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Chapter 425 Your Highness, I Love You (8)

After all, after watching a few songs, there is still no one that can catch his eyes.

The only poem I can read is written by Feng Ze. The whole poem is:
[Yihongqing can refresh the spleen of poetry, and I only know myself in the cold and warm years.

Flowing out of the West Lake to carry songs and dances, looking back is not like when you are in the mountains]

It seems that no one can pull Fengze off the horse, so he singled out Fengze's song.

Seeing this, Feng Ze smiled with satisfaction. Although he was not too satisfied with this song, it was still possible to stand out from the crowd.

It has been three months in a row, since he joined, every time the leader has been held by his hands, probably this time too, Feng Ze thought, only feeling more and more boring.

Just thinking about it, I heard the exclamation of the old man, who was standing beside Shu Ge.

"Did you really write this poem?" the old man asked, his words were full of surprise.

Shu Ge nodded, the old man was even happier, and immediately decided to take out Shu Ge's song as the first name of this round for everyone to appreciate.

His attitude also made everyone curious about Shu Ge's poem.

But other people haven't seen it so quickly, so they can only hold back their itch and wait for this round to end.

The old man continued to look at the others, and there was another song that caught his eye. It was different from Shu Ge's stunning, but each had its own merits.

The whole poem is: [After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as that of four seasons.

Connecting to the sky, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun]

Thinking about whether the next one would be the same, I continued to read it, but I was a little disappointed later.

Although there are still a few good songs after this, they are still not as good as those of Shu Ge and others, so I just let it go.

Collect the three poems, let the servants hold them carefully, and show them upstairs for everyone to watch.

Looking at the other two poems, Feng Ze's complexion was also a little uneasy.

Comparing the West Lake to the beautiful Xi Shi, it is the first time in the history that someone has described it like this, and it is not tacky. At first glance, it gives people a sense of experience, and you can feel more when you taste it.

The other song also used a unique way of writing to describe the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. In contrast, he himself borrowed things to lyrize the times, but it was not so good.

Others also had mixed praise and criticism for these three poems, but the one by Shu Ge truly convinced most people.

Without giving everyone too much time to savor and entangle in the discussion, the second round of poetry competition began again.

This time it is about learning.

At the very beginning, the old man stood directly near Shu Ge, wanting to see the poem written by Shu Ge for the first time.

This time Shu Ge still didn't let him down, Feng Ze also packed up his mind and took it seriously.

The two rounds passed quickly, and as no surprise, Shu Ge became the focus of everyone.

Feng Ze, who is the favorite to win the championship, will not be as dazzling as her.

Next is the couplet, the old man opened a pair of couplets that had already been written for everyone to watch.

The first couplet: 36 tricks, cleverly set up tricks to pass the level, frequent triumphs
Shu Ge just glanced at it, and already had the answer in his heart.

After the previous session, some people had already focused on Shu Ge from the very beginning.

With the comparison of Shu Ge in the previous round, this round has become more serious.

After a little thought, before Shu Ge finished writing, he said something: Eight Immortals cross the sea, each show their supernatural powers and each cross the sea, step by step to become immortal

But what he didn't expect was that there was something wrong with Shu Ge this time.

(End of this chapter)