There is no doubt that Tang Bohu is talented, although this poem is by no means his pinnacle work or masterpiece, but it is a good poem, but anyone who has a little talent can see it at a glance.

But there is no first, a good poem is a good poem, I dare not say that it is surpassed, but as long as there is enough time, a few of the most talented people present may not be able to make it, but considering that the Shanhuai Pavilion is a woman, and the poems of the same level are made, then it is considered a loss, and it will not show its face at all.

The faces of a group of talented people turned white, but Lu Sheng, who was the judge, still held his long beard and said with a smile: "If there is a lamp without a moon, it will not entertain people, and if there is a moon without a lamp, it will not be spring." Good, good poetry! This poem is the best Shangyuan poem that the old man has seen over the years! ”

Adding fuel to the fire, it's not, it's just just adding fire to the soles of the feet of all the talented people and roasting them.

Lu Sheng's voice was not small, and the scene was very quiet, and then Lu Sheng praised it like this, and immediately someone whispered, as if looking at this situation, the talented side was going to lose.

In the Shanhuai Pavilion, Cao Jie was excited, this sense of vanity, don't want it, as for the sense of achievement, it's really not, it's not a poem written by herself, if plagiarism can be copied out of a sense of achievement, then how cheeky this person is.

It is estimated that for Cao Jie, it is Xiao Nizi's little vanity, and then, it is fun, fresh, and interesting.

"Sisters, come too, write another word and go out, shock them to death, haha, fun, look at their expressions, hahaha, this is much more interesting than staying in the mountains." Cao Jie hid behind the curtain and looked outside, and whispered in a grin.

All the women were amused by Cao Jie's appearance, in fact, according to the age of ancient times, Cao Jie is not too young, I really don't know where so many little dolls' liveliness came from.

"It's better to let you come and show off." Li Qingzhao smiled, although he was basically ready to copy the poems, but he was still a little embarrassed, since Cao Jie had started, it was better to continue to let her come.

It's also a loss to be separated from those customers, otherwise it would be great for people to see it.

"Really? Then I'm welcome, hurry, what's a good word. Cao Jie was immediately excited.

So, the face of the genius at the bottom turned green directly, if the poem still has a challenge so suddenly, then this word, beyond? Are you kidding?

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Yes, on this Yuan Eve, Zhou Shaoyu also told Li Qingzhao that it can be said that it is one of Xin Qiji's top masterpieces, and he wants to surpass? How can it be so simple, there are still few words written about Yuan Xi in Chinese history.

"Okay, a good crowd looking for him thousands of times, a good one suddenly looking back, this Yuan Xi words, should be passed down through the ages!" Lu Sheng stood up directly and excitedly, and was amazed.

Yes, it's all like this, what is it better to admit defeat in this game.

Fortunately, although the histories on both sides are not the same, the names of the words and the like are similar, and many tasks and things are somewhat similar, and the scope of plagiarism is quite large, otherwise even if it is plagiarized, it can only be plagiarized from the previous two unrelated poems.

Yes, no matter what problems this group of talented people have, they can deal with it after all, it's really not good, isn't there still Li Qingzhao, even if it is written in a hurry, it is enough to take it, and it is a big deal to lose once.

"Mei, this time Yongmei, the poetry is not limited." A group of talented people were unwilling to ask the question again.

Mei, there are not too many poems in this area, and it is also a very common theme, but it is not easy to make good poems, and it is estimated that these talents are also under this idea, as long as your level is almost good, we will deal with it.

This time, I didn't let Cao Jie make a move, so it can't become her personal show, after all, her talent is really average, and the limelight is too big, and it's not easy to deal with people when she looks back.

"Who's coming this time?" Li Qingzhao smiled and said. "All of you here are sisters, just copy it, and don't let outsiders know."

With Li Qingzhao's temperament, he definitely doesn't like plagiarism, but this competition is not a competition in the normal sense, but a start for Zhou Shaoyu's career, so not only to win, but also to win beautifully.

Li Qingzhao is still very conceited about her talents, but she will not be conceited enough to be able to stand side by side with so many poetry celebrities in history, how many good poems does anyone have, no matter what, it is better than her own temporary composition, so copy it, anyway, it is not in the original world, and there is not so much burden.

Bian Min blinked, and when he saw that he was going out of Cao Jiewai, although he was a little eager to try, but because of his face, Bian Min was definitely the second person to come out, so he opened his mouth and said, "Then I'll come." ”

A handful of delicate small letters were written, and they were hung out after a while.

In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered.

Signed, Zhou Bian's.

"Good! Different peach and plum mixed with fragrant dust, this woman must be a person of noble character! "There were people in the crowd who immediately cheered, isn't everyone here to participate in the competition, there are always people who come to see the excitement.

He Liuying, who was sitting in the teahouse quietly watching the competition, lit up, look, here again, another one, Zhou Bian's, what appeared before were Zhou Li and Zhou Wan's, and now there is another Zhou Bian's.

With so many talented women as wives and concubines, can this Zhou's talent run?

This poem is easy to understand, but it is rare to write a charm, and the refined and noble taste immediately appears, which is definitely a rare good poem.

This is not over, with Cao Jie and Bian Min taking the lead, the other women are bolder, but the poem has been hung out, and the next word is the word, the so-called Tang poems and Song words, so what can be copied are several women in Song and Ming.

"Replace me this time." Li Xiangjun is interested, she is already eccentric, there is such a fun thing, it would be strange if she didn't participate.

Picking up a pen to write down a poem, but not in a hurry to hang it out, he opened another window, and through the curtains, the people outside could not see what the woman standing in front of the window looked like, but they could see that it was a petite woman.

Li Xiangjun cleared his throat and sang directly: "By the broken bridge outside the post, there is no owner in loneliness." It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

Who is Li Xiangjun, one of Qin Huai's Bayan, famous for his singing voice, this open voice, even if it is a cappella, the people who listen directly are fascinated, and the aftermath is lingering.

Song Ci, originally sung, Daliang also has words, there are also tunes, and it is widely spread, but with Li Xiangjun's Daming, the singing method and tune are different, for Daliang, this novel singing method is unheard of, its own school, but it is amazing and gorgeous, which makes people reminisce for a long time.

The words are good words, the songs are good songs, and the sound is even more rare to hear.

Sing a song, Li Xiangjun stretched out his jade hand, hung the written words out, and signed it as Li.

"Another Lee! It turns out that Shanhuai Pavilion is not three Li, but four Li! Someone suddenly exclaimed, and then it became hot, just one Li, what does this mean? Yun Ying is waiting to be married!