Super Sneering System

"If you want to compare the Xihu Lake with Xi Zi, it's always appropriate to apply light makeup and thick makeup."

In some people's hearts, they repeated and pondered over this sentence.

Some people looked over to Ying Xiya who was standing in front of Wang Xiaojian.

Seeing Ying Xiya's exquisite and beautiful face, they were first stunned, and then revealed an expression of disbelief.

No one had thought that Wang Xiaojian's last sentence would be these two.

This...

This was too unbelievable!

"If I understand it correctly, this poem means, 'If we compare the beautiful Western Lake of Tianyang to a beautiful Lady Ya, then no matter if it's with light or heavy makeup, she would always display her natural beauty and charm."

Yes." That was what he meant. To write a man with a scenery, to portray a man with a scenery. Then, he wrote the Lady Ya that lived in the Western Lake of Tianyang into a poem. "How wonderful!

"Water Glistening Glistening Fang, Mountain color sky rain also strange, want to West Lake than Xi Zi, light makeup thick always appropriate. This poem is too beautiful. "

"I have never seen such a beautiful poem!"

"This poem can rule the country! This is a poem that can control the country!"

"No, not only can it be used for the country's poetry, it can also be passed down through the ages. This is an ancient saying!"

Sound after sound rang out, all of them praising the poem.

Almost everyone felt that, in comparison to trying to make the Western Lake a place for the future, Hu Rui's method of "Children return early, let the kite fly with the wind" was a little lower.

How could they compare?

They were on completely different levels!

Lady Ya looked at Wang Xiaojian, her full chest rising and falling.

She seemed to be moved by Wang Xiaojian's poems.

She never expected Wang Xiaojian to be so powerful. To be able to write such a poem.

Especially the last two sentences, which caused her heart to beat wildly, as if she was a young girl that had just opened her heart. Ripples were contained within her beautiful eyes.

"Young Master Lee, this poem is amazing. Was Xi Zi only referring to me? Is this a poem that the young master wrote for me? "

Wang Xiaojian smiled slightly upon hearing this.

This poem, from three hundred Tang poems, was written by Su Shi Su Dongpo, a poet of the Song Dynasty in his world history.

Wang Xiaojian took it and changed the Xi Zi in the poem to Xi Zi.

The melody in the poem did not change, nor did the mood change.

As for Lady Ya, because her name was Ying Xiya, it just so happened to coincide with her poem.

That was why it was so effective.

This wasn't done specially for Ying Xiya, but it couldn't stop the slut from taking the chance to act cool.

Under the gaze of everyone, he smiled slightly, and said: "That's right, Lady Ya. This poem is called < Encounter of Xiya on the Drinking Lake >, and it was written for you.

"We met Xiya on the Drinking Lake."

Lady Ya's delicate body trembled when she heard that, and her eyes flashed with moving ripples.

He actually used her name to order this poem.

Ying Xiya's face was completely red, as if she had been seduced by some aphrodisiac.

As a talented girl, she was very sensitive to poetry.

To her, every single ancient and supreme verse had the same effect of bewitching medicine.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed red, and her body was trembling lightly. Even her legs were a little weak, and she was unable to stand properly.

Her red lips moved slightly, and with a trembling voice, she said, "Thank you Young Master Lee for the poem. I like it very much. I will write it down and place it inside my Xieya Building so that the geniuses who come to the Xieya Building Poetry Meet can appreciate it. Let everyone witness the elegance of the Young Master Lee. "

Wang Xiaojian smiled slightly and said: "It is entirely up to Lady Ya."

"En!"

Lady Ya's beautiful face turned slightly red.

She nodded her head, then turned to the people who were still immersed in the concept of poetry, and said: "Everyone, the Young Master Lee's poem has been published, please judge it now. In the end, Prince Rui's poem is better, or is it the Young Master Lee's poem? "

When the Lady Ya's voice fell, everyone in the hall became embarrassed.

Because before this, they had all decided that no matter what poem Lee Bai wrote, Prince Rui would always be judged as the winner.

However, this poem of Wang Xiaojian's was now on a much higher level than him.

If they were to evaluate Prince Rui's victory as well, it wouldn't make sense!

It would be too fake if he just blindly commented on it without any reasonable explanation. Because others wouldn't believe it either.

"This... Lady Ya herself felt that these two poems were evenly matched. It should be a draw. "

Suddenly, a voice rang out, shocking the Lady Ya.

Hu Rui, whose face was somewhat ugly, was slightly taken aback. He did not expect that someone would actually say that it was a draw?

Everyone turned to look and saw a middle-aged man with elegant demeanor continue, "That's right. Prince Rui's poems described the spring colors of the countryside. As a prince, he portrayed the spring colors of the countryside as if they were alive. It could be seen how much Prince Rui loved his people. "Just this point alone is enough to earn me extra points."

"Lee Bai's poems are gorgeous. But this was the Western Lake of Tianyang, the contribution of the Lady Ya. If not for Tianyang and the West Lake, and if not for Lady Ya's beauty, he would probably not have been able to write such a poem. "

"But its mood, and the way it was written, were brilliant. So, in terms of fairness. These two poems should be a draw. "

"Right, it should be a draw."

"I also think it's a draw. "Mr. Bao is right."

"…"

Some people started writing, while others wanted to comment on Hu Rui's well written words, but couldn't find the right words to do so.

As Chu Xiao stood at Wang Xiaojian's side, he felt that it was absurd.

In comparison, although Lee Bai's poems were many times better, these people actually said it was a draw?

His face was flushed red as he anxiously said, "What nonsense are you people spouting? It was clearly 'Meeting Xiya on a Drinking Lake' that went up a level, you should be judging Lee Bai as the winner."

"Young Master Chu, everyone's tastes are different. We don't object to the" Meeting Xiya on the Drinking Lake ". But we think Prince Rui's village is better. "

"That's right, everyone's eyes are bright. It's not like I'm talking nonsense. "

The graceful middle-aged man righteously said once again, "I am Bao Nan, a poet evaluator in the capital for twenty years. I have always been fair, and people call me Bao Di, I will never lie."

"Forgive me for my bluntness, but it is not bad that I met Xiya on Lee Bai's Lake of Drink, but Prince Rui's is equally outstanding. Therefore, we should at least have a draw. "

"That's right, Mr. Balance is one of the leaders of Beijing's poetry industry. "Since he said that these two poems are on par with each other."

"Yes, we think so too."

"I never thought that this Lee Bai is actually quite skilled."

"Lady Ya, announce the results."

Sound after sound rang out.

Hu Rui's face revealed a smile as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.

He almost lost face, but it seemed like these people were on his side.

At that moment, he was extremely glad that Wang Xiaojian had provoked the wrath of the masses.

He was a noble prince, and had once been an anonymous top scholar. If he lost to an unknown youth in Xia Country, it would be a loss of face.

When Wang Xiaojian heard these voices, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

Balance, fairness?

You never tell lies with your eyes open?

What the heck!