No one was surprised by the conversation between the two of them.
In their view, isn't that what it looks like!
Even if Ye Qingli can write two crooked poems, how can he compare with Guo Dacai
Two people are basically a star and a moon.
It's not on the same level!
Someone couldn't help shouting.
"Old man, it's better to announce the result soon!"
"That's right, don't hold everyone's appetite anymore!"
Old Mr. Ni smiled: "The old man will read Mr. Guo's poem first, and ask you to comment on it."
He picked up a piece of paper and read it aloud.
This is to make a Qilu with the names of the two boxes as the theme.
The poem written by Guo Bin has beautiful diction, and cleverly integrated the name of the room into the whole poem, the artistic conception is harmonious and natural.
After reading a few sentences, the audience began to admire.
When the reading is over, everyone applauds collectively.
"As expected of the number one talented scholar in my Imperial Academy!"
"That is, in such a short period of time, such a good sentence can be written, it can be compared with Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian who wrote a poem in seven steps!"
"Look, the two gentlemen don't even bother to read her poems, which shows what level they are!"
"What else is there to compete for? Brother Guo has already won!"
"Let her jump into the river quickly! Hahaha, swim home by yourself!"
There was a wave of ridicule all around, and the two old gentlemen were smiling, unmoved at all.
"Brother Duan, you should read this poem."
Mr. Duan laughed and said, "Then Brother Yu is overstepping."
Holding the piece of paper, he sighed, "To be able to read such a good poem, I feel that I have lived in vain before. It's a pity that there is no wine here. Otherwise, when I see such a good sentence, it will be a whitewash."
"Um?"
Everyone listened to what he said, and it seemed that something was wrong.
Could it be that that legendary trash really wrote some touching lines
How can this be
I must have heard wrong just now!
Well, it must be!
Perhaps, it was the two old gentlemen who spoke out to comfort her.
Read it out, and everyone will naturally know whether it is good or bad.
Guo Bin waved his folding fan, not worried at all.
In his opinion, what good sentences can Ye Qingli write
Even if the sun comes out from the west, that is impossible!
Mr. Duan read it out loud at this time.
"Tengtai Gaoge Linjiang Zhu..."
"Well, not bad, it's pretty smooth."
Guo Bin shook his fan and smiled disdainfully.
"It's not easy for her to write this kind of sentence. In comparison, it can be compared to one tenth of mine. It's not bad for this kind of little girl."
Mr. Duan went on to read at this time: "Peiyu Mingluan, stop singing and dancing..."
The people who were still a little sneering, many of them became quiet at this moment.
He began to listen quietly to Mr. Duan's poems.
After listening to a few sentences, they have already heard that this poem does not seem to be some crooked poem, at least the antithesis is neat and the words are beautiful.
Guo Bin also became nervous. He subconsciously held the folding fan in his hand, and stared at the piece of paper in Mr. Duan's hand, as if he was going to grab it to see what was written on it.
Mr. Duan was still reading on.
"The painted buildings fly towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls in the rain on the western mountains at dusk. The shadows of the leisurely clouds and lakes are long, and the things change and the stars move for several autumns. Where is the emperor in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself."
After the reading, the audience was silent!
Those young students were all stunned with shock!