Sima Jun glanced at everyone: "The first work in this poetry meeting should be "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" written by Ouyang Mingri."

The full text of this poem is:

All the fragrances fall and the beauty is alone, and the charm is occupied toward the small garden.

The bamboo shadows slant the water is clear and the fragrance of osmanthus floats at dusk.

The frost bird wants to fall and steals his eyes first, while the pink butterfly knows that it has broken his soul.

Fortunately, there are slight chants to be with each other, so there is no need to share the golden lord.

Sima Jun finished reading the poem "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden", and the whole scene began to stir.

Many Confucian scholars showed surprise in their eyes. This song "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" was also very good, and it was obvious that it was written by a master.

"Someone can write such a stunning poem."

"At the beginning of the poem, the author's love and praise for the plum blossoms: "The fragrances fall and are alone, and they take all the charms towards the small garden." It blooms in the cold wind in the severe winter when flowers are withering, and the bright and charming scenery occupies the scenery of the small garden."

"The word "only" and the word "end" fully expresses the unique living environment of plum blossoms, its extraordinary personality and its fascinating charm."

"Wonderful, it's so wonderful."

...

All Confucian scholars praised this song "Small Plum Garden".

"Young Master Ouyang is a talented man!"

"Young Master Ouyang, you are the leader of this poetry meeting."

"Young Master Ouyang, you should be the leader of the five talents in Sanxing City."

The Confucian scholars around expressed their congratulations to Ouyang Mingri.

Ouyang Mingri was surrounded by so many people, his face was red and he was extremely proud.

Today is definitely the time for him to become famous.

He believed that he could establish his position as the first of the five talents in the Three Star City with this song "Shanyuan Xiaomei".

He looked at Xu Le who was still sleeping soundly, and felt very disdainful. What qualifications are such a person qualified to be my opponent?

Ouyang Mingri was extremely proud. He looked at Princess Ruining Wu Zhao. The princess must have been fascinated by the poem I wrote...

What disappointed him was that Wu Zhao did not look at him, but held a book in his hand, as if it was a novel.

"Whose novel is the princess reading? It's not Xu Le's, right?"

Ouyang Mingri felt depressed.

At the beginning of the final evaluation session, the three judges wrote comments on the poem "Shan Plum Garden".

Shi Kai praised: "No more!"

Qin Ming praised: "It can be called a masterpiece!"

Sima Jun praised: "Should be the leader."

The comments of the three were short, but they were all praise words.

The Confucian scholars around him looked at Ouyang Mingri with envious eyes. As expected, his poems would be the first in this poetry conference.

Ouyang Mingri will become famous in Samsung City because of this. More importantly, he will receive the attention of Princess Ruining, the world's number one beauties.

"The first of this poetry meeting was "Small Plum Garden" created by Ouyang Mingri. Who has any objection?"

"If you have any objections, you can tell me."

Sima Jun glanced around, and under his eyes, no one raised any objection.

This song "Shan Mei Xiaoyuan" is very well written, and they can't find any faults.

Ouyang Mingri's heart was pounding. He was finally about to reach the top of the poetry meeting and stepped on everyone in this poetry meeting.

He has begun to fantasize about a bright future, and he is called "Shihao" by others, and the princess is also attracted by his talent and has been together for two.

"Um?"

"Um?"

Suddenly, two whispers attracted everyone's attention.

"Who is it?"

Sima Jun was furious. Who was making a strange sound?

Several other Confucian scholars looked along the sound, but saw a man lying there and sleeping sounded loudly, and the sound came from his mouth.

Seeing this scene, their faces suddenly became very exciting.

Ximen Qing looked at Xu Le speechlessly: "Brother Xu, you can really sleep."

While he was speechless, he admired Xu Le's nature. He was probably the only one who could sleep in such an occasion.

Ouyang Mingri stared at Xu Le with all his eyes. He was about to go on stage to receive the award, but was interrupted by Xu Le. This hatred and hatred were irreconcilable.

"The bold and crazy person dared to sleep at the poetry meeting."

Sima Jun was furious.

He was really angry by Xu Le. Others were writing poems seriously, but you were sleeping here. Do you regard this as your home?

Qin Ming and Shi Kai looked at this scene with interest: "Interesting, interesting."

They knew that Sima Jun practiced the "Rites" scriptures and paid great attention to etiquette. Xu Le's sleeping at the poetry meeting was considered to be a violation of Sima Jun's rebellion.

But that's good. This poetry meeting was originally useless, but perhaps it caused a slight turmoil because of Xu Le.

Qin Ming was very confident in Xu Le and always felt that this person could bring some unexpected surprises.

Wu Zhao smiled when he saw this scene: "How will you end this time?"

After Sima Jun finished yelling, Xu Le remained indifferent and was still sleeping soundly, which made Sima Jun unable to hold back.

Other Confucian scholars were talking about it:

"Is Xu Le the one who sleeps?"

"Yes, it is Xu Le, the one who sleeps, the leader of the five talents."

"Young Master Xu is so brave. He actually dares to sleep in front of Mr. Sima."

"Mr. Sima practiced the "Rites" scriptures and could not rub the sand in his eyes. He did this clearly to hit Mr. Sima in the face."

"I want to know now how he can sleep anytime, anywhere. I have insomnia now, and it's hard to have a good night's sleep."

...

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Sima Jun was even more irritable.

"Silent, quiet!"

Sima Jun slapped the table hard.

Sima Jun was still very majestic. When he saw that he was angry, the Confucian scholars around him shut up.

"Go to me and wake up this crazy life."

Sima Jun ordered.

"Okay, Mr. Sima."

Ximen Qing volunteered.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu, wake up!"

Ximen Qing walked to Xu Le and patted his body and said.

Xu Le was confused and looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

This is a handsome young man with a slender figure. He has a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes and thin lips. He is now staring at him with a smile while squinting his eyes.

"What are you doing? Don't disturb me to sleep!"

After saying that, Xu Le lay on the table again.

Ximen Qing…

The scholars around...

"Brother Xu, stop sleeping, Mr. Sima is looking for you."

Ximen Qing continued to work hard.

"Rareless! Rareless!"

Sima Jun was extremely angry.

He is a dignified Mr. Sima. When did he meet such a Confucian scholar?

"Brother Xu, wake up."

Ximen Qing continued to urge.

With Ximen Qing's unremitting urging, Xu Le finally opened his sleepy eyes and stretched his waist, as if he was waking up from a big dream.

After doing all this, Xu Le looked around in confusion: "Why are you all looking at me like this?"

"Is the poetry meeting over? It's over, and I'll go home to sleep."

Ximen Qing…

Wu Zhao...

The scholars around...

Have you not slept enough here and you still have to go home to sleep?
Chapter completed!