They didn't say anything. In the end, the author of this poem only received a few compliments. However, if you want to enter Zhaixing Tower, it is obviously not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite poems, and he took the manuscript from the tray, neither following the

In front of the Star Picking Tower, the autumn wind moves gently.

The sunset dyes the sky, dragging the whole world into a kind of arduous passion as strong as flames.

The voices in front of the building became quieter, and Luo You's poem was written.

Mr. Lu raised his eyebrows and smiled, and was about to take the rice paper and recite the above poem himself.

At this time, the person standing behind Luo You suddenly said, "Hey, wait!"

What are you waiting for?

Everyone looked at this person, and the man bowed to the four sides and laughed: "Everyone, Luo Jinglun's poem should be the finale. If he had recited his poem in front of others early, we are just ordinary people.

What should people do?"

As soon as the words came, they immediately echoed each other.

"Yes, that's right. If Luo Jinglun really had poetry before, who would have the courage to show his ugly face?"

"It's the extreme, who doesn't want to enter Zhaixing Tower? Mr. Lu, Mr. Luo, you two can't help but give us a chance..."

These words seem to be "suppressing" Luo You, but in fact they are clearly holding Luo You on the God Platform. As the saying goes, people carry people in flower sedan chairs, but the reputation of literati is not based on these times.

Comparison and promote it?

Although Luo You was so cunning, he was still young. He was so popular that he turned around and bowed to the people behind him, and made a helpless look, shook his head and said with a smile: "You guys!"

There was a faint conceit in his expression, and it was obvious that he was very confident in his poems.

Cheng Ling watched among the crowd, and saw Mr. Lu take Luo You's poem aside and place it in a tray specially supported by the attendant.

Mr. Lu's Taoist robe and clothes were like clouds, and his every move was as elegant as a family. In the public eye, he moved gracefully and freely.

Cheng Ling didn't know if it was her own illusion. She always felt that Mr. Lu's eyes seemed to be scanning a specific position in the crowd, and stopped at it as if it had a deep meaning.

At this time, scholars took the initiative to walk to the long table in front of Zhaixing Tower, picked up their pens and dipped ink, and began to write their own poems.

Some people write poems very quickly, as if the writing is surging, and they read it; some people write while muttering words, as if they are thinking and considering; some are extremely procrastinated and do not write for a long time, and they will inevitably be subject to the people behind them.

complain.

In short, in front of Zhaixing Tower, everyone has their own expressions.

Cheng Ling was silently lined up behind the line, thinking about what poem he should write.

In this era when everything is inferior and only has high reading, if you have the opportunity to reveal your literary name, it is undoubtedly equivalent to shaping a golden body for yourself and protecting the talisman.

Cheng Ling has been in Yongzhou City for so many years and has been observing and setting up a long time. Until now, it is only now that he has truly found a good opportunity to open up the situation.

And while revealing the name of the article, if you can go to the Zhaixing Tower to view it again, it would be obviously excellent.

After a while, the scholars in front of Cheng Ling finished their poems. When it was Cheng Ling's turn, there was no one behind her, but there were still a few people writing nervously on both sides of the long table.

poetry.

These are the ones with very slow speeds. Now that most people have finished writing, they are not in a hurry at first, but now they are starting to get anxious.

Cheng Ling was not in a hurry. During the time she was queuing up, she had already thought about the poem she wanted to write.

This poem was actually not written on the spot, but was written by her when she was a teacher in her previous life.

Cheng Ling himself knows how to write poetry, so he is unwilling to plagiarize the classic masterpieces he passed down from his previous life.

As for using poems I have written before, it’s nothing. After all, poetry about the chanting is a common subject. How many scholars present have never written them?

There are very few people in this world who can write poems quickly on the spot. They use their own old poems as long as they are not plagiarized or have not been made public before, which is considered to be in line with the rules.

After Cheng Ling finished writing the poem, the people next to her finally slowly closed the pen.

All the manuscripts of poetry were taken away. Mr. Lu walked out and asked himself if there were anyone who wanted to come up to write poetry again.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and a moment later a benevolent person answered: "Young Master Lu, read the poem! We can't wait, I want to listen to the masterpieces of all the talents!"

The sound of cheering sets up the whole atmosphere to the heat again.

Mr. Lu's Taoist robe was waving, his face smiled, and his voice was loud.

He took out a poem from the tray next to him and started reading it.

"I am now as ambitious as green pine, and the snow is not known to each other..."

This manuscript was taken casually by Mr. Lu. After reading it, he read the signature of the manuscript again, and then praised: "It's good, I have ambition."

The person who wrote the poem was a scholar in the south of the city. He had a little asset in his family and his usual name was not obvious. However, this time, he was praised by Mr. Lu. At that time, this person was recognized by the funeral people around him, and then there was a sound of praise.

Get up.

This is the benefit of writing poetry in public in front of Zhaixing Tower.

Unfortunately, only Mr. Lu praised a few words, but none of the few gentlemen from the Wuyin Academy standing behind expressed anything.

They didn't say anything. In the end, the author of this poem only received a few compliments. However, if you want to enter Zhaixing Tower, it is obviously not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite poems, and he took the manuscript from the tray, neither following the

They didn't say anything. In the end, the author of this poem only received a few compliments. However, if you want to enter Zhaixing Tower, it is obviously not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite poems, and he took the manuscript from the tray, neither following the

They didn't say anything. In the end, the author of this poem only received a few compliments. However, if you want to enter Zhaixing Tower, it is obviously not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite the poem. He took the manuscript from the tray, and did not say anything according to them. In the end, the author of the poem only received a few words of praise. However, if he wanted to enter Zhaixing Tower, it was obvious.

It's not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite the poem. He took the manuscript from the tray, and did not say anything according to them. In the end, the author of the poem only received a few words of praise. However, if he wanted to enter Zhaixing Tower, it was obvious.

It's not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite the poem. He took the manuscript from the tray, and did not say anything according to them. In the end, the author of the poem only received a few words of praise. However, if he wanted to enter Zhaixing Tower, it was obvious.

It's not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite poems, and he took the manuscript from the tray, neither following the

They didn't say anything. In the end, the author of this poem only received a few compliments. However, if you want to enter Zhaixing Tower, it is obviously not enough.

The scholar sighed regretfully, covered his face and stepped aside.

Mr. Lu continued to recite poems, and he took the manuscript from the tray, neither following the
Chapter completed!