My Wife from the Game

Others don't know Wang Chao, but the judges on the high platform don't know him.

As early as outside, through those couplets, the judges already knew that Wang Chao's literary talent was extraordinary, and he was absolutely incomparable to other people.

Therefore, upon seeing Wang Chao coming up, the judges were rather interested in mentioning it.

On the third floor, the little girl who was lying on the gap in the window at the moment saw Wang Chao walking slowly to the high platform below, her face froze for a moment, "Sister, come and see, the little servant who was outside is now ready to make Poetry."

The woman in palace dress, who was still lacking in interest, was also somewhat interested when she heard this, and walked to the window with a smile on her face again, "I'll take a look."

At the same time, facing the almost mocking gaze around him, Wang Chao squinted his head slightly.

To be honest, Wang Chao really doesn't know much about such elegant things as poetry.

But Wang Chao himself came from here. After all, he used to major in Chinese. Although Wang Chao can't write poetry, he can copy!

How can it be difficult to get Wang Chao in this pediatrics department?

After thinking about it, at this moment, Wang Chao below is already raising his pen, and the pen is walking between dragons and snakes, and the lines of upright fonts are already on the white paper.

Chapter [-] Li Shishi's favorability, the district's announcement

When the verses gradually appeared on the paper, the judges who were just curious about the verses written by Wang Chao stepped forward.

And after taking a look, he has already unconsciously recited the verse slowly aloud.

"Drinking alone under the moon"

The judge's not-so-loud voice gradually reverberated in Miaoxianfang, but it was this not-so-loud voice that quickly spread to the ears of the surrounding people.

Many people who disdain Wang Chao, the ragged servant, originally listened to Wang Chao's poems with the eyes of a clown.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

Soon, the first verse came out through the mouth of the judges.

But when the first sentence came out of the judges' mouths, the eyes of those who originally looked at Wang Chao with the mood of watching a joke suddenly shrank.

"Hey, this first sentence, it feels pretty good! It's not like the previous ones."

"Yes, although the words in this first sentence are simple, there are strong emotions in it. This kid is a bit predictable!"

Just hearing the first sentence, some people on the second floor who know the goods have put away their disdain and turned to listen seriously.

"Raise a glass and invite Mingyue to form three people against each other."

When the second sentence came out, the eyes of the judges watching lit up.

"Wonderful!."

Raising the glass to invite Mingyue to drink together, Mingyue, me and my shadow are exactly three people.It is said that the figure under the moon, the figure in the wine and I are three.

This one toasting and facing each other into three people completely portrayed that scene in its entirety.

It's a double entendre.

And when the second and third sentences came out, everyone in Miaoxianfang was shocked.

"My Cao, how is it possible? Such a beautiful sentence came from this little servant?"

"That's right! The words in the first few sentences are excellent. How could such a literary talent be possessed by this little servant? I must have had hallucinations after drinking too much."

"Yue doesn't know how to drink, so the shadow apprentice follows me."

After all, they are students of various colleges in Bianjing City. Even if their talents are limited, they have never eaten pig ròu. Haven't they seen a pig run?

Basic appreciation is naturally there.

The first few lines of this poem are already outlined by flowers, wine, people, and moon shadows with just a few numbers.

The purpose of the poem expresses loneliness, but raises a glass to invite the moon, and imagines the moon, the shadow, and the person;

Although the words are not gorgeous, they can fully bring out the faint loneliness and sadness combined with the wine, the bright moon and the lonely shadow.

Just these few sentences, even the highly respected literati bachelors in their various colleges may not be able to do it.

Such a poem now comes from an ordinary servant who seems to be hungry. How can it not surprise them?

"This poem is really written by him? How is it possible? He is just a servant, how can he have such literary talent?"

For a time, this deep doubt appeared in the hearts of the people present.

It would be normal to say that such a beautiful and fascinating poem was written by a literati.

But looking at Wang Chao, his face is similar to them, he looks like he is [-] years old, and he is obviously the kind of person from a poor family. How could there be such a talented person?

But no matter what, the people in Miaoxianfang looked at Wang Chaochao who was writing on the high platform below, and the timidity in their eyes had completely dissipated.

On the contrary, there was a little anticipation in their hearts. The poems Wang Chao wrote at the moment were obviously only half, but the first half was already like this, so they naturally wanted to see what the second half was about.

After calming down for a while, the remaining few sentences were also spread throughout the entire Miaoxianfang through the judges' mouths.

Even the beautiful woman in the palace dress upstairs couldn't help but push open the window that was just hidden so that she could hear more clearly.

"Temporarily accompany the moon and the shadows, and the music must be in the spring."

"My song and the moon are wandering, and my dancing shadow is messy."

"Have sex when you wake up, and disperse when you're drunk."