Liu Zheng pouted, look at your potential!

"First round, begin!"

The counselor said.

The prefect Chen Ping said with a smile: "There is a lot of snow in Liangzhou, so we will use 'snow' as the title. Let's get started!"

There was a smile on someone's face at the scene. To these poetry lovers, topics such as romance and romance are as simple as those of Han Meimei and Li Lei who are learning English. Who doesn't treasure a few of their best works on weekdays?

An old man with white hair stood up and shook his head:

"I was surprised to see the coldness of my quilt and the bright light from the window again.

Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo."

"good!"

The whole crowd shouted.

Liu Zheng also nodded, it is indeed a good poem.

This old man should be here to seek a future.

Bai Chufeng smiled faintly and walked out slowly:

"Being outside the sword and joining the army is far away, and I have no home and no clothes to wear.

After leaving the pass, there are three feet of snow, and I return to my dream of the old mandarin duck."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then cheered loudly. This poem was even better than the one just now. Liangzhou fought many battles with barbarians, and wrote about the feelings of defending the country of the frontier soldiers.

In particular, the prefect Chen Ping nodded frequently and seemed to have a high opinion of the poem.

This most talented man in Liangzhou is really unusual.

Seeing Bai Chufeng showing off his power, Xie Kangcheng snorted slightly, with a look of preparation on his face, and then shook his head:

"When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow. The snow is bright, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.

The eaves are not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not relaxing."

Many people applauded this poem. A lonely and cold temperament rushed towards him. It even made Chen Ruoshi take another look at Xie Kangcheng.

"My son, want to give it a try? Just wait a moment. As a father, I know a few old scholars from the private school here. When I go over and buy a few songs, you can choose. If you take the first hundred, you will have time, you will have time..."

Liu Dahao saw his son eager to give it a try and thought about what he could do and try his best to stop the loss. He stood up as he spoke.

Liu Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard this, and grabbed his cheap daddy.

At this time, the talented people were all scrambling to read out their own works. The three counselors above, Chen Ping and Chen Ruoshi were all doing their own evaluations.

Some people get what they want, and some people regret not being chosen.

Seeing that he was about to complete a hundred songs, Liu Zheng stood up and coughed loudly.

However, no one noticed him...

Seeing that the group of people were still fighting for it, he threw the wine glass in his hand angrily, showing off his dandy style, and everyone looked at him. When some people saw it was Liu Zheng, they all looked angry.

Especially Chen Ruoshi, who had always been indifferent, was so angry that she stood up and pointed angrily at Liu Zheng with her slender jade finger: "You are a slut..."

"Evil thief, do you still dare to come?"

"Someone, get it for me!"

Liu Zheng took a deep breath and opened his mouth to read.

"One abstraction on the river."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Does this dude want to write poetry?

"But what is this?"

"Can a disciple also compose poetry?"

There were few people present who didn't know Liu Zheng, a prodigal son, so they all made rude remarks and shook their heads in ridicule. Even a few old men from the private school even jumped at Liu Zheng and yelled at Liu Zheng for being degrading and polite. It seems that what happened yesterday should not be left to these scholars.

A fading impression...

When Chen Ping saw Liu Zheng, he also had a gloomy look on his face.

"The black hole in the well."

Liu Zheng continued to read.

This almost vernacular verse made many people laugh. Can such a limerick be considered elegant?

"The yellow dog is white on the body."

"White dog's body is swollen."

The whole audience.

There was a sudden silence.
Chapter completed!