Chapter 51 Seven Hundred 82
Before the hourglass leaked half way, Li Qingmeng was the first to hand it in. There was no other way. Others wrote it on the spot, but I was cheating. How could it be compared.
Her action made a gambler at the table next to her stand up straight, his sleeves turned over the inkstone, the ink flowed all over the table, and the half-written paper was also stained badly.
Annoyed, he picked up a ball of white paper and wiped the ink on the table in vain. A servant had already stepped forward to clean it up, led him to a clean table, and re-sharpened the ink for him.
It's a pity that time is tight, and others don't know whether his mood is affected.
The movement here also caused other gamblers to turn their heads to look over.
Li Qingmeng handed in the papers so long in advance, and felt oppressed by the many gamblers in this game. There were only one or two who were still calm, and put more effort into their words and sentences, intending to win by quality.
When the time was up, Li Qingmeng retreated to the stage to drink tea and wait for the results of the selection.
Soon, the doctor took a few poems and stood on the high platform to announce: "First place, No. 82; second place"
The first place was Li Qingmeng, she breathed a sigh of relief, although she was sure of winning, but after all she had bet all her capital, she was still afraid of unexpected situations.
The doctor began to read the poems of the winners: "This is the first poem—it's not worth visiting the garden, I should pity the moss on the teeth of the clogs, the door of the small buckle will not open for a long time, the spring is full of the garden and I can't close it, a branch of red apricot Get out of the wall."
All the people in the audience listened attentively, and someone heard this and couldn't help applauding: "Good! What a 'spring is full of the garden, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall'! This 'can't be closed' and 'coming out' Come on the wall', well used!"
These cultivators of literature and Taoism were thinking obsessively about the artistic conception and philosophy in the poem for a while, and an old man exclaimed in surprise: "The barrier that I haven't advanced for many years feels loose. This first place is well-deserved!"
Another middle-aged gambler also patted the little girl in front of him with hidden excitement: "I also realized something, today is not in vain, so what if I lose all the Dao stones on my body!"
Bo Guan is also a person who cultivates literature and Taoism, and his voice is also slightly unsteady: "The first place and the second poem - Spring River Evening Scene, Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet, Artemisia argyi is full of short reed buds on the ground , it is the time when the puffer fish is about to come."
Everyone savored it carefully again. Some said that this song was not as philosophical as the previous one, and some liked the line "The Prophet of Plumbing Duck in Spring River" very much.
Li Qingmeng didn't come here to cause a stir, she only wanted to make money.
After sending Liu Tiao to the stage to get the sign back, there were two small orange wooden signs and four red wooden signs on the plate, representing two hundred and forty yuan low-grade Taoist stones.
She didn't seem to see the fiery gazes cast by other people, and turned a deaf ear to the overtures of a few literary cultivators who wanted to come over to make friends, and only hoped that the blogger would start the next game quickly.
The opening bell finally rang, and Li Qingmeng asked Liu Tiaojiang to put the brand "Stud" on his plate again.
This time, the title is "Lotus".
Li Qingmeng didn't want to attract too much attention, so she didn't write two more poems, but only wrote the famous poem "Xiaohe just showed her sharp horns, and a dragonfly stood on her head", and then submitted it as quickly as possible.
When the results were announced, it turned out that the first place was No. 82 again, and Liutiao brought back seven orange tokens and two red tokens.
All the gamblers in the audience, not only did not quit the game because they had no hope of getting the first place, but almost all of them joined the game.
I’m testing the waters today, I hope I don’t kneel down, I knelt down in the first round of pk, it will affect my enthusiasm for coding.I wish me more follow-ups, more collections, and I wish all the readers all the best.
(End of this chapter)
Before the hourglass leaked half way, Li Qingmeng was the first to hand it in. There was no other way. Others wrote it on the spot, but I was cheating. How could it be compared.
Her action made a gambler at the table next to her stand up straight, his sleeves turned over the inkstone, the ink flowed all over the table, and the half-written paper was also stained badly.
Annoyed, he picked up a ball of white paper and wiped the ink on the table in vain. A servant had already stepped forward to clean it up, led him to a clean table, and re-sharpened the ink for him.
It's a pity that time is tight, and others don't know whether his mood is affected.
The movement here also caused other gamblers to turn their heads to look over.
Li Qingmeng handed in the papers so long in advance, and felt oppressed by the many gamblers in this game. There were only one or two who were still calm, and put more effort into their words and sentences, intending to win by quality.
When the time was up, Li Qingmeng retreated to the stage to drink tea and wait for the results of the selection.
Soon, the doctor took a few poems and stood on the high platform to announce: "First place, No. 82; second place"
The first place was Li Qingmeng, she breathed a sigh of relief, although she was sure of winning, but after all she had bet all her capital, she was still afraid of unexpected situations.
The doctor began to read the poems of the winners: "This is the first poem—it's not worth visiting the garden, I should pity the moss on the teeth of the clogs, the door of the small buckle will not open for a long time, the spring is full of the garden and I can't close it, a branch of red apricot Get out of the wall."
All the people in the audience listened attentively, and someone heard this and couldn't help applauding: "Good! What a 'spring is full of the garden, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall'! This 'can't be closed' and 'coming out' Come on the wall', well used!"
These cultivators of literature and Taoism were thinking obsessively about the artistic conception and philosophy in the poem for a while, and an old man exclaimed in surprise: "The barrier that I haven't advanced for many years feels loose. This first place is well-deserved!"
Another middle-aged gambler also patted the little girl in front of him with hidden excitement: "I also realized something, today is not in vain, so what if I lose all the Dao stones on my body!"
Bo Guan is also a person who cultivates literature and Taoism, and his voice is also slightly unsteady: "The first place and the second poem - Spring River Evening Scene, Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet, Artemisia argyi is full of short reed buds on the ground , it is the time when the puffer fish is about to come."
Everyone savored it carefully again. Some said that this song was not as philosophical as the previous one, and some liked the line "The Prophet of Plumbing Duck in Spring River" very much.
Li Qingmeng didn't come here to cause a stir, she only wanted to make money.
After sending Liu Tiao to the stage to get the sign back, there were two small orange wooden signs and four red wooden signs on the plate, representing two hundred and forty yuan low-grade Taoist stones.
She didn't seem to see the fiery gazes cast by other people, and turned a deaf ear to the overtures of a few literary cultivators who wanted to come over to make friends, and only hoped that the blogger would start the next game quickly.
The opening bell finally rang, and Li Qingmeng asked Liu Tiaojiang to put the brand "Stud" on his plate again.
This time, the title is "Lotus".
Li Qingmeng didn't want to attract too much attention, so she didn't write two more poems, but only wrote the famous poem "Xiaohe just showed her sharp horns, and a dragonfly stood on her head", and then submitted it as quickly as possible.
When the results were announced, it turned out that the first place was No. 82 again, and Liutiao brought back seven orange tokens and two red tokens.
All the gamblers in the audience, not only did not quit the game because they had no hope of getting the first place, but almost all of them joined the game.
I’m testing the waters today, I hope I don’t kneel down, I knelt down in the first round of pk, it will affect my enthusiasm for coding.I wish me more follow-ups, more collections, and I wish all the readers all the best.
(End of this chapter)
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