“What a poem!”

"Young Master is a great talent!"

"I announce that the third round has officially begun!"

There is no doubt about the top ten, and Liu Zheng still ranks first with an absolute advantage.

Liu Zheng didn't care anymore at this time, he just sat there with a smile and a calm look on his face.

At this moment, he seemed to be completely integrated with the unfamiliar ancient times before him. He was Liu Zheng, and Liu Zheng was him!

All eyes were focused on Chen Ruoshi, but she looked at Liu Zheng with complicated eyes.

This disciple seemed different today, and she happened to announce her choice of son-in-law again. What if he won? Chen Ruoshi, who had mixed emotions, didn't notice that her eyes stayed on Liu Zheng for too long.

This made Xie Kangcheng and Bai Chufeng become hostile to Liu Zheng at the same time. Who would have thought that such a dark horse would emerge from this year's poetry festival. Originally, they were both sought after talents wherever they went, but now they were betrayed by Liu Zheng, a prodigal son. Steal the limelight!

"Ms. Chen, please give me a question!"

Bai Chufeng couldn't help it anymore.

Chen Ruoshi thought for a moment and lightly opened her lips without any hesitation: "Since it is about choosing a son-in-law, there is no escape from the word love, so we decided to use 'love' as the theme. There is no limit to the subject matter and we can use it to our own devices."

Everyone laughed.

Sure enough, women, when it comes to poetry, cannot escape love.

Love poems.

There's probably no one here who doesn't know how to do it.

Hearing this, Bai Chufeng was overjoyed. Everyone knew that he had always been famous for writing love poems. When he heard about the choice of a son-in-law, he had already prepared something in his heart.

"Don't Meng Yiyi go to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern.

There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers just like those who have left.

It is sentimental to pity the wind and moon, but don't hate life when spring comes.

Leaning on a pillar and thinking makes me feel more melancholy, a dream of spring is unclear."

"good!"

"Rise to the occasion!"

Poems are used instead of Cambodian words to write about lovers meeting together in a dream, finding it difficult to leave, feeling resentful and desolate, making people feel the same, like singing and weeping.

It seems that in the last round, the ultimate move will be used.

Xie Kangcheng snorted coldly.

"Don't be afraid that half a year old's music will be lost. An inch of separation from the intestines will cause thousands of knots."

It's hard to see each other, but it's easy to say goodbye, and the flowers in the jade building are like snow.

I miss you secretly and have nowhere to talk about it, and I feel melancholy in the misty moonlight at night.

Thinking about it now makes me feel so passionate that my sleeves are stained red with tears."

It turned out to be a poem! The beginning is straight to the point, describing the pain of lovesickness. Compared with Bai Chufeng’s deep boudoir resentment, Xie Kangcheng’s poem is more grand. It has a touch of family and country style, which can better show Xie Kangcheng’s “imperial surname”. Identity. No matter from which aspect, this one is better than Bai Chufeng's.

Someone stood up again.

"Even if you shed tears, your hard work will eventually show up. You have so many words that it's hard to express them but you have no words to express them. How can I not believe that I can't help myself when I'm in love? I'd like to ask you what you think!"

This song is also considered a rare masterpiece.

"The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shu River beats the mountain stream. The red flowers fade easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's worry."

One after another, the quality is very high.

Then.

Only Liu Zheng was left alone.

Liu Zheng scratched his head, why did the atmosphere of the whole place change when it was his turn?

About love...

This is really too much.

Chen Ruoshi's autumn eyes looked at Liu Zheng again and again, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.

This kind of thing that hangs around the land of fireworks all year round, how can it know what love is?

Liu Zheng suddenly looked at Chen Ruoshi and boldly looked at her.

Love?

In his previous life, he did have an ex-girlfriend, but unfortunately, she was just an ex-girlfriend.

Since you cheated me out of millions of dollars.

Let’s use you as material for now.

Liu Zheng smiled slightly, pacing and chanting softly.

"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the distance between silver and gold is dark. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world."

"Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"

"ah!"

Chen Ruoshi covered her small mouth and looked in high spirits.

The others were also stunned for a moment, and then listened intoxicated.

"Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will bloom. I hope you will pick more of them. This is the most loved thing."

Bai Chufeng's expression changed rapidly.

"When you enter my lovesickness gate, you will know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness makes you remember each other, but short lovesickness makes you infinite. I had known that it would be such a thorn in the side of people's hearts. Why didn't we know each other in the first place?"

Xie Kangcheng looked frustrated.

However, after several glasses of wine, Liu Zheng couldn't stop at all.

He laughed:

"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change.

Lishan's words are gone until midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing without complaint. How can I be lucky enough to be a man in fine clothes, and I will wish for that day even if my wings are linked together!"

boom!

The whole place felt like it was struck by lightning.

Chen Ruoshi couldn't help but stood up. Looking at Liu Zheng's passionate eyes, she seemed to be in a dream...

"Think about time, remember time, time and spring come together.

Bless the east wind with wine and plant double red beans.

The crows crow and the willows outside the door gradually make people lose weight.

The shadows of flowers darken the window screens, and I am most afraid of dusk."

The whole audience was stunned. Someone immediately took out a pen and paper and started recording like crazy.

This person...

Chen Ruoshi's heart was shaken when she heard it.

"The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting your youth, and missing your youth.

Who cares about pleasure and enjoyment? One is ecstatic under the flowers, one is ecstatic under the moon.

The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks.

I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit."

Thousands of people were numb.

The look in Liu Zheng's eyes at this time seemed to be looking at a monster.

"We may not see each other again in this life. Who will recognize another life from afar? There is a vague and lingering feeling.

How can I be nostalgic at that time? I know it is drifting, but it is drifting after all. Even if it is drifting, I feel dear to you!"

In the whole audience, people who were kneeling stood up one after another, shouting, and some even held one of the poems in their hands and cried bitterly, with tears streaming down their faces, as if this poem had exhausted the love of half a lifetime, and everyone had looked away from the cold window for ten years...

....

The poetry meeting was in chaos.

Thousands of people in various moods raised their glasses and cheered.

Liu Zheng looked around and recited poems, with a arrogant smile on his lips.

Who else?

Is there anyone else I can fight?

At this time, even Chen Ping looked at Liu Zheng blankly.
Chapter completed!