The winner and loser in the lyrics have been decided.

And even Wen Yuan, Qingyun, Tang Feng, and Yelu also praised the words of Hua Lang and Yan Shu, thinking that they are also literati, they know how to appreciate it, and they know that there are some good things in the Dao, not that you have different positions, he is not a good thing.

After dividing the victory and defeat in this way, the civil official looked at Yan Shu and the six people and asked, "Now that the words have been compared, I don't know what you want to compare in terms of poetry?" ”

Several people looked at each other, and Yan Shu only smiled faintly: "Everything is taken care of by the envoys of Xia and Liao, and we will take care of everything." ”

Seeing that Yan Shu was so confident, Wen Yuan, Tang Feng and the others were a little nervous in their hearts, but even so, they still thought about it carefully, now that they are still freezing in Western Xia, Liaoxi, and the weather is very cold, it is more beneficial for them to write winter poems.

After thinking about it in this way, he said that he would write poems related to winter.

After this decision, everyone immediately began to write.

Hua Lang held the pen in one hand, touched his chin and thought, after thinking like this for a while, he immediately waved the pen, and after writing like this, he immediately put down the pen.

The six judges had already paid attention to Hanaro when they wrote the lyrics just now, and now they were very surprised to see Hanaro write poems overnight, and in addition to being surprised, they were even more curious about what Hanaro wrote.

When everyone had finished writing and the civil official took back all the poems, the six judges suddenly hesitated to judge after reading them.

Everyone in the audience looked at the six judges, and the people on the stage also looked at the six judges, and they couldn't understand for a while, is it so difficult to choose what they like?

Time passed slowly, and the six judges were undecided.

Wen Meng looked at those people from the audience, and said to himself a little strangely: "What's wrong with these people, it seems that they can't make a decision!" ”

After Di Yong heard this, he bowed slightly: "That's true, are these poems almost the same, so they don't know where to start?" ”

As soon as he heard Di Yong's words, Wen Meng suddenly said angrily: "Impossible, my Hualang poems are the best, how can I be on the same level as those people!" ”

Yang Jinhua saw Wen Meng protecting Hua Lang like this, and suddenly smiled: "What Sister Wen said is very true, no one knows the name of Brother Hua, and those people must be better than him." ”

Several people were talking in the audience, and they didn't know what to do for a while, and Yan Shu and others also felt strange, when they compared words just now, they didn't see it so difficult, why can't they make a decision now?

Everyone waited, and it wasn't until after half a pillar of incense that the six judges made a decision.

And their decision was strange, and each of them, on one of the poems, wrote his own name.

That is, the six judges chose a poem.

When everyone saw this situation, they immediately understood what was going on just now.

Of the six poems, everyone is only optimistic about one, but if they all choose this poem, then there will be no suspense about the outcome of the poem, no matter who wrote the poem, the winner is the country that this person represents.

The two judges of the Great Song Dynasty did not dare to bet, if the person of this poem was from other countries, then other countries would win in the literary competition, and the judges of Xia and Liao naturally thought so.

After the six judges made a decision, the civil servant ordered someone to bring the poem, only to see that it read:

There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum.

A good year must be remembered, the most orange, yellow, orange and green.

When everyone saw this poem, they applauded, and Yan Shu, Wen Yuan Qingyun, Tang Feng and Yelu Jingtian all showed disappointed looks, because this poem was not written by them.

This poem was written by Hwarang.

The Great Song Dynasty won, no matter whether it was a paper competition or a martial arts competition, the Great Song Dynasty won.

There were cheers and exclamations from the audience, and some literate people were talking about it, saying that in this era when Song Ci dominated the world, it was really rare and commendable to have such a good poem.

When Hua Lang was praised by everyone, he repeatedly expressed his modesty, and when he expressed his modesty, he did not forget to salute Zhao Zhen in the air.

Zhao Zhen stood on the viewing platform, with a proud face, looked at Li Jingming and Yelu Ye and said, "What else do you two have to say now?" ”

Li Jingming and Yeluye looked at each other, although they were very angry, they could only accept the reality.

"The skills are not as good as others, and I am willing to accept the orders of the Great Song Dynasty." Li Jingming said with a calm face.

As soon as Li Jingming finished speaking, Yelu Ye immediately added: "Accept your Great Song Order, it is only in the aspect of living in the post house, and we don't listen to other aspects." ”

No matter how hard Li Jingming and Yelu Ye were, Emperor Zhao Zhen didn't take it to heart at all, because of today's big victory, he had already let Xixia and Da Liao see the power of the Great Song Dynasty.

After the Guanjiangtai met with Yan Shu Hualang, Di Qingyin Wuxian and others, Zhao Zhen handed over the matter of distributing the post house to Bao Zheng, Bao Zheng glanced at Hua Lang, Hua Lang only smiled faintly, that smile did not seem to be anything, but Bao Zheng took a look at it and it was already clear, so let Xia Liao envoy still live in the big post house.

Because Xia Liao's envoys had already said that they all listened to the Great Song Dynasty, so now that Bao Zheng let them live, they couldn't say anything, and besides, they didn't want to go to the small post house to live, since they didn't want to go to the small one, they had to continue to live together.

After this distribution, Bao Zheng proposed to go to the mansion to get a wine and food to celebrate, but when everyone was about to go, Wen Meng suddenly quietly pulled Hua Lang to a hidden place, and asked very angrily: "Let me ask you, who is Xiao Qiong?" ”

Hua Lang didn't understand for a while: "Who is Xiao Qiong?" ”

"You're still pretending to be confused with me, Xiao Qiong is holding the pipa. The snow fragrance is slightly translucent and light gauze. Just a delicate branch, when the feast monopolizes the time. Isn't this just that Xiao Qiong is written like a delicate flower standing alone, thinking I don't understand the meaning of words? ”

Hearing Wen Meng's words, Hua Lang suddenly understood, so he hurriedly explained: "Miss Wen misunderstood, this Xiaoqiong is just a virtual finger, there is no such person, you usually go there with me, have I met with other women alone?" Madame can't doubt that she is a husband, my love for you, heaven and earth can be learned, in the sky as a winged bird, in the earth I wish to be a branch! ”

Hua Lang's sweet words immediately coaxed Wen Meng, and after Wen Meng was no longer angry, he sneered: "What are you doing here, do you want the righteous brothers to wait for us?" ”

"It's not that I'm afraid that Miss Wen will be angry with you, for your sake, it's okay to let Brother Bao and them wait a little longer!" At this time, Hua Lang was still saying good things to Wen Meng, Wen Meng smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I know that Lu Dao misunderstood you, isn't it okay?" ”