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The First Prince and Yu Yi are people with sharp eyes and ears, they clearly heard what everyone was talking about, but they ignored them.

Yu Yi smiled and said: "Since it is the contest that His Highness the First Prince mentioned first, then you will perform first."

"Okay." The eldest prince nodded without hesitation.

Wu Tianhao, Yu Wenhuan and others quickly prepared their pen and ink.

The eldest prince Zihong quickly swipe the pen on the scroll, stirring up the words.

"I heard that the First Prince's Royal Highness is both civil and military, and once wrote a poem that is close to Zhen Guo Poem?"

"That's right. His Royal Highness's literary attainments have always been very high. Back then, this incident caused a sensation."

"His Royal Highness the First Prince came here prepared, maybe he can compose a national poem?"

"Fuck, won't you?"

"Probably."

"Isn't Mr. Yu doomed?"

"Hehe...that's for sure. No matter how powerful Mr. Yu is, it's impossible for him to compose a national poem."

"Sigh... what a pity, who let Mr. Yu meet His Royal Highness the First Prince."

When Yan Qingqing heard the whispered discussions of the literati, she couldn't help clenching her fists tightly, her eyes full of worry.

Zihong soon completed a poem.

He handed the still wet scroll to the fox maid who had been waiting for a long time.

The maid began to sing the poems of the First Prince.

"Spring Walk"

Gushan Temple is in the north and west of Jiating, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low.

A few early warblers compete for the warmth of the tree, and the new bird pecks the spring mud.

Squandering flowers gradually become attractive, so Asakusa can have no horseshoes.

The eastbound favorite lake is insufficient, and the green Yangyin lies in the white sand dike.

The scroll in the hand of the maidservant of the fox gradually appeared purple light, and changed to orange, and finally turned completely orange.

"Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at the spring mud. The warbler's voice is melodious, spreading the good news of spring returning to the earth; swallows are hardworking, inspiring people to start spring labor, and they all describe the vitality of early spring."

"Scattered flowers are becoming more attractive to the eye, and Asakusa has no horseshoes. These two sentences are also very powerful. Early spring has not yet reached the season of blooming flowers, so what you can see is not yet full of colorful blooms.

Instead, there is a group in the east and a group in the west, using a word "chaos" to describe it.

The spring grass has not yet grown luxuriantly and has not passed the horseshoe, so I use the word "shallow" to describe it.

"Gradual desire" and "talent" are the feelings and judgments of the author's observation and appreciation.

As expected of His Royal Highness, only he can compose such good poems. "

"Damn it... an orange light appeared, and His Royal Highness really wrote a poem to protect the country."

"Hiss... Today's incident will definitely spread to the palace. If His Majesty the Emperor knows that the First Prince can compose a national poem, he will definitely be delighted."

"Extremely, extremely, I am afraid that the eldest prince is one step closer to that throne."

"His Royal Highness the First Prince wrote the poem of township, and coupled with his special status, Mr. Yu is afraid that he will lose."

"That's for sure, even if Mr. Yu writes a national poem, it won't be

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It's barely equal, but how can Zhenguo poems be made so easily? "

"It's a pity... Mr. Yu followed the wrong person."

"It's too early to say this, maybe Mr. Yu can make a comeback?"

"You're thinking about farting, unless Mr. Yu writes a poem handed down from generation to generation, but is that possible?"

"Indeed, the result was actually doomed from the beginning."

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Yan Qingqing's face was very ugly when she heard the whispered discussions around her.

She knew that Xiaoyu was basically doomed.

Bai Xiaomeng also clenched her fists tightly, wanting to beat someone up.

The eldest prince Zi Hong's face was bright: "Mr. Yu, it's your turn."

Yu Yi calmly smiled and said, "Your Highness, are you impatient to be slapped in the face?"

"Oh? Mr. Yu is really calm. I don't know where your confidence comes from. Is it because the ignorant are fearless?"

"I never like to show off in a high-profile manner. I only know that the more some people lack something, the more they want to show off. Your Royal Highness, what do you think?"

"Oh? Is that so? I think Mr. Yu should consider his own situation instead of caring about showing off. After all, no matter how you compare, you are bound to lose."

Yuyi shrugged indifferently, "Who will know until the end?"

The eldest prince smiled happily and said, "Then I am looking forward to Mr. Yu's performance."

The language confrontation between the two made many spectators shudder.

The eldest prince has a noble status, and no one can afford it.

That mysterious Mr. Yu is not afraid of the eldest prince at all, and the reason may not be simple.

The scholars present are all human beings, and no one would be so stupid as to jump out and offend Mr. Yu before they figured out the details of Mr. Yu.

Yuyi ignored the eldest prince, and turned his gaze to Bai Xiaomeng, "Xiaomeng, take care of me with pen and ink."

"Okay, master, meow~."

Bai Xiaomeng hurriedly took out a set of brushes and inks from Yuan Jie, and began to sharpen the inks.

Yuyi picked up the brush and wrote on the rolled scroll.

Every word of his is vigorous and powerful, and his pen is like a dragon and a snake.

After writing a poem, he picked up the scroll and gently blew the wet ink on it with his mouth.

Then handed it to the fox maid, "Beauty, please pass on the song."

"Hehehehe..." The fox maid smiled coquettishly.

Yuyi is not only handsome, but also very polite.

It greatly increased the favor of the fox maid.

Although many talents knew the result, they were still looking forward to it.

Judging from the ink marks on the scroll, it can be seen that it is a long poem. Maybe it can really turn the tables?

"Chunjiang Flower Moon Night"

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born together with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where the spring river has no moonlight!..."

As soon as the fox maid finished reading the first few sentences, the rice paper began to emit purple light, and it was changing to orange light.

"Damn it...it's unbelievable. Judging from the words on the paper, after reading less than one-tenth of the time, it has already started to turn into an orange light, which shows that this poem is the last time it is a poem for the country."

"The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide. Good poems, beautiful scenery, and majestic atmosphere. Just the first sentence of the opening chapter is enough to crush most poems."

"While the waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight! The second sentence is also very powerful. It not only describes the scenery of a big river at night, but also complements the first sentence."

"It's amazing, it's amazing..."

The fox maid didn't stop, and she had already read: "Who on the riverside first saw the moon? When did the river moon shine on people? Life is endless, and the river moon looks similar every year..."

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Chapter 299

"It's such a good one. "Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon shine on people at the beginning of the year?" It completely writes the desolation of generations of scholars nostalgic for seeing things and thinking about people by the river, but the moon is still bright."

"'The generations of life are endless, and the river moon looks the same year after year.' No matter how the years change, there will be a favorite in every era, but that round of Jiang Yue remains the same as before."

"It has completely turned orange, and the Zhen Guo Poetry has been decided."

"This poem is not finished yet, and the brilliance has not yet reached its peak, and there is still a lot of room left."

"It's amazing, it's amazing, it won't really evolve like a handed down poem?"

"It may be impossible to achieve the handed down poetry, but it is still possible to get close."

"Look quickly... the orange light is getting stronger, and it has a tendency to turn towards gold."

Every time the fox maid recited a sentence, the light of the scroll became stronger and stronger, and the bright light almost pierced her eyes.

But the fox maid was not only not timid, but even more excited. An eternal swan song was about to be born in her hands.

"I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the falling moon will fill the river and trees."

When she trembled and said the last line of the poem, it seemed that she had exhausted all her strength.

"boom!"

The scroll in the fox girl's hand emitted a bright light.

The scroll escaped from her grasp and flew into the air.

It turned into a beam of light, broke through the boat, and reached the sky.

At this moment, the entire Chaoge City saw that bright light.

"Fuck...it has really become a poem handed down from generation to generation."

"Unbelievable, I was able to witness the birth of handed down poems."

"It's not a handed down poem, it's the pinnacle of Zhenguo poetry. There is a hint of orange light in the golden light, which proves that this poem has not fully reached the level of handed down poems. It can only be said that the limit is close."

"Hiss... infinitely close to handed down poems, that is also very powerful, enough for me to brag about for a lifetime."

"It's unbelievable...I couldn't believe my eyes."

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The literati in the painting boat were all stunned.

"Impossible, impossible, how could it be close to handed down poems?" the eldest prince Zi Hong was lost and murmured to himself.

Wu Tianhao, Yu Wenhuan and the others were also dumbfounded.

Mr. Yu's ability to write poems that are close to handed down poems is enough to prove his talent.

He will definitely be noticed by His Majesty the Emperor, and it is probably not a good thing to rashly offend such a person.

Wu Tianhao is fine, he has a big brother and grandpa to protect him, so nothing big will happen.

But Yu Wenhuan was devastated, offending Mr. Yu, I'm afraid it will not be easy in the future.

Yan Qingqing's pretty face was flushed with excitement, and she hurriedly hugged Yuyi's arm, "Xiaoyu, you are too powerful."

"The master is awesome, meow~" Although the little cat girl didn't understand very well, she was also excited when she saw that everyone was very excited.

Yu Yi smiled lightly, without much emotion.

This poem was copied by him, and he did not write it himself, so there is no need to get excited.

"Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is the representative work of Zhang Ruoxu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

The Tang Dynasty was the peak era of Chinese poetry. There were poets Li Bai, poet saint Du Pu, poet demon Bai Juyi, poet madman He Zhizhang, and so on.

"Moonlight Night on the Spring River" is said to be a single chapter that covers the entire Tang Dynasty. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it does have unique features.

Being able to get close to the handed down poems, Yuyi is not surprised at all, but takes it for granted.

"Sister Hua, have you seen it? Mr. Yu actually made a poem for you, which is close to a poem handed down from generation to generation!"

Fairy Lily was very excited, as if the poem was made for her.

Fairy Shaoyao said enviously: "I'm so envious, if someone can write a poem handed down for my sister, how great it would be?"