"What happened?"

"Why didn't he move?"

"Could it be that he hasn't thought about it yet?"

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After seeing the poem written by Li Yi in a short time, Baiguan's heart was already almost desperate, and suddenly saw Zhao Xiuwen looking at the poem that had not been written for a long time, and his heart immediately became puzzled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is really not a difficult topic to write, if the other party didn't even come up with a single poem after Li Xianzi finished writing, then the hundred officials not only had to wonder if the so-called "thousand-year-old poetry is the highest" is just a false name.

But if this is the case, how could the poet ghost Wang Zhong say the words "ashamed of himself"?

"Could it be that there is something wrong with Li Xianzi's poems?" Someone noticed that Zhao Xiuwen's gaze was always on Li Yi's poem, and he was puzzled.

"How so?" Wei Siye stood in the crowd, his face full of disbelief, and Zhao Xiuwen looked at the poem as well, and kept muttering: "How can it be so, how can it be so?" ”

A bachelor from Hongwen Hall walked out, stroked his beard, and looked slightly excited, "It's an eye-opener, it's really an eye-opener!" ”

Baiguan was surprised when he heard it, this poem can't be said to be mediocre, but there is not much brilliance, but looking at the appearance of Wei Siye and Chu University, there seems to be another mystery in this?

So the hundred officials looked at the poem again, looking left and right, horizontally and vertically---- still did not see the reason.

Everyone's expressions changed, could it be that Wei Siye, Chu University Scholar and that Li Xianzi's poetry and literary attainments had reached the point where ghosts and gods were unpredictable, and they couldn't even read it?

At this time, Zhao Xiuwen's eyes finally retracted, put down the pen, walked back to the three princes of Qi, and said indifferently: "I lost the first game." ”

When a eunuch heard this, he immediately extinguished a long incense stick.

Naturally, this competition cannot be time-limited, otherwise if a poem is thought of for ten days and a half months, can Your Majesty and many courtiers wait forever?

Three poems, from the topic to the pen, the two of them have a total of time to stick incense, Li Xianzi didn't think about it at all just now, he wrote it with a pen, and he didn't waste much time, on the other hand, Zhao Xiuwen, the incense has been burning for a short time.

"What?"

"Why, you clearly haven't written it yet!"

Hearing Zhao Xiuwen's words, the faces of several envoys of Qi changed greatly, after the young man of Jingguo wrote that poem, they thought that they had the chance to win, but how could they have expected that there would be such a play?

Zhao Xiuwen actually took the initiative to admit defeat?

In an instant, several envoys looked at him and became vigilant, this surnamed Zhao could not have been bribed by Jing Guo, or was he ---- Jing Guo's undercover agent at all?

In this game, the envoys of Qi lost inexplicably, and the hundred officials of Jingguo were also a little confused.

Is this a win?

Why?

Not to mention that "the first thousand-year-old poet", even they, during this time, came up with a poem that can overpower what Li Xianzi did, although it took a little longer, but as long as he won one more game, it would not hurt, how could this Qi people admit defeat, is his poetry really blown?

"You can't waste too much time in the first game, you did a good job." The three princes of Qi finally retracted their gaze, patted Zhao Xiuwen on the shoulder and said.

Zhao Xiuwen nodded, and when he looked at the figure who was whispering and laughing with the little girl over there again, his expression finally began to become solemn.

"In the first game, Li Xianzi won."

Qi Guo took the initiative to admit defeat, and even the judgment of this game was saved, and the eunuch immediately announced the result loudly.

Until they heard the news that they had won, the hundred officials did not understand where they had won.

"Wei Siye, what the hell is going on?"

"Yes, Scholar Chu, what's so wonderful about this poem?"

"Tell me about it."

Although he won, the hearts of the hundred officials were even more tormented, and Wei Siye and Scholar Chu immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Scholar Chu stroked his beard again, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at Li Xianzi's poem again. ”

Everyone was puzzled, and their eyes looked over again.

"The tide is tilted with the dark waves and snowy mountains, and the moon is bright when the fishing boat is fished in Yuanpu.

The bridge is small on the pine path of the temple gate, and the lane is clear when the spring stone wave.

The green trees and rivers dawn, the haze and red glow are sunny in the evening.

Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, Bifeng is light with thousands of points. ”

But no matter what they think, this first title "Title Hanshan Temple" seems to be ......, and there is nothing special about it.

This poem can only be regarded as a few sentences of barely describing the scene at dusk, and if you study it carefully, it is even suspected of going off-topic.

"Old Chu, don't sell it." An official urged.

Scholar Chu shook his head and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, you might as well read this poem upside down." ”

"Reading backwards?" Baiguan was puzzled in his heart, could he still read the poem backwards?

But some officials subconsciously read it: "Qinghong counts thousands of peaks and blue, and the water meets the clouds and looks at the distant ......, hiss, this, this ......"

After reading only one sentence, he closed his mouth, and his eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets.

"How is that possible?"

"How can this be?"

"This, this poem is read backwards, actually, it is actually a poem!"

After being reminded by the scholar of Chu University, Baiguan finally discovered the mystery.

"The tide is tilted with the dark waves and snowy mountains, and the moon is bright when the fishing boat is fished in Yuanpu.

The bridge is small on the pine path of the temple gate, and the lane is clear when the spring stone wave.

The green trees and rivers dawn, the haze and red glow are sunny in the evening.

Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, Bifeng is light with thousands of points.

Qinghong counts thousands of peaks and blue, and the water connects to the clouds and looks far away.

The sunset is red and hazy, and the river trees are green.

Qingbo Shiyan Spring is the lane, and the path is on the bridge of Songmen Temple.

The bright moon fishing boat fishing is far away, and the snow waves of the mountains are dark with the tide. ”

Whether this poem is read backwards, it is actually a first-hand good poem, and under the superposition of the two, the meaning of this is naturally different.

Not only can you read it forward, but you can also read it backwards, and the backward reading is also neat and appropriate, which shows that Li Xianzi's skills in controlling words, he is afraid that he has reached the peak in terms of word choice and sentence formation, right?

If the forward reading is the moonlit night scenery to the dawn of the river sky, then the reverse reading is from the dawn to the fishing boat singing night, and everyone can even imagine these two scenes of the Hanshan Temple outside the city.

Poetry, can it still be written like this?

They finally understood what Scholar Chu just said about the eye-opening meaning, they had lived for decades, how could it not be the first time they had seen such a magical poem?

No wonder that Zhao Xiuwen simply gave up admitting defeat after taking a look, let alone one stick of incense, give him ten sticks of incense, and a hundred sticks of incense may not be possible......

At this moment, the eyes of the hundred officials looking at Li Yi immediately underwent some kind of change.

can write such an unprecedented poem, even if he has been prepared, where will the poetry be inferior?

Perhaps, in today's competition, they really have hope of winning.