"Words give birth to light!"

Wei Zhen was secretly frightened when she saw this scene. Although these people were not as good as that Mr. Nalan, they had at least reached the first stage of writing and forming images, and the words were shining brightly.

"The Queen Mother is right. The people participating in the Snow Appreciation Conference this time are all talented and talented people. Each of their poems and articles is beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

Wei Zhen's beautiful eyebrows tightened, and her heart became more and more worried.

She always felt that since Shaojun's brother came to participate in this snow appreciation meeting, he must have great expectations. However, no matter how much she liked Chen Shaojun, she had to admit that judging from Chen Shaojun's previous reputation and reputation in literary circles, other people's

To stand out and be the best, I am afraid that if you want to be on an equal footing with others and achieve the same level of poetry... it is very difficult to achieve!

"It's a pity that I can't compose poetry at all!"

A worried look flashed in Wei Zhen's eyes.

"call!"

At this time, the air current surged, and a gust of wind suddenly came in, causing countless plum trees in the deer park to tremble. Clusters of plum blossoms were blown up by the air current, flew into the sky, and then spread all over the sky.

Before everyone could react, a stream of literary energy turned into a golden pillar of air and rose into the sky. The pillar of air rose to a height of more than seven feet. From a distance, it looked like a piece of exquisite and bright brocade hanging upside down in the void. It looked magnificent.

Magnificent and magnificent.

"Wow!"

Seeing this scene, the crowd was in an uproar, and even the Queen Mother on the throne couldn't help blinking her eyes, showing a hint of shock.

"Splendid article!"

Judging from the vision revealed in the poem, the quality of this poem is even higher than that of Mr. Nalan, and it is the best poem written so far.

"The Queen Mother, my poem is also finished!"

At this moment, a young child's voice was clear and clear, and suddenly sounded in the deer park.

"Wang Xiaonian?!"

Chen Shaojun didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard the familiar child's voice, he couldn't help but subconsciously turned his head and looked around. Under a plum blossom tree in the distance, he saw an eight or nine-year-old boy in Tsing Yi, bowing with his hands like an adult.

Stand up.
Chapter completed!