Datang: My virtuous brother did not expect that I am the emperor!

However, Changle's appearance is very outstanding, and every time he goes out, he is pointed at by a group of men!

From then on, every time Changle went out, she always dressed as a man!

Chang Le in a white robe tied all her hair behind her back!

Hold a folding fan in your hand!

He looks like a suave and suave wit!

Open the folding fan in Changle's hand!

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"Let's go, first go to Yiyu, and then go to the poetry meeting together!"

Saying that, Changle walked out of the palace and rushed towards Fangfu!

"Yi Yu, Yi Yu, let's go, go to the poetry meeting!"

Princess Changle shouted at the door of Fang Yiyu's boudoir!

Crazy!

The door is open!

Fang Yiyu, who was dressed in plain clothes, came out!

Like a hibiscus coming out of water, the temperament is cool!

"I knew it was you."

Fang Yiyu said lightly!

"Why, why are you interested in participating in this gathering of literati!"

"Oh, the palace is so boring!!"

Changle is almost acting like a baby!

Fang Yiyu nodded, went back to the house and walked out with a veil!

The two rushed to Pingkangfang in Fangfu's carriage!

When Changle and Fang Yiyu got out of the car, there were people coming and going in Pingkangfang, and everyone was wearing green robes.

"Fang Yiyu is here!"

"What, the number one talented woman in the Tang Dynasty is here, let's have a look at this poetry meeting!"

"Who is the person next to her!"

Seeing Fang Yiyu getting out of the car, the crowd of onlookers all exclaimed!

After all, this Fang Yiyu is the number one talented woman in the Tang Dynasty!

The two walked into the Tingfeng Lou, the site of the poetry meeting together!

Inside, talented scholars and beauties are reciting poems and fighting against each other!

"Brother Wang, it seems that today's poetry competition must be yours!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

There are constant voices of compliments coming from inside!

After all, scholars are concerned about saving face, who doesn't like to be obedient!

As soon as Fang Yiyu came in, the whole building fell silent!

After all, Fang Yiyu has been taking the first place in the poetry fair in the past few years!

Every scholar is overwhelmed by this number one talented woman in the Tang Dynasty!

After all, losing to a woman is not something glorious!

Every talented person is suffocating in his heart!

The poetry meeting is not for people to compose poems on the spot, but to take out their most satisfying poem for a competition. They have polished it in their hearts for countless times!

Just waiting for an opportunity to soar into the sky!

After all, in Datang, as long as the poems are well written!

There is still no shortage of food!

Therefore, excellent works appeared constantly at the poetry meeting, and compliments kept coming!

In the poetry competition, Wang Chongwen, the great Confucian of Chang'an City, will be the judge to judge whether a poem is good or bad!

As a child of a poor family, Wang Chongwen can become a great Confucian in Chang'an City, so you can imagine his level!

"Alright, now it's Fang Yiyu's time to write poetry!"

Wang Chongwen looked at Fang Yiyu with a smile. After all, Fang Yiyu took away the top prizes in the past few years!

And Fang Yiyu is the daughter of Fang Xuanling, the Prime Minister of the current dynasty!

So Wang Chongwen was very impressed with her!

Fang Yiyu stood up gently!

A suit of plain clothes swaying in the wind!

After she read out her poems in a cold tone!

The whole hall can hear needles falling!

"As expected of the number one talented woman in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that this year's top spot is hers again!"

"The level of this poem is so high, it seems that no one can surpass her tonight!"

Wang Chongwen secretly admired it when he heard it!

At such a young age, he can actually have such profound attainments in poetry!

It seems that within a few years, the judges of this poetry club will be replaced!

Hearing the praise from the people in the hall, Changle was also happy for Fang Yiyu!

At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly came out!

"Haha, that's it? Still want to win the top spot!"

"Ask me if Cui Changge is!"

A handsome man emerged from the crowd!

Although his face is very handsome, there is a hint of viciousness in his face!

"What, Cui Changge, the Qinghe Cui family's youngest No. 1!"

"It's really him. I heard that the poems Cui Changge wrote when he was seven years old were praised by Shandong scholars!"

Hearing what the crowd said, Cui Changge showed a smile on his face!

He has come to Chang'an these few days and has nothing to do. He heard that there is a poetry meeting held here!

Come join in the fun!

I didn't expect Fang Yiyu to steal the limelight, how can he not be angry!

Fang Xuanling came from a poor family, and when Fang Xuanling's son wanted to marry a daughter from a branch of the Cui family, they were all rejected by their family!

just now!

A lowly poor family is also worthy of stealing my limelight? !

Chapter 34 You Can't Write This Poem, Let Me Come!

"Today I will show you what real poetry is!"

Cui Changge looked proud!

He has the capital of arrogance, and all the talented people here are from humble backgrounds. In his eyes, this group of people are nothing more than clowns' self-entertainment!

Pick up the pen and ink and quickly write on a piece of white paper!

Not long after, Cui Changge picked up the flying white paper!

I saw a poem written on it!

When the onlookers saw the poem written by Cui Changge, they all gasped!

This poem looks even better than Fang Yiyu's!

Neat and rhyme!

Wang Chongwen also looked at Cui Changge's poem in disbelief!

Such a poem can be written at such a young age!

First there was Fang Yiyu and then there was Cui Changge, it seems that he is still really old!

There are too many young talents now!

Seeing the reaction of the onlookers, Cui Changge cursed inwardly!

"A group of bumpkins who have never seen the world!"

People from his family look down on these poor and poor children the most!

Are they also worthy of poetry? !

It's just self-inflicted humiliation!

"Isn't it because you look stupid, and you haven't announced who is the first prize in this poetry meeting!"

Cui Changge looked at Wang Chongwen indifferently!

He didn't give Wang Chongwen any face at all, he shouted and shouted!

Even this great Confucian in Chang'an is not worth mentioning in Cui Changge's heart!

Wang Chongwen was angry, but literati can't lie, Cui Changge's poems are better!

"I announce that the winner of this poetry meeting is..."

Wang Chongwen said helplessly!

"Wait for the old man, the poetry meeting is not over yet, so how can we be sure that it must be his first prize!"

"I haven't read my poem yet!"

Suddenly, before Wang Chongwen finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden voice!

Who, after seeing the poems written by Cui Changge, has the courage to read his own poems!

If the quality of the poems is not as good as that of Cui Changge, isn't it self-inflicted humiliation!

Is he sure that it must be better than this poem? !

impossible!

Pedestrians looked at the source of the sound in shock!

It was him!

I saw that Young Master Pianpian next to Fang Yiyu held a folding fan and said!

Even Fang Yiyu next to him had a hint of doubt on his indifferent face!

Originally, she thought that a poem would lose, so she lost!

According to her temperament, although she is unhappy, she will not show it!

So she still looked indifferent, but once Chang Le opened her mouth, she was not calm!

She doesn't know how much ink is in Changle's belly? !

Can't write poetry at all!

Is Changle trying to vent my anger on me? !

Thinking of this, Fang Yiyu's heart warmed up. Although she is cold-tempered, but for this eccentric princess like Changle!