Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

"There is a third place difference between me and the second place..." that is to say, "even if there are three more rounds just now, no, six more rounds, no one can catch up with my total score."

"Since my score is sure to enter the finals, why should I rack my brains to think about poetry? But the Convention stipulates that if I don't answer, I'll be eliminated, so..." Mu Yun shrugged, and everyone should understand.

Now that you know you can make it to the finals, why bother that brain cell? It's just between the provisions of the poetry conference and not answering is eliminated, so she made three limericks.

Limericks are easy to write without thinking.

As for the current song "Jiang Xue", of course, it is the result of serious efforts and the use of brain cells. Therefore, it is understandable that it is completely different from the previous three limericks.

Prime Minister Zhang accepted her explanation, and naturally there was no doubt. Without Prime Minister Zhang's interruption, the second question began. Write mountain!

Mu Yunyi still didn't write, but looked at Mu Yuxi. Unexpectedly, Mu Yuxi wasn't angered by her. She didn't even mention it, and she didn't know what Mu Yuxi was thinking.

When she looked at the table, the brush words on the white paper easily appeared in front of her. There was no one in the empty mountain, but she smelled... Oh, it was Wang Wei's.

Although Mu Yunyu said she couldn't do poetry, she was forced to recite the five thousand year old Chinese poetry collection. She also knew the history books and unofficial history like the back of her hand. If not, how could she become a descendant of Tianshi sect?

Mu Yunlu took back her eyes and didn't look at the two contestants next to her. Whether they existed or not had nothing to do with her. She directly opened her mouth and read, "there is no one in the empty mountain, but I hear the sound of human language. Return to the deep forest and take a second picture on the moss."

After reading the poems, Qin Taifu and others over there didn't excitedly praise good poems. It's really that Muyun's time is too short. If she didn't sit, it would really be a poem step by step in the legend. Three steps have become a poem!

Besides, it's still so wonderful!

The six judges nodded. After tasting them carefully, they looked at each other. Two people gently shook their heads. This is not to say that the poem is bad, but that all six people expressed the same meaning in their eyes. Have you heard the poem.

Or, who has ever written this poem?

Have you heard of similar poems?

After all, where is the foundation of Muyun's straw bag? It really makes people have to question it.

However, the six judges just thought and thought. They thought all the poems they could think of. They had to admit that they had never heard of this poem, or who had written it. They had never heard of it.

Here, several people have to believe that this poem is really made by Mu Yunyu.

And Mu Yuxi, the brush in his hand stopped on the paper, and the brush words on the paper had just finished writing these two poems: "there is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of human language.". Before the third inning could be written, Mu Yun read the poem.

There is no need to write the following.

"This... How!" Mu Yuxi didn't say anything, but the Guozijian students standing behind her were really surprised!