The charming king and concubine of fire come to the world

Chapter 89 The Literati Competition 4
Tang Xiaoqi looked at her puzzled and said, "You, what do you mean by pretending to be B? What does pretending to be B mean?"

Shui Tianlan almost spouted out laughing, but she apologized in her heart, unknowingly exposed the rudeness of the eldest sister in her previous life.

Shui Tianlan didn't have time to explain, Wen Qinghua had already started to compose a poem: "Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove. The sky is like snow at night, and I can drink a glass of nothing." As soon as this poem came out, a picture immediately appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Fine wine is newly brewed, inviting friends for a drink on a snowy night, and talking about wine at night.

There was a burst of warm applause, and the applause continued, and Shui Tianlan couldn't help nodding. This Wen Tsinghua is really impressive.

"It's a shame." Wen Qinghua seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, clasped his fists again and again, smiled broadly, then got off the stage and stood by the stage, but did not go up to the second floor.

Liu Bo and others laughed after the applause: "You don't need to talk about Mr. Wen's literary talent. It is our blessing to hear it. Hehe, I don't know who else wants to write poetry. According to Mr. Wen's practice, we can win Mr. Wen will get a beautiful gift."

Shui Tianlan looked at Tang Xiaoqi, and Tang Xiaoqi quickly explained: "Wen Qinghua set up this practice because he had no opponents. As long as he can win against him, he will give a beautiful gift, but it should not be about cultivation. on things."

"If no one writes any more poems, we'll start the next session, Miss Tang." Liu Bo turned around and smiled at Tang Wan'er.

Shui Tianlan's voice suddenly sounded: "This girl also wants to try a song, and I invite everyone to taste it."

Both Wen Qinghua and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince were shocked. They could hear Shui Tianlan's voice, but who would have thought that she could compose poems?And still openly challenge Wen Qinghua?Generally, after Wen Qinghua publishes a poem, other people think that they have no ability to win, and they will not make a fool of themselves again.

People in the audience looked up one after another, but they couldn't see inside the private seats, and the other private seats on the second floor couldn't see each other clearly.

"Excuse me, what's your name, girl?" Seeing everyone's curious eyes, Liu Bo hurriedly looked over and asked. Standing on the stage, he could naturally see Shui Tianlan's figure, and he also saw the person sitting opposite Shui Tianlan. Don Xiaoqi.

"My surname is Lan, everyone can call me Miss Lantian." Shui Tianlan turned Tianlan upside down and took the voice of Lantian.

"Miss Lantian, please!"

Shui Tianlan smiled slightly, looked at Wen Qinghua at the side of the stand, and Wen Qinghua also looked at her with surprise in his eyes.

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance." Shui Tianlan's clear and clear voice, like a piano, rang in everyone's ears.Everyone seemed to immediately see a beautiful scene of plum blossoms blooming in the snow, lonely and desolate but full of fragrance, and there was no sound for a while.

Shui Tianlan can remember that this is the first song that describes winter, and it feels catchy, and I haven't forgotten it until now. It must be a good sentence that has been passed down through the ages.

"Good poetry!" Tang Wan'er on the stage yelled suddenly, and looked at Shui Tianlan on the second floor in shock and joy. When Tang Xiaoqi told her the purpose of today's literati competition, she was very suspicious of Shui Tianlan's cold palace. Whether the princess can beat Wen Qinghua, but this poem obviously surprised her.

Immediately, the people below seemed to have come to their senses. They all shouted "Hello" and the applause continued. Everyone thought about this seemingly simple but evocative plum blossom poem.

"Good poem! Great line!" Wen Qinghua thought about it carefully, then clapped his hands vigorously, and said excitedly, "The artistic conception is so beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)