I really don't want to lose the country

After finishing speaking, Wu Linglong showed a shy expression, and buried her head in Ye Qing's chest.

Bath hemp!

Play really big!

But... I like it!

I'm afraid you can't afford it!

Anyway, Yijing filled this woman with hatred, Ye Qing simply didn't let go, and directly hugged her waist.

friction!

friction!

Why so smooth!

"Damn it!"

Chen Cong and the others were about to breathe fire.

The eyes seemed to burst into flames!

Such a blatant show of affection!

I can't take it anymore!

"Your Highness! Is it possible to compare?"

Some people couldn't bear it and spoke directly.

Ye Qing said: "Anytime!"

The man who spoke said: "Okay! Then let's take summer as the theme and write a poem for the season!"

Ye Qing raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

It's summer.

It makes sense to write poems about Xia.

"Du Ziteng in the Lower Changling Mausoleum, the poem I want to write is called Xia Ri!" The man who called himself Du Ziteng cupped his hands and read to the crowd:

"Paint railings on the lower part of the water window, and the pillow mat is Xiao Shuyu. The sound of rain all night is a good dream, and the ten thousand lotus leaves are in summer."

Chen Cong and the others were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other.

This is called:

"Okay! Brother Du is so talented! The writing really fits the occasion!"

"Brother Du's style of writing has improved again."

Ye Qing also nodded slightly.

This poem is also reasonable, with many flaws.

But it does have a solid foundation.

I don't know how many times I have changed it back and forth at home.

It is estimated that this Du Zitong wrote the best in his life.

Anyway, Ye Qing didn't know if he had done it before.Even if it is an old poem, Chen Cong and others will not explain it.

But Wu Linglong sneered and covered her mouth lightly, reminding Ye Qing in a low voice: "Your Highness, I have heard a similar song before, but it's not as good as this one!"

Sure enough, it was changed to the original work, Ye Qing showed his original expression.

No wonder Chen Cong and others began to look a little bit wrong.

"Your Highness, are you confident?" Wu Linglong asked.

Before Ye Qing could reply, Du Ziteng over there couldn't wait to say:

"Your Highness! It's your turn!"

"Writing Xia's poems, this is simple." Ye Qing chuckled, raised his hands and read:

"The spring eye silently cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness.

Xiao He only showed her sharp horns, and a dragonfly had already stood on her head. "

After reading, Ye Qing pinched Wu Linglong's chin with his hands, his eyes fixed on the majesty, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up:

"The title of the poem "Little Pond""

A spring, a trickle, a pool of trees, a few small lotus leaves, and a small dragonfly constitute a vivid picture of the scenery of a small pool, showing the intimate and harmonious relationship between all things in nature.

There is not a word Xia in the whole poem.

But it says Xia everywhere!

Rich and concise.

It's refreshing to hear!

The key is that if this poem is matched with Wu Linglong in front of him, it will have another artistic conception.

Even Wu Linglong was shocked!

This poem is very good and poetic, but why does it feel like being molested.

Am I young?

After Chen Cong and the others listened, they wanted to criticize, but after murmuring.

Silence one by one.

Du Ziteng's complexion suddenly changed, and he turned pale.

"His Highness's poems are awesome, I like them so much!" Wu Linglong said with a smile on her brows and eyes.

Ye Qing withdrew his hand suddenly, turned around and looked at Du Ziteng: "If you break it, it's worth five thousand gold!"

This is His Highness Six winning!

All the people watching the excitement thought that Ye Qing's writing was very straightforward, what's wrong?