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Chapter 493 Trilogy

"Editor Yu is really doing something great today. Another beautifully crafted farewell poem. Is he going to win two games in a row?"

"Absolutely. With such good words, ordinary poems may be difficult to match."

"The whole sentence has clear colors and rich imagery, which highlights the misery of lovesickness and a slight hint of bitterness. It is really exquisite."

"The artistic conception is cool and secluded, quite fairy-like."

"Flowers float and water flows. This sentence is really a wonderful expression of flowers. It is not only a natural phenomenon, but also a human symbol of joys and sorrows. It uses scenes to describe emotions."

"In this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, Editor Yu will steal the show."

"It is indeed well written. These two poems are selected as the best works so far."

Literary people's reaction to this poem.

Although it's not as intense as when I listened to "Will Enter the Wine".

But the approving voices and admiring eyes are not missing at all.

talking and talking.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding.

Everyone cooperated in a roar.

This sensational scene.

Dad Yu was instantly in high spirits.

The whole thing is like a sauna.

Not only did his face gradually turn rosy.

Even the pores all over his body are opened.

That is called comfort.

That's called exciting.

That's a contentment.

I have been participating in this poetry meeting sporadically for about seven or eight times.

But they are often in it as spectators.

There is no real sense of participation at all.

It’s more about watching other gods fight.

But today is different.

The child's two poems directly brought him to unprecedented heights.

Dad Yu is not a vain person.

But can doing something for children be called vanity?

Obviously not.

In this regard.

The two old friends Cen Renguo and Chen Detong were speechless and envious.

invisible.

The two of them had already made up their minds.

From now on, your own children will fall in love with each other.

Don't expect the other half to be as good as Xiao Hao.

But it also has to be half as strong as the opponent.

Or talented.

Either have the ability to earn money to support the family.

others.

Never consider it!

not far away.

Zhang Qi's complexion, which he finally recovered, completely collapsed again.

Once again, he was stunned and burned out.

He originally wanted to use his work to slap this guy in the face with his father.

Get your face back on the field.

But things backfired.

The level of the opponent's father is really amazing.

This is a love-sick little poem filled with a sense of coldness.

Just listen once.

Zhang Qi knew that he was not someone he could look upon.

He was overpowered even before he even got on the field.

It made him feel extremely depressed now.

But Zhang Qi is not afraid either.

I saw the look in the teacher's eyes as he handed it over.

He walked straight forward.

Maple Leaf Thousand Branches and Thousand Branches

Jiang Qiao conceals Mu Fan Chi

Reminiscence of the king is like Xijiang River

Day and night flow all the time

soon.

Zhang Qi read out his poem.

I don't know if it's a guilty conscience.

The sound is not as loud as before.

Everyone listened and savored it a little.

The writing is good.

But it is completely inferior to the two songs by Zhou Peiwen and Editor Yu.

It is even indistinguishable from some other poems.

from their perspective.

There is no suspense.

Editor Yu's odds of winning are extremely high.

Let’s not say 100%.

He must be in his seventies or eighties.

However, at this moment, Yuan Dajun suddenly said: "As for the works in this section, the lyrics written by Editor Yu and Miss Zhou should be the best. But I personally prefer more poems, so I don't think this one by Zhang Qi is the best." Oh no, it’s really embarrassing how to choose.”

Ok?
Very embarrassed?

Everyone was taken aback.

What's so embarrassing about this.

It doesn't matter if it's Zhou Peiwen.

The problem is that Editor Yu is ahead, not by a little bit.

What is Teacher Yuan talking about?

Everyone suddenly looked confused.

However, some smart people among them soon figured out the key point.

Mr. Yuan
This is a biased approach.

Zhang Qi is his disciple.

I definitely want the other side to win this game.

But I didn’t expect Editor Yu and Zhou Peiwen to write it so well.

Due to the large gap in the quality of the works of the two parties.

He couldn't choose Zhang Qi hard.

So I just found a reason to like poetry to prevaricate.

But the problem is too obvious.

Not to mention that the literati can’t stand it.

Even the judges Zhang Xinlin, Wang Xuehai and Zhao Qinglong frowned.

When you asked questions, you said you should use your free will.

Now they have written it.

He also said that he likes poetry.

Zhang Qi was forcefully dragged in.

There is no such thing.

Several people felt that Yuan Dajun was a little excessive.

But in the final analysis, who wins this competition is decided by the individual judges who set the questions.

The subjective factor is indeed relatively large.

It's not easy for them to say anything.

After all, if Yuan Dajun is determined to give the lottery to Zhang Qi.

No one can stop it.

It's nothing more than a face issue.

"Haha, Teacher Yuan, don't be embarrassed, it really doesn't work, let these three people play another round!" Suddenly a mysterious person shouted in cooperation.

"That's not good?"

heard.

Yuan Dajun pretended to be in a difficult position: "How about I just choose one."

"What's wrong, we all want to watch it again."

The man continued to shout loudly: "Do you think so?"

"Yes."

"Add one more round."

"It's better to do it again."

"True gold is not afraid of fire."

"agree."

"bring it on."

Some insiders felt unworthy of Editor Yu.

I feel that Yuan Dajun went too far this time.

But those who don't know only know how to follow the booing and rhythm.

It doesn't matter who suffers or not.

He immediately agreed.

Lin Hao watched with emotion.

Shameless is not scary.

The scary thing is that shameless people are literate.

It's very difficult to deal with.

This is where he is.

Be any other person.

I'm afraid that even the duck that reaches the mouth will be picked out by the other party.

The means are too despicable.

"Editor Yu, what do you think Miss Zhou thinks?" At this moment, Yuan Dajun borrowed the donkey from the slope and asked the two of them.

"I am no match for Editor Yu."

Zhou Peiwen shook her head and said: "If Teacher Yuan is interested, let the two of them compete."

Argument.

She lost herself.

Even if an opportunity suddenly appears.But she doesn't want it.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on.

Don't join in the fun.

Father Yu was very angry.

I originally wanted to refuse it.

Let the old guy make his own choice.

But Xiao Hao nodded towards her.

Finally he swallowed his nerve and agreed.

"Then just listen to everyone."

"Okay, that's still a quarter of an hour. The topic remains the same. This editor Yu and Zhang Qi will have another round of competition." Yuan Dajun said cheerfully.

It's just that his voice just fell.

Before Zhang Qi next to him could be happy.

Lin Hao walked over in a daze again.

"What a coincidence, Teacher Yuan, my dad actually wrote more than one piece just now. Since it's an extra competition, I'll read them all," he said.

boom!
As soon as the words came out.

The place exploded instantly.

Just that quarter of an hour.

Wrote more than one song?
Oh My God.

so strong?

Everyone looked at Dad Yu again.

There was a little admiration in his eyes.

However, Yuan Dajun and Zhang Qi's master and apprentice had not yet completely relaxed their expressions.

After hearing this sentence.

It solidified instantly.

"Ah, okay. Just read it." Yuan Dajun said with a stunned expression.

Lin Hao didn't hesitate.

Recite it immediately.

Light a lamp at the bottom of the well and hold a candle deep in the well

Gong Lang Chang Xing Mo Go

Linglong Dice Ann Red Bean

I don't know
There is no advance brewing.

He is not as expressive as Zhang Qi.

Lin Hao just read it in a neither salty nor bland tone.

But there was no need for him to add any icing on the cake with his voice.

After hearing the verse.

Everyone felt the splendor and splendor of it.

Wait for them to taste it carefully.

This feeling is even stronger.

Eyes widened.

Mouth slightly open.

It's basic courtesy.

more than this.

The pupils shrank continuously.

transfixed.

Yuan Dajun's Adam's apple moved.

Zhang Qi's body swayed slightly.

Use dice as a metaphor for lovesickness.

What the hell kind of fairy verse is this?

"This poem is called "Xintiansheng Willow Branch Ci", which is Teacher Yuan's preferred poetry style. Oh, by the way, there is also a poem called "Rain Beats Pear Blossoms"."

Lin Hao paused and said, "Let's take it out together and let everyone taste it."

hiss~
and also?

Everyone was terrified.

I just feel horrible and abnormal.

Unparalleled words and excellent poetry.

It's not the end yet.

Is it possible that Editor Yu is the reincarnation of the Immortal Poetry today?

Yu Da Lihua closed the door

Forget youth, miss youth

Who cares about enjoying the pleasures?

Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon

Worry gathers on the eyebrows and makes the sun frown

Thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks

Dawn looks at the sky at dusk, looks at the clouds

I miss you when I walk, I miss you when I sit down
Lin Hao ignored their expressions.

Continue with your performance.

When this poem is finished.

Everyone at the scene felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

Especially the last sentence of "I miss you when I walk, I miss you when I sit".

My head was buzzing.

Yuan Dajun suddenly felt that the chair was a little hot on his buttocks.

Moved.

But it's still not very comfortable.

Very distressing.

Not to mention Zhang Qi.

Three souls remain.

Lost seven souls.

After subconsciously taking two steps back.

He looked at Lin Hao.

He looked at Dad Yu again.

I just feel that I have provoked two devils at the same time.

How come things have gone so well and developed to this point?
"My dad composed this on the spot. In fact, he also wrote a lot of poems about 'lovesickness' at home before."

After taking out the two poems, Lin Hao was still a little unsatisfied and said, "I just don't know if Teacher Yuan still wants to listen to it?"

"what?"

Yuan Dajun was in a dilemma at this time.

listen?
The better the other party writes.

His face was slapped harder and harder.

Do not listen?

Where are the people below willing to do it?

"Listen."

"One more song."

"must."

"Teacher Yuan, please agree quickly."

"There's nothing to hesitate about."

"Must listen!"

The crowd booed.

Yuan Dajun had no choice but to nod his head with difficulty and said: "Then you should read another song."

as a teacher.

He has done everything he can.

But face this scene.

It's really hard to do anything.

Now he wanted to throw the inkstone directly to the other party.

At this moment, I don't want to suffer this inhuman mental torture again.

than what?
Compare with what?

Take out this random song.

Zhang Qi doesn't even have half a chance of winning.

He just wanted to bring the two back to the same starting line and let his disciple give it a try.

But right now.

There is really no need for this.

"Okay, this poem is called "Lovesickness". I hope Teacher Yuan will like it."

Lin Hao smiled.

The trio will be completed immediately.

Red bean raw southern country

Spring comes and sends a few branches

I hope you can pick more

This thing loves me the most

Thunder is coming.

No one can escape intact.

The scholar's face was already numb with shock.

All the judges followed suit and stood up.

Dad Yu had the urge to sing a song.

Yu Lanxin looked at her man with eyes full of admiration.

Lin Hao glanced at Zhang Qi.

When the opponent stepped back, he staggered and almost fell.

Fortunately, I reached out and held onto the table to stand firm.

The game isn't over yet.

But it has ended.

Whoa!
A moment of silence.

applause.

The strength has never been greater.

The sound seemed to lift off the roof of this Liangxuan.

The poem was read by Lin Hao.

But at this moment.

Father Yu's reputation has never been higher.

(End of this chapter)