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Hearing Zhou Min's words, all the people present were shocked. If one were to say that among the people present, the sixth prince Zhou Min had the highest literary achievement, that is, even His Majesty would praise him a little, and ordered the court to listen to the government. Minister.

Yang Mu bowed in Zhou Min's direction and said, "King Jing is absurd, I still have a lot to learn."

Zhou Min looked at it and nodded repeatedly, thinking that although this person is arrogant, he is still humble. The year of the weak crown.

Is it because I don't have confidence in my heart, or because I don't know the Four Books and only have poetic talent?

A bag of gold and silver flew out of the wing room where the Seventh Prince was originally, and fell into Yang Mu's hands.

"Your Highness Yunshu, reward 50 taels of gold!"

As an old voice sounded in the wing, Yang Mu didn't open it to check, put it in his arms, and bowed to the wing where Yunshu was located: "Grassman Liu Jinyuan, thanks Your Highness Yunshu!"

At the same time, Zhou Min also rewarded 50 taels of gold. He knew the golden mean and his future was already doomed, so there was no need to fight for it, so he gave as much as Yunshu gave.

Zhou Qing, on the other hand, said that the poem was very suitable for him, so he rewarded Yang Mu with a hundred taels of gold, and did not mention the matter of making things difficult for him before.

Anyway, it was a gift of money, so Yang Mu naturally greeted him with a smile. The yellow and white things in the world may not be of much use to him, but there is still a lot of room for operation for the three of them to operate.

Naturally, all comers are welcome, thank you one by one.

This made the talented scholars present envious, but not many people were jealous. This proves that Yang Mu's poems are still useful, at least many people have begun to reflect on themselves.

Zhou Min said loudly: "Miss Meng'er, you can start the second poem!"

He has already begun to look forward to Yang Mu's next performance.

Bai Xiu stared at Yang Mu with resentment, hating him so much in his heart, originally today was a good time for him to make a splash, but he didn't want to be robbed of the spotlight by a countryman who came out of nowhere, it's really annoying, Annoyed!
Bastard, I don't believe that you can still write such a good composition for the second question... Bai Xiu was dissatisfied, thinking that he was just lucky, if he changed the title of the poem, he would definitely reveal his true colors.

As the No.2 maid came up with the brocade box, Meng'er took it and opened it, spread out the gold paper inside the box, and showed it to everyone.

"This second title is a poem title written by His Highness the Third Highness for everyone. It takes autumn as the theme, and the poems are not limited!"

Now that autumn is coming, this poem title is also suitable for the occasion, but it is the talents who have suffered so much.

Since ancient times, the topic of scenery and seasons has been unavoidable to express emotion. It is said that it is a topic. In fact, there must be not only autumn scenery in poetry, but also emotion. The combination of the two can be regarded as a masterpiece.

As soon as this question came up, everyone fell into deep thought.

On the other hand, Yang Mu raised his eyebrows, and immediately had the answer in his mind. After all, the autumn poem was so famous that he couldn't even remember it.

Zhou Xun frowned for a moment, then stretched his eyebrows, looked in Yang Mu's direction, and couldn't help being surprised to see that he looked confident.

Bai Xiu frowned and pondered for a long time, he already had a scene in his mind, but this feeling was not something he could think of in a short while.

At this time, I only heard a low and melodious reciting voice slowly coming from Yunshu's wing room: "It's not too early to add, misty rain and spring are worthy of love. Change Henggao Yanzi Lane, and make an appointment with Sheyan in a few months. Listen to the scriptures Rongrong after returning home, there should be no moon and no sound. Qiadu heavy city is colorful, quiet grinding breaks summer and flying phosphorus."

Everyone's heart trembled, and they all looked towards the place where the voice came from. For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire Mingyue Tower was infected by this sentence.

Even Yang Mu couldn't help but nodded, the tone of this poem was somewhat similar to that of Qing Pingle, he thought that this Yunshu was really not a mortal, and he came up with this autumn poem so quickly, his literary attainments are not shallow!
Zhou Min's eyes also brightened. Although he knew that he was not an easy elder sister, he never thought it would be so difficult. If it wasn't for a daughter, he would have to be extremely careful.

Zhou Qing's eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Zhou Mi's eyes were filled with deep fear. In the Xingluo Palace in the secret realm, Yunshu took the top spot, blessed with divine light, and enlightened in wisdom.

"Your Highness is very talented!"

I only heard Yang Mu praise, with a sincere tone.

Sometimes it is very necessary to support him, and as soon as he opened his mouth, many talents joined in.

"It's not comparable to Mr. Liu, but I really want to hear what masterpieces Mr. Liu has."

Yun Shu was just expressing his feelings before, and after reading it, he felt that something was wrong, but now he heard Liu Jinyuan's praise, but he didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Yang Mu again.

I saw Yang Mu waved his hand, looked at Bai Xiudao with great interest: "No hurry, I want to hear what advice Mr. Bai has."

"That's it, then this palace bento will be a good example, and I'll just wait for the two talented people!" Yun Shu's voice sounded, with a hint of expectation.

Bai Xiu suddenly felt the pressure was huge, His Highness Yun Shu said that he was throwing bricks to attract jade, if he couldn't write better poems, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?
Yang Mu deliberately humiliated him, so he was not in a hurry, so he just waited for him.

Finally, Bai Xiu's eyes suddenly lit up, he stepped forward a few steps, glared at Yang Mu provocatively, and said loudly.

Sending off my family to Nanxiang in my hometown,

When I worry about seeing the canopy and window music.

Wu Nai Ling Festival Tour Painting Province,
Absolutely lovesickness in the next year.

……

Everyone frowned and pondered, suddenly felt that it was wonderful. Although the seven words did not directly describe the autumn scenery, the words vividly set off the autumn scenery. It is really a masterpiece.

However, compared with Yun Shu's words, the two are on par. If you insist on comparing them, Bai Xiu can only say that they are slightly better.

Bai Xiu looked at Yang Mu proudly, and said in a cold voice, "I've already written the poem, so I'll ask Mr. Liu to come up with another masterpiece!"

Yang Mu met his gaze and smiled proudly: "Of course, I have been waiting for Mr. Bai for a long time."

Bai Xiu's face darkened suddenly, he always felt that the other party was targeting him, and in the verbal confrontation, he didn't take advantage of it at all.

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Yang Mu remained calm and said loudly: "The last poem was a poem, and this one is written with the help of His Royal Highness Yun Shu as the first autumn poem, which is barely enough."

As he spoke, his eyes darkened, and his tone was somewhat desolate. Before he could speak, everyone was affected by the emotion on his face.

"Tianjingsha Qiusi."

"Withered vines, old trees and dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, ancient roads, westerly winds and thin horses. The sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world."

Following the last six words, the entire hall fell silent. You could hear a needle drop, and the silence was terrifying. Even the fish in the pool stopped bubbling, and no one dared to make a sound...