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But when it comes to poetry, there is a huge difference between him and the two.

"Brother Yu has won the prize." Xue Weihan shook his head lightly, not much excited.

"Mr. Yu, aren't you really mocking Bengong and His Royal Highness Xue?" Liu Yunyue asked with a strange expression.

Yu Yi waved his hands and said, "I don't dare to ridicule the two of you, I just praise you both from the bottom of my heart."

"Holy shit...Look, it's another near-gold superb poem for the country." An exclamation caught everyone's attention.

The poems in Baihua Fairy's hands were also projected into the air, and the scroll glowed with orange and gold, and more than two-thirds of it had been dyed gold.

"Jiangchengzi"

Mr. Fish

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, never forgetting.Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation.Even if you don't know each other when you meet, your face is covered with dust,

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The temples are like frost.

At night, You Meng suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window, was dressing. There is nothing but tears. Expected to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

"Hiss... It's Mr. Yu again, he actually wrote poems that are close to handed down poems, really amazing."

"It's amazing...it's unbelievable."

"I can only say, cowhide!"

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. A lonely grave for thousands of miles..." Liu Yunyue looked at the poem in the air and murmured to herself.

"Brother Yu is really amazing, I am convinced." Xue Weihan praised.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a little bit better than you, and it's far from being handed down as a poem." Yu Yi shook his head, his family knew about his own affairs.

Except for Yuyi and the three who are more amazing, Zuo Xu's poetry is not bad, but it is not as good as Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue.

Gu Tianming ranked fifth.

The top ten contestants were selected.

The poems of the remaining five are all dark purple Zhenguo poems, but they are not as good as Yuyi and the other five.

As Xue Weihan said, the few people he mentioned have all advanced.

Sister Hong stood on the stage, and said with a charming smile, "Congratulations to Mr. Yu, Your Highness Xue Weihan, Princess Liuyunyue, Zuo Xu's No. [-] Scholar, Young Master Gu Tianming, His Highness Zihong...the above ten talents have passed the second test."

"Now is the intermission time, please Hua Fairies, continue to present a dance for everyone."

Sister Hong knows how to use the situation to promote the thirteen flower fairies.

Those forces in the VIP room on the second floor did not show up from the beginning to the end, nor did they participate in the commentary on the poems, which is quite surprising.

The song is over.

Sister Hong went on to the stage, took out an imperial decree, and read: "The third round of competition is about to begin. I am entrusted by His Majesty to announce the questions for the third round."

"Your Majesty's imperial order: The golden autumn season is here, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. All contestants are invited to write a poem with the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival. The time limit is one hour."

The topic of the third round of competition is actually not new, it can even be said to be very old-fashioned.

In the Zhuxia Empire, every Mid-Autumn Festival, brothels and boats on the banks of the Nile River would organize poetry gatherings of various sizes.

Although the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival is old-fashioned, it is also difficult to write.

Because of this subject, it has been written by countless literati throughout the ages.

It is very difficult to write better than the predecessors.

The ten talents who advanced to the third round are all masters of poetry.

If the poems written do not meet the expected standards, they will inevitably be criticized.

Xue Weihan sighed softly: "Oh... Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the third round is about Mid-Autumn Festival. It's really hard to write!"

Liu Yunyue chuckled, "His Highness Xue is putting on a show again, didn't you already guess the title?"

Xue Weihan said indifferently: "Perhaps His Majesty the Emperor did it on purpose, he is not afraid that someone will guess the content of the third round of examination questions.

After the first and second rounds of screening, the remaining ten people have good poetic talents.

No matter how bad the Mid-Autumn Ci is made, it will not be so bad. "

Hearing Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan's discussion, Yu Yi asked in surprise: "Could it be that the two of you have already prepared a poem with the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Xue Weihan scratched her head in embarrassment, "Almost!"

Liu Yunyue didn't feel embarrassed at all, she said with a charming smile, "It's not just Bengong and His Highness Xue, I believe Gu Tianming and Zuo Xu should have made preparations in advance."

Yu Yi is numb.

Co-author, is he alone unprepared?

Fortunately, he was copying poems, otherwise he might have suffered a crushing defeat.

Jiang Yuyao pouted, "Damn it, they're all cheating."

Yu Yi smiled and rubbed the little saint's head, "Haha, don't be discouraged, you can guess

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Problem is also a kind of ability. "

Xue Weihan was somewhat guilty, and kindly reminded: "Brother Yu, you should hurry up and think about poetry, time waits for no one."

"No problem!" Yu Yi waved his hand, turned his gaze to Jiang Yuyao, "Little Jiang, grind the ink."

"Alright, brother fish."

Yu Yi took the brush and began to write the eternal swan song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou · When Will the Moon Come" for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After writing a poem, he put down his pen and waited for the time to end.

Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan did not read what Yuyi wrote.

The three chatted, not caring about the result at all.

Gu Tianming and Zuo Xu were like-minded, they got together and talked in a low voice.

The eldest prince Zi Hong didn't know what he was thinking, and entered a state of trance.

The remaining four scholars were more or less nervous.

When the time was about to end, Yuyi asked Jiang Yuyao to submit the work.

Others also submitted their works one after another.

The thirteen flower fairies sang ten poems faster than the second round.

The lotus fairy first read a poem by the great prince Zihong:

"August [-]th Night in Taoyuan, Playing Moon"

Seeing the moon in the dust, the heart is also idle, and the situation is in the Qing Qiuxian Mansion.

Condensed light and long, cold dew pendant, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

The blue sky is cloudless and the wind can't afford it.

The group movement took a leisurely look, and the sky was high and the earth was flat for thousands of miles.

Shaojun led me to the Jade Altar, Li Kongyao invited the true immortal official.

Yun Pin wanted to move under the stars, and Tianle let out a cry of muscle and bones.

Jin Xia Xinxin moved eastward, and the shadow of Lun Huan continued to watch.

Jue Jingliang is hard to get together again, he should be melancholy on this day of the year.

"The eldest prince is a talented poet. To be able to write such beautiful lines, he is indeed the most talented prince in the Zhu Xia Empire."

A scholar commented: "This poem has sixteen lines, every four lines has a rhyme, and each rhyme is a natural paragraph.

The first paragraph is about playing with the moon in Taoyuan, with the scenery of the moon and the feeling of playing;

The second paragraph writes about the night on August [-]th, contrasting the Mid-Autumn Moon with the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers illuminated by the moonlight;

The third paragraph is romantic imagination, writing the feeling of wanting to be immortal, from the scene and the emotion, it grows naturally;

The last paragraph drags back from imagination, writes about sunrise and moonset, and expresses emotions about "excellent scenery and good times". After leaving the Taoyuan, it is difficult to revisit the meaning.

The scenery of the whole poem changes at any time, and the mood changes with the scenery, with a sense of ups and downs. "

"This poem is already golden in orange, close to being handed down from generation to generation."

"It seems that the First Prince is also well prepared."

"awesome."

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Zihong couldn't help smiling when he heard everyone's discussion.

He looked provocatively at the place where Yuyi was, as if to say: not only you can write poems close to the level of handed down poems, but this king can too.

Yuyi rolled his eyes and ignored it.

Immediately afterwards, Narcissus Fairy read out the poem of Zuo Xu, the new top scholar:

"One Cut Plum Mid-Autumn Festival Without Moon"

Recalling the mid-autumn osmanthus bushes, the flowers are in the cup, and the moon is also in the cup.

There is a same statue upstairs tonight, the screen window is wet with clouds, and the screen window is wet with rain.

If you want to take advantage of the wind and ask about chemical industry, the road is also difficult, and the letter is also difficult.

Only the candles are red in the house, the cups are calm, and the songs are calm.

"Wow... "One Cut Plum Mid-Autumn Moonless" is almost orange, Zuo Xu is worthy of being the champion of the new department."

"It is indeed close to golden, but there is still nearly one-fifth of orange, which has not really reached the level of handed down poetry."

"Anyway, the words of the new top scholar are better than that of His Royal Highness the First Prince."

"Extremely true."

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Chapter 310 Overwhelms the heroes and advances to the seventh rank

The eldest prince's complexion was not very good-looking, and he was actually compared to others.

But after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, Zuo Xu is his person, and the eldest prince's face softened a lot.

Anyway, I will be my own people in the future, so there is no need to worry too much.

Rose Fairy began to read Xue Weihan's poem:

"Drinking Alone under the Moon"

A pot of wine in the flower room, no blind date alone.

Toast Mingyue, and Yingying became three people.

The month does not drink, the shadow follower follows me.

For the time being with the moon, Xingle must be in spring.

I linger on the moon, my dancing is chaotic.

醒时同交欢，Pursue pleasure when I am awake, 醉后各分散。 When drunken I reel in companionship.

Yongjie ruthless tour, phase Yun Yunhan.

"Fuck, it's really golden now, His Highness Xue's poem has become a handed down poem."

"A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. It feels so lonely. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three people. It also expresses the author's loneliness."

"The last description of this poem seems to be very lively, saying that "the two shadows form three people", but the so-called three people are only His Royal Highness Xue himself.

Inviting the moon and the shadow to have fun with him actually makes his loneliness even more apparent, which is indeed a rare gem! "