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For example, in the seventh pavilion, everyone praised Shu Ziwen's works;

Another example is that in the tenth pavilion, everyone bowed their hands to Hua Weiming, as if they were ashamed of themselves;

Another example is the third pavilion...

There are excellent ones.

There are also those who are moderate.

After confirming the list of voluntary withdrawals, the organizer finally arranged for staff to collect the poems of the literati, and invited eight judges to judge the poems of the major pavilions.

At this time.

Someone noticed that the judge, He Qinghuan, hadn't returned to his seat yet, but he was still standing beside Xianyu, like a statue...

sculpture?

The judge Yu Chang couldn't help but reminded: "Mr. He Qinghuan, it's time for us to judge poetry!"

He Qinghuan didn't move.

It's as if you didn't hear it.

The judge Qin Xiaotian frowned, feeling a little strange in his heart, and then said: "Teacher He Qinghuan?"

He Qinghuan still didn't move.

He stared closely at Xianyu's poem.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but looked at each other, and then discussed aloud, wondering why He Qinghuan became so strange.

"Teacher He Qinghuan!"

The staff simply ran up to him and called him, which made He Qinghuan...

wake up?

correct.

Just woke up.

He seemed to be in a daze, and he was reminded by the staff at this time, and he finally came back to his senses, and looked back at the jury and the literati in a daze.

He opened his mouth.

He Qinghuan seemed to want to speak, but suddenly thought of something, walked towards the judges' seat while laughing:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His laughter became louder and louder, and when he returned to the judges' seat, there was already a touch of madness in his laughter.

Is this crazy?

Several judges looked at He Qinghuan in astonishment.

The eyes of the literati were even more puzzled.

What did Xianyu do to make He Qinghuan so abnormal?

obviously.

He Qinghuan's strangeness is related to Xianyu.

He read the poem Xianyu just wrote, and then he became like this.

The live camera is very good at playing suspense.

From the beginning to the end, the camera did not shoot any poem directly.

……

Don't talk about the scene at this time.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room felt baffled.

"What happened to Teacher He Qinghuan?"

"What did Xianyu write?"

"I feel that after reading what Xianyu wrote, something is wrong with him."

"Leave this alone, the selection has begun."

"Just now, the Tenth Pavilion was praising Hua Weiming's works, which made me very curious!"

"Shu Ziwen seems to have written a great poem."

"I'll be reading it soon."

"Why doesn't He Qinghuan sit down?"

"There is it!"

"The top two from the first pavilion have come out!"

With the discussion of several judges, the winning works of the first booth were selected soon.

Literati excited!

The audience is excited!

Everyone no longer entangled with He Qinghuan's abnormality, and only had infinite expectations in their hearts!

"The title of the first booth is, Love!"

The so-called love, whether it is modern or ancient, is a word that people can't get around.

Such a proposition, there are many masterpieces in ancient and modern times, it is definitely not uncommon, let alone difficult to write, and it is easy to produce excellent works.

at the moment.

Good work indeed.

Judge An Long's eyes were filled with amazement: "The winners are Mr. Bian Huan and Mr. Chunzheng. Let's invite our reciters to present Mr. Bian Huan's masterpiece!"

This is a poetry conference.

The program group specially invited several highly skilled reciters to recite all the wonderful works that emerged in the poetry conference!

The judge's voice fell.

One of the reciters took the poem and started to recite, full of emotions, perfectly presenting the poet's emotions.

"The rain in the spring mountain is about to harvest, the sky is light and the stars are few and far away. The moon is bright, don't cry at the dawn. Although the words are small, the love is not over, but when I look back, I still say: I still remember the green skirt, and I feel pity for the grass everywhere."

moment!

The literati applauded like a wave!

The live broadcast room is full of climaxes!

"it is good!"

"This poem is amazing!"

"The leader of the first pavilion is well-deserved!"

"This is Blue Star's top literary event, and it really didn't disappoint. The first song was such a hit!"

"Teacher Bianhuan yyds!"

"I once read the masterpiece of Teacher Bianhuan. This teacher and his wife are very affectionate and have written many love poems for each other. This one is not the best. I suggest you search for "The Ronin". Personally, I think that one is still there. Above this one!"

"very touching!"

"There's more in the back."

"The second song is out!"

With an exclamation, the reciter began to read the second poem in the first pavilion, which was also a rare masterpiece.

then.

The third pavilion!

The fourth pavilion!

The fifth pavilion!

Among the ten pavilions built on Lushan Mountain, two of the best poems were selected for each pavilion, which can be said to be full of literary talent!

This is a literati carnival!

It is also a carnival for the audience!

Countless poetry lovers are so excited!

Especially in the seventh pavilion, the poem written by Shu Ziwen won applause from all the halls. The judge An Long couldn't help standing up and reading the poem himself!

"what!"

"Shu Ziwen is so handsome!"

"As expected of my male god!"

"It's no wonder that the Seventh Pavilion praised Shu Ziwen so much before. I feel that Shu Ziwen will become famous today, and his status in the literary world will rise in a straight line in the future!"

"I thought they were bragging about each other in business!"

"I didn't expect them to be real cows, Xianyu, do you know who Shu Ziwen is now!?"

"A group of bosses, gods fighting!"

"With them here, my Blue Star literary world will last forever!"

"It's almost the tenth pavilion!"

"The Tenth Pavilion, are Hua Weiming's poems?"

"Hey guys, it's words!"

"Hua Weiming wrote "Like a Dream Order"!"

"Teacher Hua Weiming wrote more than one song "Like a Dream" in the early days, and he is very good at this format. How about this one?"

In conversation.

The results of the [-]th Pavilion are announced!

Hua Weiming won the leader of the tenth pavilion without any suspense, and his song "Like a Dream", pushed the poetry conference to its greatest climax!

This poem was praised by seven judges!

Why seven?

Because He Qinghuan seemed a little out of shape.

There were all kinds of carnivals at the scene, and the applause was like waves one after another like a tsunami, but he was indifferent, and even wanted to laugh a little.

The audience has ignored him.

The literati no longer paid attention to He Qinghuan's strangeness.

Regarding He Qinghuan's abnormality, everyone has already vaguely speculated.

Everyone thinks that He Qinghuan should be in a bad mood.

Because Xianyu is from Qinzhou, He Qinghuan is also from Qinzhou.

However, Xianyu has retired now, and Qinzhou has lost a general. The limelight of this poetry conference is almost all concentrated on Zhaozhou!

Zhao Zhou's poems are really flourishing!

The literati and the audience in the live broadcast room were completely intoxicated in Hua Weiming's "Like a Dream Order"!

"really!!"

"The top bosses are the last to appear!"

"If the top ten pavilions face off, Teacher Hua Weiming will be ranked first in this round, and Shu Ziwen can be ranked second!"

"But the others aren't too bad."

"Basically every pavilion has amazing masterpieces!"

"So say it!"

"What is Xianyu pretending to be!"