The poems in the last part of the Hundred Flowers Festival are the key to the final competition for the nine oirans of Dengshan. For those scholars who are expected to become famous in one fell swoop, is it not their last chance
At this time, everyone is pressing on their own future. Under such circumstances, who would do something stupid to provoke a brick, and when will they not take out their poems at the bottom of the box
Everyone hopes to shine with a blockbuster in this Hundred Flowers Festival, so as to be favored by His Majesty and rise to the sky from then on.
But when Jiang Yuer's Qingyu case Yuanxi sang in the audience, everyone suddenly felt that they were out of play. How could there be such a wicked person in the world who could write such a resonant poem
To say that the opening of this poem is nothing extraordinary, it can be regarded as a reference in the rules, but if you add the last sentence, you will find him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the person was there, dimly lit. Isn't this Yiyi just writing about herself
His talents cannot be stretched out, but there is no way to serve the court. A good one suddenly looked back. The man was in the dimly lit place.
All the fascinating scenery in the front is to pave the way for the last sentence after this. People find that the word can still be written like this, and people find that they are so lonely. Ten years of cold windows are only for fame, but their ambitions are now. Like a beauty, in that cold place.
This inevitably makes people think that these guys are putting gold on their faces, and there are very few people who really have this kind of spiritual sublimation. To put it bluntly, everyone on this 10,000-flower platform tonight is here for fame and fortune. What do you say? A show of talent to serve the court is completely irrelevant.
But the New Year's Eve played by Jiang Yu'er is really wonderful, and Jiang Yu'er's beautiful singing voice makes people unconsciously dragged into the artistic conception of lyrics and music.
When I come back to my senses, I will look at those great works that I was proud of just now. Compared with this sapphire case, it is really looking back and smiling, and there is no color in the sixth palace.
Huafang Shang Cheng Xiaojin propped on the railing on the bow of the boat. After a long time without saying a word, the words Jiang Yuer sang seemed to have caught the mind of a heartless fellow like him.
Turning back to Wu Zheng said: "You really wrote this poem?"
Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "No, I copied it."
Cheng Xiaojin couldn't help rolling his eyes. In his opinion, Wu Zheng was talking angry for himself.
But now he has no time to talk to Wu Zheng about this matter. He ran to the other side of the painting boat quickly, leaning on the railing and protruding almost half of his body out.
Wu Zheng looked at Cheng Xiaojin’s nerve-racking behavior and could only shook his head and smiled bitterly, because the ship's side was the pergola where Diao Sikun and the others were. This guy wanted to see if Diao Sikun was dumbfounded. If so, then to Cheng Xiaojin. But any comfort works.
To put it bluntly, this guy just wants to see others unlucky and make himself happy.
In the pergola under the boat, it took a long time for Pang Chong to withdraw his gaze from Dengshan. He glanced at Diao Sikun beside him in a daze, but Pang Chong smiled knowingly.
It is true that Pang Chong has lost his skills. There is nothing to be ashamed of if his skills are not as good as others. There are people outside the world, and there are days outside the world. If you are angry because your skills are not as good as people! Then my master might have been pissed to death a long time ago.
What's more, this sapphire case written by Wu Zheng is really wonderful, and it suddenly makes him feel like he has found a confidant. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dimly lit place.
Wu Zheng found his beauty, although it was in the neglected place, but luckily he had already found it. And where is the beauty in my heart
The crowd looked for her thousands of Baidu, but I didn't seem to find her yet.
Thinking of this, Pang Chong took a sip of wine, as if he was borrowing wine to stimulate his thoughts, so that he could calm down and think about where the beauty in his heart is.
However, the sound of the cup awakened Diao Sikun who was in frustration. Pang Chong glanced at him from the corner of his light, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly and continued to drink.
With this smile, Pang Chong suddenly realized that the guy next to him seemed to be no longer qualified to be his opponent, and that he would lose his identity if he competed with this guy.
"Brother Pang is using wine to relieve his sorrow?" Diao Sikun asked.
Pang Chong smiled slightly, but said: "Where does the sorrow come from? Brother Diao, can't you just drink this cup tonight after hearing such a masterpiece?"
"You surrendered with such a sapphire case?" Diao Sikun continued to ask.
Pang Chong holds it... (End of this chapter)