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Chapter 64 Hanging and beating!The bright moon is less than that, the stars are less than that, and everything in the world is less than that!
After thinking about it, they determined that they had never seen this poem in any classics.

So it was indeed Yun Qing who did it.

Some people in the banquet couldn't help but want to applaud, but because of Li Zhifu's face, they held back.

It was Dean Chen: "Good! Great poem!"

Master Sun also clapped his hands immediately, "Miss, this poem is wonderful."

Since even Dean Chen praised it, it is natural for others to talk nonsense with their eyes open.

Many officials also echoed, "Miss Li's seven-word poem is indeed better!"

Ye Sirou did not expect this to happen.

How could this be?
How could Li Miao be able to compose poetry?
Is it...

Ye Sirou looked at Jing Yi next to Yun Qing again, could it be that Mr. Jing told her?
She immediately sang a second song.

Yun Qing still didn't even need to think about it, and immediately got the second song right.

Dean Chen said again: "Okay! This one is better than the one just now."

Mrs. Sun also praised immediately, but didn't dare to stop, and buried his head in copying.

This is the main purpose of his coming today, which is to transcribe Yun Qing's poems.

He has recited those last time countless times.

This meeting is looking for poetry if you are thirsty.

"I don't accept it," Ye Sirou said suddenly, "Everyone present knows that Mr. Jing is Dean Chen's closed disciple."

"What?" Dean Chen's face darkened, "You mean the old man will be judged unfairly because of him?"

Dean Chen sneered.

"Not to mention whether the old man will do this, even with so many people present, many of them are well-known, familiar with poetry and classics, and have a lot of insight into the way of poetry. Could it be that they will also tell lies with their eyes open? "

"Sirou," Li Zhifu didn't want to offend Dean Chen, and Dean Chen is Wen Guogong's student, he couldn't afford to offend him, "Don't be rude!"

"I, I don't mean that." Ye Sirou blushed, "I mean, Li Miaofang's poems are not written by her at all."

"In this way, you suspect me." Jing Yi understood what Ye Sirou meant.

Li Feng is lying in the backyard now, the injury is still unknown, Li Zhifu really doesn't want to offend this one again.

He hurriedly said: "Young Master Jing calm down, she has absolutely no intention of doing so."

Jing Yi: "Whether there is such an intention, the magistrate knows better than me."

Li Zhifu looked at Ye Sirou, but Ye Sirou only wanted to win Yun Qing at this moment, so that she could be trampled under his feet, so as to vent the hatred in his heart these days.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

Yun Qing came out with a jug of wine and a celadon cup in his hand, and stood in the open space between the seats.

"Since this is the case, I will stand here to save some people from being unwilling to lose. Continue..."

Ye Sirou prepared a lot of poems for this poetry competition.

Of course, she didn't do it herself, she asked Zhang Xiucai to do it for her.

She just needs to memorize it.

So she recited another song.

Yun Qing still did not think about it, and immediately corrected a song.

The result was still to beat Ye Sirou.

Ye Sirou felt a little lost in her mind, she began to match Yun Qing's poems like last time.

The two of you came and went, and in less than a stick of incense, they got a dozen sentences right.

Ye Sirou racked her brains, the clouds were clear and the clouds were clear.

Ye Sirou's brow was sweating, but Yun Qing was strolling in the courtyard.

At the same time, she did not forget to pour and drink by herself. During the interval, she had already drank half of a jug of wine.

Ye Sirou's sentence failed miserably!

A face, almost bloodless.

The whole person collapsed.

She slumped on the chair behind her, "How is it possible? How could you compose poetry? I don't believe it, I don't believe it! I wouldn't believe it even if I killed myself!"

Ye Sirou clenched her fists tightly, and her whole figure seemed to be insane.

Yun Qing ignored her, looked at the crowd, "Next."

The next one was the young scholar, although Yun Qing had indeed won against Ye Sirou just now, the scholar was not worried.

He just listened to Ye Sirou's poems.

To be honest, it's hard to be elegant!

He also listened to Yun Qing's poems just now.

With his talent, he thinks he can definitely win.

At this moment, Dean Chen is also here. If he can get Dean Chen's appreciation and let Dean Chen make a point or two, then he will definitely be among the best in this autumn.

"Students are not talented," the young scholar bowed to Yun Qing, "Teach the girl's poetic talent."

Yun Qing glanced at him, poured himself a glass of wine, and said nothing.

The young scholar felt displeased at being humiliated.

He also came out from behind his seat, looked around, and seemed to express his feelings, and wrote a poem about a hundred flowers blooming with the theme of the garden.

By the way, he flattered his master.

Some people in the crowd couldn't help admiring: "Good, great poem! Really good poem!"

The young scholar looked proud and thanked his surroundings with his hands clasped!

Yun Qing could also tell that this scholar was indeed talented, not comparable to Ye Sirou.

Just throwing away the rhetoric piled up throughout the article, I am afraid that there will only be flattery left.

"Miss Li," the young scholar saw that Yun Qing hadn't spoken, thinking she was stumped, and looked at her complacently, "It's your turn."

Yun Qing smiled and drank the wine in the glass.

Then she also wrote a poem with the theme of scenery, but she didn't use garden scenery, but the great rivers and mountains in this world.

The majestic momentum can be described as majestic. Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can feel the size of the rivers, the vastness of the lakes and seas even after listening to her poem.

Feel the lofty sentiments and ambitions in this poem, with the world in mind.

Even Dean Chen was shocked, raised the wine glass to his lips, and forgot to drink it.

Cai Yunqing's poems just now are also considered good, but they were written according to Ye Sirou's little feelings of sadness for spring and autumn.

But this time, it has already been sublimated to another realm.

Dare to love her, if she is strong, she will be strong, and if she is weak, she will be weak.

How much strength did she retain?
Dean Chen, who is as knowledgeable as he is, dare not underestimate him.

Mrs. Sun, on the other hand, buried his head in copying, and kept nodding his head frequently while copying. His eyes were full of excitement, and he didn't know how to boast.

This is his student, his student!
Obviously he hasn't taught for a day, but she is his student, and he doesn't accept any refutation.

After teaching for many years, he is proud of a student for the first time, proud!

Excited!
"Nice poem!"

This time it was Jing Yi who spoke first, and he looked at the girl standing in front of him with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

It was as if the noon sun had fallen into his eyes, illuminating the boundless darkness and endless abyss in his heart.

And she shines brighter than the sun.

The bright moon is not as good as the stars.

Everything in the world is inferior!

As soon as he uttered these words, the people around him seemed to have regained their senses and clapped their hands in agreement.

"Good poetry, really good poetry! Such a poetic talent, it seems like a banished immortal."

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine that this poem came from a woman's mouth."

"Especially the last two sentences, it makes people's heart surge, as if they are on the scene, and empathize with them."

　PS: Don't worry, don't worry, there is still...

　　Today is not just for fighting poetry, remember the quilt before?

　　Author: Well, I won't write poems, I don't want to copy other people's poems, of course, I can't write them either.

　　But the heroine's poetic talent is not as simple as memorizing poems, she really has poetic talent.

　　Probably because of genetics, plus the environment.

　　When you are born, you will never be able to catch up with others if you struggle for a lifetime.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)