There was silence in the hall.

Just listen to the sweet voice of the oiran dancing girl saying: "Thousands of trees are about to break with the cold, but the solitary root is warm and warm. In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night. The wind carries the fragrance, and the birds peek at the beautiful scenery. Next year will be like the law, first of all

Looking forward to Spring Terrace."

After reading, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.

After the taste came over, there were bursts of applause and praise: "What a poem! What a poem!"

"Miss Wuyi, I wonder who wrote this poem?"

someone asked.

The oiran smiled sweetly, with a look of amazement in her eyes. She glanced at the rice paper in her hand and said, "This piece is ranked third for the time being. It was written by Song Zixi, a young lady from the Song family."

"Hey! It's Miss Song!"

"This poem has clear language and clear conception. It is a rare good poem, but it is only ranked third?"

"Miss Wuyi, stop showing off and recite the following two poems quickly!"

Everyone's faces were full of surprise, and they started talking and urging.

Song Zixi stood with the girls who were upstairs just now, with a smile on her face. She said "very satisfied" with herself in third place, but in fact she felt a little dissatisfied. She looked at the stage and waited.

Play the following two songs.

Several other girls nearby were also fighting against him.

Window seat.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, Zi Xi's poem is actually very good. If it were a normal poetry meeting, he might be able to win first place. But today..."

Having said this, she turned to look at the young man beside her, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and said softly: "My brother-in-law is here today,"

Before Luo Qingzhou could reply, a cold snort suddenly came from beside him: "I'm still here today!"

Luo Qingzhou twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to look at the stage.

Qin Weimo also quickly looked away from him, quietly stuck out her tongue, and looked at the stage.

Song Ruyue looked coldly and glared at the two of them fiercely.

At this time, under the cheering and urging of everyone in the audience, the oiran Wuyi on the stage finally began to read the second piece.

"The true state of washing makeup is not to be a flower. There is a leaning branch outside the bamboo, thinking of a beautiful woman. It is cold and the sun is setting. There is no fragrance in the courtyard at dusk, the wind is gentle, and the snow is hanging down, let alone Jiangtou Road."

As soon as everyone heard it, they knew that this was a small poem with the word name "Sudden Mountain Brook".

There is also Xiaque.

Wu Yi paused for a moment, then continued to recite in a sweet voice: "There are sparse shadows by the moon, and I dream of the place where my soul disappears. When the plums are about to turn yellow, they have to be harvested again, and the rain is thin and fine. I will be lonely and fragrant for the rest of my life, and I will be cut off from love and sorrow, and I will lose weight. Dongyang is also

, I wonder if Hua knows?"

"good words!"

As soon as the oiran finished speaking, there was an old man in a Confucian shirt in the audience, clapped his hands and praised: "The pen and ink are clear and euphemistic, and the brushwork is delicate. It not only praises the fragrance and pride of plum blossoms, but also expresses the author's admiration for the noble plum blossoms."

Love...a good word! This word deserves to be number one!"

Everyone else tasted it and praised it.

"Miss Wuyi, who wrote this word?"

someone asked.

Wuyi smiled and said: "This poem was written by Mr. Su Jiang'an."

"Sure enough! As soon as I heard the taste of this little poem, it must be Brother Su!"

A scholar laughed.

Many people looked at the handsome man in the crowd who was wearing a long gown and looking melancholy.

He is none other than Su Jiang'an, a very talented man from Mocheng who often looks melancholy.

It seemed that nothing in this world could make him happy.

I heard that even if you go to a brothel to have fun with a woman, you will still look sad.

"Miss Wu Yi, Brother Su's song "Sudden Mountain Brook" ranks first?"

"If it's this one, we are indeed convinced."

"We are convinced of Brother Su's talent. This little poem is indeed a masterpiece."

Everyone spoke out one after another.

Window seat.

Song Ruyue couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth.

Qin Weimo turned to look at her, with a smile in her eyes, and whispered: "Mother, this poem is indeed a masterpiece, don't you like it?"

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and ignored her.

On the stage, Oiran Wuyi said with a smile: "Everyone, wait a moment, there is the last song, which happens to be a short poem. After the little lady has finished reading, it will not be too late for everyone to come and discuss it again."

"Read! Read quickly!"

Some are impatient and can no longer bear it.

Everyone was surprised, could there be a better song than this one?

Su Jiangan's eyes were also fixed on the stage.

Wuyi spread out the rice paper in her hand and looked down at the pen and ink on the paper. There was a hint of amazement in her eyes. After a pause, Fang Qing said loudly: "Wind and rain bring spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

.”

As soon as Shangque came out, everyone in the audience fell silent.

The momentum rushes towards the face, and the picture emerges spontaneously.

This word is not simple!

Wu Yi paused and continued to read: "Qiao doesn't fight for spring, she only repays spring when it comes... When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes."

As soon as he came out of the lower palace, the whole hall was silent.

Several respected elders in the literary world in the background had already read this poem and were full of praise for it. At this time, when they heard the oiran reciting it, they felt deeply in their hearts. They all recited it silently in their hearts with mixed feelings.

The words are not gorgeous, but they have a passionate momentum.

Just a few words can make people feel excited and heroic, making it difficult to calm down for a long time.

Everyone had their own excitement after listening to it.

"Good words! These are really good words!"

The old scholar who had been praising Su Jiangan's poem just now had a shocked expression on his face, and his voice was trembling with excitement: "Miss Wuyi, tell me quickly, who composed this divination poem? Can it be done?

The person who came up with such shocking words is definitely an extraordinary person!”

Others were also impressed, amazed and full of praise.

Even Su Jiangan, who looked melancholy, couldn't help but hit his palms with a folding fan and praised in a low voice: "Good words, good words..."

Those talented women also looked at each other and talked excitedly in low voices.

“I don’t know who can actually make such good words!”

While everyone was marveling and talking, Song Ruyue snorted in a low voice from the window seat.

Qin Weimo turned to look at her and said with a slight smile: "Mother, my brother-in-law did it, don't you like it too?"

"hehe."

Song Ruyue chuckled and said with a cold face: "It's just a matter of carelessness."

Qin Weimo pursed her lips, then turned to look at the young man next to her, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, mother is praising you. As long as mother says these two words, she will be convinced."

"Hmph! What are you whispering about again?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly.

Qin Weimo held back her laughter and did not dare to say anything more, looking towards the stage.

In the corner of the hall, Tang Jiasong looked lost.

On the stage, Oiran Wuyi smiled and announced the answer: "The author of this divination poem about plum blossoms is named Yue Mo. After discussion with several seniors backstage, in this first competition, this poem should win first place.

I wonder if you all have different opinions?”

"Yue Mo? Who is this person?"

"Miss Wuyi, this poem is the first, so naturally we are convinced. Not to mention the first place in this competition, even if it is the whole competition tonight, I believe that this poem is definitely the first! But, I don't know this

Who is Wei Yuemo? We have never heard of this person’s name?”

"Yes, Miss Wuyi, we don't know yet whether she is a boy or a girl."

"Judging from the name, she should be a woman. Tsk tsk, this woman is not simple. I don't know if she is from Mo City or from somewhere else. This talent is definitely not unknown!"
To be continued...