The charming king and concubine of fire come to the world

Chapter 88 The Literati Competition 3
Tang Xiaoqi showed a strange smile and said: "Although I'm not sure, but if a son really wins, it's a good thing if Wan'er likes it. After all, she's not young anymore. If you don't like it, hehe."

Shui Tianlan: ".."

The youngest son of the servant of the Ministry of Industry touched his chin, showing a dignified expression, and said quietly: "From a distance, the mountains look like clouds, and the rocks are covered with snow, and the thousands of mountains are jade, and the cypresses and pine trees are like clouds."

As soon as the words fell, the house immediately won applause, and Tang Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she took a deep look at the man.

Shui Tianlan was also slightly surprised. It seems that there are quite a lot of talented people here, and they can export poems casually, and the quality is not bad.

"Good poem!" Liu Bo on the stage applauded, "Not bad, Mr. Jiang is really talented, please sit down first and see if anyone else wants to write another poem?"

"Here I come!" Another fat man also stood up, turned his eyes to the sky and said: "Dongjiang Hanxue shop, fishermen are hungry, if they want to catch fish in the water, they must break the ice." After finishing speaking, he was very proud. Waving to Tang Wan'er on the stage, there was a burst of laughter.

"Mr. Zhang, is this also called poetry?" Someone from the tables beside the man shouted with a smile.

"Why isn't it called a poem? Doesn't it mean winter? There is snow and ice, isn't it worse than Jiang Xiao's song?" This Mr. Zhang suddenly shouted dissatisfied.

Jiang Xiao is the youngest son of the minister of the Ministry of Industry. Hearing what Mr. Zhang said, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Mr. Zhang is very talented." Everyone laughed again.

"Ahem, who else writes poems?" Liu Bo laughed a few times, and the young master knew that his poems were not good when he saw no praise, so he could only sit down with a little redness, and complained non-stop with his friends.

Next, a few more people wrote a few poems with the theme of winter, about winter snow, about plum blossoms, and about pines and cypresses. The competition was fierce for a while, but unfortunately no one surpassed Jiang Xiao after dozens of people passed by. Jiang Xiao couldn't help being a little proud of his first poem, he couldn't even close his mouth, looking at Tang Wan'er with anticipation.

"Little girl, come and make a poem too." Seeing that no one was composing any more poems, Tang Wan'er on the stage smiled slightly and began to say, "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, north wind blowing geese and snow, don't worry about the road ahead without a confidant. No one knows you."

"Good poetry!" This comment came from an elegant seat on the second floor, Shui Tianlan's mouth curled up, Wen Qinghua finally couldn't hold back.

"Young Master Wen is too much." Tang Wan'er smiled slightly at Wen Qinghua.

As soon as Wen Qinghua moved his body, he fell directly from the second floor. He looked elegant and elegant in a beige robe, and his whole body was full of bookish air when he stood still. If he didn't know that he was also a practitioner, Shui Tianlan would not have believed it.

"The artistic conception of Miss Tang's poem is better than Mr. Jiang's, that's right." Wen Qinghua praised generously, and at the same time, his eyes brightened slightly when he looked at Tang Wan'er.

"Mr. Wen, let's have a song too!" Someone shouted from below, everyone is a literati, so they naturally like these things, especially Wen Qinghua is the number one talented scholar, and it is also a pleasure to hear him recite poems.

The corner of Shui Tianlan's mouth curled up into a smile, and Wen Qinghua's laughter came from next to his ears: "Okay, I feel itchy to hear everyone recite Wen, so I will write a song, and I forgot that everyone is willing to teach me."

"Damn, I really know how to pretend to be B." Shui Tianlan couldn't help but swear.

Note: Regarding the poems, some of them are edited by Yue himself, some are changed, and some are quoted. Don’t worry about it, sweat dripping.

(End of this chapter)