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Le Dongsheng wanted to say more, but the lights on the stage were already on.

The show goes on.

Seeing Le Dongsheng standing beside An Zhiruosu, Qi Fang jokingly said: "The two masked poets are enemies on stage, but they talk happily during the break time. The friendship between poets is really amazing. People are envious."

After some courtesy, the show officially entered the third round.

As in the second round, the six players looked at the cards on the big screen to turn over cards, and then recited poems based on the content of the screen.

Huang Chu, Xuan Chang, Zhu Peng and Fan Deli each flopped and recited poems.

However, their level is quite average. Like the second round, the top three players only scored [-]-[-] points, while Van der Li scored [-]-[-] points.

If it was placed in the second or third season of the Poetry Conference, Van der Li would definitely be a town presence.But in this fourth season's Poetry Conference, his master-level figure has been completely reduced to a green leaf, a foil.

Even when these four chanted poems, the more than 5000 spectators in the stadium and the hundreds of thousands of spectators in front of the TV hardly even applauded.

All the audience have put all their thoughts and expectations on Le Dongsheng and An Zhiruosu.

I have completely lost any interest in these four poems.

After more than 20 minutes of boring and boring poetry reciting, analysis, scoring and evaluation, the program finally ushered in the highlight that the audience was looking forward to.

Qi Fang was illuminated by the red beam of light. Wearing a red dress, she gradually walked to the center of the stage, and said slowly:

"Huang Chu, Xuan Chang, Zhu Peng, including our poetry guru Mr. Fan Deli, the four of them have finished reciting poems."

"And the contestants who will appear next are the two masked poets we are very familiar with and look forward to, Ledongrensheng and Anzhiruosu."

"There are three rounds of PK in the finals, and the first two rounds are over. Le Dongsheng and An Zhiruosu each won one round, and the two were tied."

"Through the first two rounds of warm-up, everyone should have a deep understanding of Ledongsheng and Anzhiruosu."

"This third round of competition will be the final battle of this final, and the real champion and runner-up will be determined!"

Qi Fang's voice changed from the original slowness to a passionate one:

"The level and strength of the two of them are enough to be called the 'war of the century' in the poetry world."

"I think today's final battle, now and in the future, will definitely be a moment worth remembering!"

"Although the two of them haven't recited poems yet, as the host, I'm already a little bit excited."

"Next, let's turn the camera to the masked poet, happy life!"

The camera shifted, and Le Dongsheng's face appeared on the big screen.

In an instant, the whole venue burst into warm applause.

The emotions of these audience members have reached an extreme level. They raised their palms high and clapped hard to applaud.

The palm of his hand was already so red that he didn't even know it.

Half a minute later, the applause gradually subsided, and Qi Fang looked at Le Dongsheng and asked, "Little brother, are you nervous at this point?"

Le Dongsheng nodded, and stretched out his palm to let the camera take a close-up, saying: "Nervous! Look at my palms and palms are covered with sweat."

Qi Fang continued: "It's the last poetry recitation, little brother, are you confident that you can win against No. 96 contestant who is masked like you?"

Le Dongsheng's black eyes flashed with complex light, he said: "Sister Qi Fang, can I make a small request?"

Qi Fang nodded: "You said little brother, you are now one of the most anticipated and most watched poets in our venue."

Le Dongsheng said: "I'm too nervous, so at this last moment, I want No. 96 brother An Zhiruosu to write a poem first?"

Qi Fang didn't answer immediately, but turned her head to look at An Zhiruosu, and asked politely: "Petant No. 96, do you agree?"

An Zhiruo didn't answer, still calm and indifferent.

"Okay, it seems that our No. 96 contestant has a casual attitude. Then, let me ask the audience friends again." After speaking, Qi Fang turned her head to look at the audience in the venue and in front of the TV: "Dear Audience friends, do you think it’s okay?”

This request is not too much, so the audience immediately responded to the question.

"can!"

"Let An Zhiruo write poetry first!"

After asking the audience for their opinions for half a minute, Qi Fang turned her head to look at Le Dongsheng: "The audience said yes, so I will grant your wish, little brother."

After finishing speaking, Qi Fang turned her head to look at An Zhiruosu, who was also surrounded by pale yellow beams of light: "No. 96, An Zhiruosu, at the request of the audience, you and Le Dongsheng will replace the order of poetry in the last round of poetry."

"It's your turn to write poetry, are you ready?"

Li An just nodded lightly, then turned his head to look at the big screen in the center of the stage where the cards had already been prepared.

"Flip the cards, please."

Li An casually raised a finger.

"Is it the second one in the fourth row?"

"random."

"The second card in the fourth row, please turn over the card." Qi Fang said.

As the voice fell, the second card in the fourth row turned over, and then quickly enlarged to occupy the entire screen.

In the picture, a man wearing ordinary clothes is sitting in a house with a unique decoration, and another person wearing Miao costumes is sitting opposite the man.

The two men held two porcelain bowls in their hands, filled with golden grain wine, and their faces were intoxicated with happiness.

"According to the picture, please write a poem! The time limit is 2 minutes." Qi Fang said.

Qi Fang's voice had just landed, and then only three to five seconds later, An Zhiruosu spoke.

"A seven-character quatrain, called "Ke Zhong Xing"."

"Tulips in Lanling wine, amber light in jade bowls."

"But let the master be able to drink the guest, I don't know where is another land."

Although the audience still didn't hear it very clearly, after all, the time was too short.

But this time, no one underestimated the saying that poetry made in three seconds is not good, or that poetry written in three seconds is insulting to poetry.

All the audience watched the big screen quietly.

For a moment, the whole lively venue became extremely quiet.