to create peerless masterpieces in such a short period of time, right?

"yes. Although this poem is not specially written for girls, but such a good poem, the girl has a lot more choices when she sings it. Yun'er glanced at the red leaves with a little envy.

I don't know what kind of good luck Yihong Mansion went, His Royal Highness the King of Chu actually left a masterpiece in their building.

Obviously, the fame and talent of his own girl before were higher than that of the red leaf girl, but since Li Kuan left "the sea was difficult to water", in Chang'an City, red leaves are faintly the first person in the green building.

"Yun'er, don't make a sound, I see that His Royal Highness the King of Chu has already started to write!"

Just when Zixia's master and servant were whispering about Li Kuan, Li Kuan, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly noticed that a pillar diagram appeared on the system panel, and three big characters were displayed next to it.

Although there are no numbers, it is clear that the histogram is rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, although I don't know how far from the target is, but the rise is certain.

Li Kuan immediately cheered up and began to write poems, no, to be precise, copying poems.

Copying one is also copying, and copying three is also copying.

found that he simply copied three poems just now, which added a lot of charm value to himself, and Li Kuan felt that he would simply give everyone a little more fierceness.

As for whether it will leave any psychological shadow on talents such as Wang Jie and Zheng Hai, it doesn't matter so much.

"Xuan Ce, go and hand in the papers for this king!"

In less than a cup of tea, Li Kuan wrote three works, and there were many people around him frowning and thinking about how to start writing.

Wang Xuance watched Li Kuan write it, so he naturally knew what level these three poems were; After hearing Li Kuan's words, he immediately quickly picked up the work on the table and went straight to the stage.

"Huh? That guy went to hand in the papers again? Could it be that His Royal Highness the King of Chu gave up directly in this game, and handed in the papers just at the beginning? ”

"Isn't it like you've prepared your work in advance and submitted it as soon as the theme is announced?"

"Cao Zhi wrote poems in seven steps, and His Royal Highness the King of Chu wrote three poems under a cup of tea, which is considered a long insight for me."

"I'm suddenly kind of looking forward to the results of the second round."

There was a murmur at the scene, and those who had no hope of competing for the top few, or who had come to make soy sauce in the first place, had given up writing poetry.

"Brother Wang, have you finished writing it too?" Changsun Chong originally thought about the theme of "moon", and he wrote several works that he thought were good a few days ago, and when he saw Li Kuan handing in the paper so quickly, he immediately chose a poem that he thought was the best to transcribe and prepare to hand it in.

Even if it can't compare to Li Kuan in terms of quality, at least it can't lose to him in terms of momentum.

However, as soon as he asked the servant to hand in the paper, he found that Wang Jie on the side had already written it, but he was still considering whether to revise it again.

"Hand in my work too!" Wang Jie saw that Li Kuan and Changsun Chong had both handed over, and he didn't want to fall behind.

In many cases, unless your work is really outstanding, the less likely you are to get a good result if you submit it too late.

In this way, the scene, which was originally a little noisy, became more lively.

Many people who have prepared poems in advance don't pretend, just hand them in.

Anyway, everyone knows that this poem was written in advance.

However, although there was a bit of noise in the audience, several bigwigs on the stage fell into a new round of tranquility.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying!" Li Gang immersed himself in the poem for a while before putting down the paper and taking a deep breath.

At the same time, Xiao Yu on the side also sighed: "The crown prince is old-fashioned, King Wei is talented, and King Wu is heroic. I didn't expect it to be more dazzling. ”

"The three poems in the first round, if you still have some questions, then now there are three more, in my opinion, the first genius in Chang'an City is none other than His Royal Highness the King of Chu." Ouyang Xun handed the poem in his hand to Li Gang, "Gong Li, look at my article, I estimate that the situation is similar to just now, and none of them are bad." ”

"It's not bad, it's just ......" Li Gang didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

Prior to this, he had always believed that poetry must be carefully crafted and matched with special circumstances and inspiration to write beautiful classics.

But what about Li Kuan?

It simply refreshed everyone's perception of writing poetry!

Where is this writing poetry, writing and copying books is not so fast, right?

The key is to forget it quickly, and the quality is still ......

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. Don't read anything else in this poem, just by virtue of this sentence, it can be famous for eternity, right? Li Gang took the work handed over by Ouyang Xun, and the content was a little numb with excitement.

"The people of today do not see the ancient times and the moon, but the present month once looked like the ancients. Li Gong, what do you think of this sentence? This His Royal Highness the King of Chu is really beyond my expectations. I'm curious to see what else he'll have to come! ”

Ouyang Xun: "Gong Xiao, come back to the masterpiece...... Is this still human? ”