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Chapter 35 Chapter 35

Gu Mingluan's wonderful eyes are red, and he raised his pen and hung his wrist, "However, even if a poem is so impressive, it dares to be frivolous in front of me."

Since you, Gu Aman, are overthinking your abilities and insist on going against me, then don't blame me for being merciless.

For this poetry meeting, the eldest prince Bo Qian has long compiled countless poetry collections for her, but Gu Mingluan is proud and arrogant, even though he has read it, he still feels that it is not necessary.

But at this moment, the surroundings continued to cheer, and the applause was not the one who surrounded him with applause.

How could someone as proud as Gu Mingluan bear it.

But it's also her pride...

To write or not to write.

"It's done, it's another song!"

"Look!"

"It's been seven feet!"

"Could it be another Bazhang quatrain!"

Gu Mingluan was uneasy, and raised his eyes to take a look.

With just one glance, Su Jin lost his mind in an instant and his pen trembled.

This time it was five inches taller than the first song.

On the opposite side, Gu Aman tilted his head to look at Gu Mingluan, a little bit of ink on his cheek was like a dimple, and he smiled intoxicatingly.

Her smile was still soft, but it seemed to have changed in Gu Mingluan's eyes.

This is provocation.

She, Gu Aman, dared to provoke her!

Gu Mingluan no longer hesitated, and wrote down the poem with breathless concentration. As soon as the poem was completed, she glanced at it hastily, and let someone take it away.

Hairpin lowercase regular script is still beautiful and upright, but the words and sentences of the poems seem to have changed their mood.

"Good poem, really good poem, this time it must be more than eight feet!"

"Lingchuan Jueshu deserves to be Lingchuan Jueshu."

"Lingchuan Jueshu, we support you!"

Hearing the voices around her, Gu Mingluan's impetuous heart came alive like flowers and trees in a jade vase. She calmed down a bit, raised her head slightly, and faced the other half of the ring, "I don't know how my sister thinks this How about poetry."

Gu Aman stood there, looking at Su Jin rising high behind Gu Mingluan. This was not the first time she read Gu Mingluan's poems.

On the contrary, Gu Mingluan published a collection of poems when she was in Lingchuan. Although she was jealous, she secretly bought it, covered her head and hid in the quilt, while gnashing her teeth angrily, while reading carefully.

It's a pity that this book, which took her several months of monthly money to save, was finally dug out, torn in half, and smashed on her face.

The person who tore up the book cried hoarsely, as if every page he turned was nailing her to the pillar of shame.

"How can a mere rotten wood desecrate the bright moon of the nine heavens?"

"How dare a mere Gu Aman read Gu Mingluan's poems."

Even after many years, Gu Aman can clearly say that sentence verbatim.

Standing there, she said the most humble words, but she also seemed to pass through the years of light and shadow, embracing the red-faced and stubborn self biting her lip back then. It's not that she didn't want to refute, but she was afraid that she would cry when she opened her mouth.

Back then, no one stood up and said a word for her.

Today, she wants to say something for herself.

Gu Aman began to grind the ink, and the ink ingot squeezed the inkstone, as if he wanted to grind himself one by one in Lingchuan, who was unwilling to be wronged.

Am I deadwood?
They say I am.

But even if everyone nods.

Neither do I.

The inkstone was deeply stained, and there was so much ink that it seemed to be overflowing.

Gu Ah Man stopped.

She picked two big players.

The tip of the hero is white and full of ink.

Two plain brocades stand on the left and right. Gu Aman holds the pen with both hands, bows left and right, and her pen is like a dragon and snake. Her cursive script is wild and wild, like weeds growing in the poor wind and rain. Stand up to death and live.

It's not that I, Gu Aman, dare not blaspheme the bright moon, but I, Gu Aman, despise the bright moon.

A pair of pens write a pair of poems.

When the two plain brocades were lifted up, the whole hall was silent.

In fact, Gu Aman's arm is not as good as it is, just like at this moment, her fingertips can't help trembling with pain after moving the pen with both hands, but her mood is jumping and cheering.

She didn't even care how the poem would be judged anymore.

She just felt refreshed, as if she had drank a few jars full of wine, wanting the pleasure of a flying horse galloping and singing.

Everyone was staring at Gu Mingluan, they clenched their hands into fists, looking hopeful as if they wished they could stand on the ring for Gu Mingluan.

It's really exciting, such a pure two-handed calligraphy is already a unique skill, not to mention completing two poems at the same time, how will Lingchuan Jueshu face the challenge, can she win?Will you lose?

Gu Mingluan's face is calm and calm, but the palm of her hand holding the pen is already dripping with sweat. When exactly did Gu Aman learn two-handed calligraphy? Did she choose to reveal it premeditatedly?

Why today, and why Gu Aman!
Beads of sweat protruded from the tip of her nose, Gu Mingluan's face was as usual, but his heart was already in turmoil.

She pinched her fingers, trying to read those poetry collections one by one in her mind.

She wants to choose the most stunning song, and crush Gu Aman into the dust!
Have it.

Gu Mingluan was overjoyed and wrote directly.

This is a collection of poems specially found by the First Prince. It is said that this collection of poems is very rare, it can be said to be a unique product in the world.

Gu Aman, let's see how you fight with me this time!
As soon as the poem was completed, Gu Mingluan wrote the pen, her skirt was flowing like snow brilliance and shed lightly on the ground, her long black hair was hanging down and fluttering gently, causing the veil on her face to flutter, she was still the same fairy With a fluttering appearance, it seems that a fairy from the Moon Palace is descending from the mortal world.

Her eyes were full of smiles, and she was pretty sure about the ending.

The final winner can only be my peerless lady in Lingchuan——Gu Mingluan.

Everyone was looking at the Su Jin who was taken away. The ten years of the cold window were sad, and the majestic family and country feelings for the country and the people had already touched the hearts of the students and cheered.

What's more, tears welled up in his eyes, and he introduced Gu Mingluan as his confidant.

"This poem is not up to nine feet, I will go home and sell sweet potatoes!"

"It must be ten feet! Bet on the pride of my generation of scholars!"

"Lingchuan Jueshu will win!"

"Gu Mingluan will win!"

Gu Aman had never seen such a cry by her side. She looked at the Su brocade hanging on the half of the ring on Gu Mingluan's side, and her eyes flashed with surprise.

She looked at Gu Mingluan in disbelief.

But Gu Mingluan, who was under the gauze, showed her a victorious smile.

"you lose."

When Gu Aman uttered these words, Gu Mingluan thought he heard it wrong.

"Are you confused, how could I lose!"

Gu Aman's eyes were complicated, "You are the one who is confused."

What's the meaning.

Some unreasonable panic arose in Gu Mingluan's heart, she looked at the Su brocade that had already been hung, but Su brocade that should have been raised to nine feet was hanging there in a leisurely manner.

"The rope for hanging the poem is broken, why didn't Sujin move?"

"No, this poem has been around for so many years, and I haven't heard of it being broken."

"actually……"

Someone said weakly, "Do you think this poem looks familiar?"

"I also feel a little familiar."

"Ah! It's that one!"

"Yes, yes, I remembered that too!"

(End of this chapter)