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Chapter 43 The Masterpiece (1)
A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

The five-flowered horse, the golden hair, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw this poem, she didn't know how to react.

Seeing the situation, the women around immediately rushed forward out of curiosity.

Everyone rushes to read Yunmengyu's poem, everyone who sees it has the same expression, and they don't know what to say.

The shock of that poem far surpassed the original calligraphy.

It was so shocking, that feeling just couldn't be surpassed.

It's like a child looking up at the master, and their behavior just now is like a clown.

Seeing the situation here, Yun Rong in the distance felt his heart skip a beat, and hurried over.

When she saw that poem, she stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning.

Shock, a shock felt from the bottom of my heart.

Yunrong suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Yunmengyu.

She hides really deep, unfathomable.

This time, Yunrong could no longer find any reason to belittle her.

Terrible, Yunrong even felt cold on the soles of his feet at this moment.

But Yunmengyu himself felt ashamed at the moment.

She felt really sorry for brother Li Bai, for stealing his brother's masterpiece so blatantly.

But there is no way, she is lazy, too lazy to do it herself, so she just stole it here.

After a while, the maid came down to collect everyone's works.

The maid took away Yunmengyu's work from Yunrong who was standing there blankly.

After the works were sorted out, they were sent to the Hanlin scholars in front.

They looked at the works in their hands, nodded from time to time, and sometimes frowned.

When seeing Fu Xinlan's work, a Hanlin scholar couldn't help but praise it.

"Miss Fu's literary talents are really extraordinary. This poem has delicate language and profound artistic conception."

"Miss Yunrong's poems in my hand are also extraordinary. When I taste them carefully, I feel that they are indescribably wonderful and have a long aftertaste."

The two Hanlin scholars were very satisfied with the poems they saw, and they thought that one or two of them should be born among them.

"Oh my god, what did I see? Could it be that the poet sage appeared."

Suddenly a Hanlin scholar stood up excitedly, his hand holding the paper was trembling, and his eyes were even more excited with tears flickering.

Now, everyone in the judging area was surprised. This Hanlin scholar standing there excitedly was a man of high morals and prestige, and he was also the default candidate for the next grand tutor.He has always acted calmly and steadily, what happened today, how could he be so gaffe.

Everyone was very curious about the poem he was holding in his hand, how good it was that could make this master who had been immersed in poetry for decades lose his composure, and even call out the sage of poetry.

Holy poet, what a high level that must be.

Everyone put down the works in their hands and gathered around him to watch. Even the Tai Tuo couldn't help coming over to watch.

After everyone reads it, they also have the same evaluation as him in their hearts.

This poem is really ancient and golden, it's amazing.

Everyone stood there for a while, quietly feeling the artistic conception of the poem, and felt that there were countless pride surging in their hearts.

The Taifu was also very excited, he took the poem from the Hanlin scholar with trembling hands, his face flushed with excitement.

"It's a good sentence" I am born with my talents and my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone", a good sentence "The sages and sages in ancient times are lonely, but the drinkers keep their names". This old man is ashamed of himself, and he deserves to be a poet. .”

The Tai Tu couldn't put it down and read it several times, and walked up to Yunmengyu excitedly, and asked tremblingly: "I wonder if Miss Yun can give this work to the old man, I really can't put it down."

Seeing this situation, all the women present were extremely surprised.That's Taifu, he has always been a person who is not afraid of the powerful and has a cold temper.Concentrate on studying literature, and his attainments in poetry and other literature are top-notch in the seven countries.

But now, what is he doing, he is asking Yunmengyu, this trash and laughingstock of Yanjing, for that work in such a low profile.

The world has really changed, and they almost don't know each other anymore.

From today onwards, there will be no more trash Yunmengyu in Yanjing, but a stunningly talented Yunmengyu will be born.

A word shocked all the contestants, and a poem surprised all the judges.

Who can climb this kind of glory, who can compare with this kind of talent.

Yunmengyu himself was also very surprised to see the Tai Tuo personally coming to ask her for a poem.

She couldn't help being awed in her heart, and said respectfully: "Teacher, what are you talking about, this work is what Taifu likes to take. The little girl has long admired Taifu's reputation for a long time, and now this is a little girl." I hope Master Taifu will not be offended."

Just a joke, how could she have the nerve to let Tai Tu do this.

That is the real master of literature. It doesn't look like she borrowed from others.

Seeing that Yunmengyu is so knowledgeable and reasonable, the Taifu over there admired her very much.

This woman is completely different from the rumors, on the contrary, she is so amazing and beautiful.

Talented but neither arrogant nor impetuous, with a humble and gentle face.

Looking at the temperament of the whole person, it is even more peaceful and distant like a green lotus, with an outstanding temperament.

Such a woman must be extraordinary in the future.

The poem-writing session ended with a high profile under Yunmengyu's masterpiece.

Yun Rong won the second place and Fu Xinlan came third.

The morning match ended like this. Even if they were killed before the match, they would never have imagined such a result.

At the end of the morning competition, some people were eliminated, leaving only a hundred people to continue the afternoon competition. The eliminated people went back first, and they could come back to watch the talent show in the evening.

(End of this chapter)