The mistress of the god doctor kicked the vinegar vat again

Chapter 438

"The following is the fighting poem. Today is the Flower Rain Festival, so it is natural to use flowers as the theme. The only requirement is that no flowery characters appear in the poem."

Ji Yunliang asked the maid to replace the rice paper on the thirty shelves, and then asked everyone to go up and write poems.

"The time for half a stick of incense starts now."

The maid lit the incense, and the time for one stick of incense was about two quarters of an hour, that is, about three to ten minutes now.For half a stick of incense, it takes 10 minutes.

15 minutes to write a poem, that's no time for people to react at all.

However, everyone had already thought of the title of the poetry meeting, but they didn't expect that there could be no Chinese characters, so many people had to ask someone to write it, but now they can only rewrite it.

Seeing that there was time, Yun Jinli began to think about which poem to write.

She had a photographic memory in modern times, and she had already memorized works such as "Tang Poetry", "Song Ci", "Book of Songs" and so on.

She recalled the poems describing flowers from her mind, and finally decided on the poems to write.

When she picked up the pen, Hua Liuyan had finished writing the poem.

There was only about 1 minute left, and the incense was about to burn out, but Yun Jinli had just started writing.

"Hmph, now it's revealed, right?"

Hua Liuyan said silently in her heart, she didn't want to be a mean image in the eyes of everyone.

"Mr. Mo, please read my poem. I wrote about peony flowers."

She said proudly that she believed that no one else could write such a good poem in such a short period of time except her.

Before she came to the poetry meeting, she paid a lot of money to invite many talents, guessed the topic of the poetry meeting in advance, and then wrote poems for her to choose.

The topic of writing flowery poems without flowery characters is just under guesswork, so she is very proud at the moment.

"Jade towers light green snow, red dew fragrance dyes clothes.

The moon is drunk in the spring, and the garden is full of fragrance. "

Mo Lao read this poem once, describing the beauty of peonies, the poem is quite gorgeous.

"not bad."

He nodded and gave an evaluation.

He went on to read other poems, and some poems made him speechless, and he couldn't read it at all.

After going around in circles, he came to the front of the poem written by Mu Jiuhuang.

"Orchids grow in empty valleys, and the moon is fragrant.

Take the shadow of Qingxi alone, and invite you to sleep. "

Elder Mo paused in front of this verse for a while, with approval in his eyes.

"Very good! Prime Minister Mu has a good daughter!"

"Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your compliment."

Mu Jiuhuang smiled and replied politely.

"time's up."

Ji Yunliang said, those who haven't finished writing can only shake their heads helplessly.

He saw that Yun Jinli had just finished writing, and the timing was too precise.

After reading her poems, Mr. Mo walked up to Jun Qing'er to read the poems she wrote.

"The clear water of duckweed, the fish playing in the middle of the water.

The lake is full of hanzi, and Luo Qun is wading through the water. "

Looking at this playful and lovely verse, Mo Lao showed a smile on his face.

He circled around, read everyone's poems, and finally came to Yun Jinli's place.

He originally wanted to read her poems first, but unfortunately she was in a daze and didn't finish the work until the last moment, so he read other people's poems first.

There are so many works, but none of them surprised him.

When he saw Yun Jinli's poem here, he thought the first sentence was normal at first glance.However, when he saw the second sentence, he showed surprise, and his eyes shone with excitement.

"Wonderful! Very wonderful!"

Hearing Mo Lao's excited words, everyone gathered around, wanting to see what kind of poem Yun Jinli wrote.

Even Bei Chenjue couldn't help coming over to join in the fun, watching Yun Jinli's poems with his little Diandian in his arms.

(End of this chapter)