Opening confession to the beautiful master

"I am waiting!"

Yueyao also nodded heavily, she believed Zhang Yi could do it.

Next, it was almost time for a two-person show between Zhang Yi and the scholar. Both of them guessed the answer to the lantern riddle immediately, and their speeds were evenly matched.

This made Zhang Yi couldn't help but look at the scholar next to him, "This person is a strong rival for the phoenix crown."

The people of Qingshan City had not seen such a fierce competition for many years. They applauded continuously and became very lively.

"These two young masters are equally powerful. No one has been able to solve the seventy-seven forty-nine lantern riddles in the past years, but this year two of them actually appeared."

"Both of them are qualified to compete for the Phoenix Crown. It's unclear who will win in the end."

"It's harmful. I don't know if anyone can take away the phoenix crown this year."

Discussions arose all of a sudden, and people's eyes were focused on Zhang Yi and the scholar.

"Brother, you are so capable. How about you and I go have a drink at Zuixian Tower after this is over?"

The scholar looked at Zhang Yi with deep admiration in his eyes, which was his recognition of Zhang Yi's strength.

Zhang Yi shook his head, then raised Yueyao's hand and said slowly: "No need, I still want to accompany my wife."

Yueyao secretly pinched Zhang Yi's waist with her other hand. It had only been a while since she started calling her "ma'am" again. She really didn't have a long memory at all.

"Brother, have you figured out how to compose poetry?"

A look of disappointment clearly flashed in the scholar's eyes, and then he asked again.

"Just do whatever you want."

Zhang Yi had actually made up his mind for a long time, but he definitely wouldn't reveal it at this time.

As the lantern riddle guessing session came to an end, the man in red robe's voice sounded again, passionate and enthusiastic, "I can't believe, I really can't believe that two people have guessed all the lantern riddles this year!"

"Next, would you like to invite two people to take the stage to see if they can take the phoenix crown away?"

The voice of the man in red robe was like a bell, and the audience burst into applause.

With the number forty-nine on his forehead, the scholar walked onto the stage, showing his style in every move.

Zhang Yi told Yue Yao, "Yao'er, wait for me here for a moment, and I will bring you the phoenix crown."

Zhang Yi jumped onto the stage. The moment he stepped onto the stage, the number forty-nine on his forehead suddenly disappeared.

"Are you two confident that you can win the phoenix crown this time?"

The man in red robe asked loudly to heighten the atmosphere.

Zhang Yi smiled and said nothing, while the scholar coughed lightly and said slowly: "Nine out of ten, sure."

"Okay, then you two will write the poem. Whether you can take the phoenix crown depends entirely on your ability."

The man in red robe prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and stepped aside safely, leaving the rest of the time to the two of them.

The scholar just held the brush in his hand, but his eyes were curious as he looked at Zhang Yi who was writing vigorously.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you are shocked, your mind is like five thunders, and you look at the poems written by Zhang Yi with a dull expression.

"Ten years of life and death are blurred. Without thinking, you will never forget it..."

However, when writing this, Zhang Yi suddenly stopped writing and fell into deep thought.

This made the scholar extremely anxious. He put down the pen in his hand, walked straight to Zhang Yi, and urged anxiously: "Brother, why did you stop writing? Such an eternal poem should not be like this!"

With just one glance, the scholar knew that the poetic attainments of the person in front of him were definitely better than his own, so he had no need to continue. He just wanted to see Zhang Yi finish writing this eternal poem.

Scholars have been arrogant since ancient times, and it is not easy to convince them.

Zhang Yi ignored the scholar, but looked at Yueyao who was under the stage, and continued to wave the pen in his hand, "A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to express desolation!"

After finishing writing in one breath, Zhang Yi put down the pen in his hand, feeling relieved in his heart.

Today, he will be a copycat, shaking the phoenix crown, just for Yueyao!

However, the phoenix crown hanging in the center only shook slightly and did not provoke much reaction.

It was this small reaction that caused the people of Qingshan City to celebrate.

"Feng Guan has reacted. This is the first time in so many years!"

"What kind of eternal saying can make Feng Guan react?"

"It seems that this young master has hope of taking the phoenix crown."

The people of Qingshan City all stood on tiptoes and poked their heads, trying to see what poem was written, which made Feng Guan, who had been unshakable for so many years, react.

"I didn't expect him to have this ability."

A strange look flashed in Yueyao's eyes, but more importantly, she was proud, yes... just proud!

"hiss……"

The scholar who knew the complete poem on the side couldn't help but take a breath, then clapped his hands and recited emotionally: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, lonely tomb, no place to talk about desolation."

"Good! What a lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about the desolation!"

At this moment, he felt the artistic conception, and his mood became sad.

There was silence in the audience for a while, but then there was a burst of applause.

"Sir, are there any other poems you can write? Maybe writing a few more poems will make Feng Guan's response even greater?"

Now the scholar has completely given up fighting for the phoenix crown, and just wants to quietly appreciate Zhang Yi's poetry.

Sometimes, appreciation is also a kind of enjoyment, such as appreciating Zhang Yi's poetry!

Hearing this, Zhang Yi pondered for a moment, picked up the pen holder again, and started flying on the paper.

"The most painful thing is separation. The east-west flowing water finally brings us together. Even though the shallow love is like the wandering clouds, it still reaches my dreams."

"Since you left, the frost shines brightly at night. I miss you like the shadow of the wind, and I never stop coming to take you."

"Half a year has passed since we parted, and I have no news. My heart is full of knots. It is difficult to meet, but easy to part. The flowers in the jade building are like snow. I miss you secretly, but I have nowhere to tell you. I am melancholy in the smoke and moon at night. Thinking of the deep love at this moment, my tears are stained with red sleeves."

Every time Zhang Yi finished writing a poem, the phoenix crown vibrated more violently. When Zhang Yi wrote three poems in a row, suddenly a torrent of heavenly energy rose, and the words he wrote turned into golden literary energy floating in the void, like a dragon dancing, which was very spectacular.

"Dinglingling..."

The phoenix crown also made crisp sounds at this moment, and a blue light bloomed, attracting countless butterflies to fly over, and they actually lifted the phoenix crown and slowly ran towards Zhang Yi.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, the people of Qingshan City knelt down one after another, with pious expressions and chanting.

"Congratulations, young master, congratulations, young master, you are a man of great talent, you have caused the literary spirit of heaven and earth to vibrate, and even made the Phoenix Crown recognize its master!"

The scholar congratulated repeatedly, his voice trembling a little. He knew that he had met a peerless master, and he was so excited.

"Did it work?"

Zhang Yi looked at the Phoenix Crown held up by countless butterflies and came to him. He always felt that this process was too easy? He had only written a few poems.