Lao Li said lightly: "I believe everyone is very clear about the reward. The winner can go to the fifth floor of Fanlou for one night. Haha, you all know the benefits."

Zhu Lin and Qing'er really don't know about this benefit, but everyone like Shi Rang has come, so that should be pretty good.

After Lao Li finished talking about the rules, he was silent. After a while, a woman behind the gauze tent said lazily: "Okay, the rules are over. Let's start. It's over soon. I have to go back and rest."

Zhu Lin frowned. The voice was soft and charming. It was even mixed with a little spell. The woman behind the gauze tent must be a charming beauty.

Influenced by this voice, the three young masters of Kaifeng were all excited, and Zhao Qian and Qing'er, who were both women, were not affected at all.

Zhu Lin was a little more vigilant. This woman...is probably not simple.

"By the way, I want to change Lao Li's rules." The woman said lazily: "You must get four points and the poems you write must also impress me, otherwise I will not recognize them."

Fairy! This woman is definitely a fairy!

"Well, let me think about it. For this first question, just miss it."

"I'll do it!" Shi Rang stole the head after listening to the question.

The woman smiled in her tone: "It turns out to be Mr. Shi, please write a poem. I am looking forward to Mr. Shi's performance."

Shi Rev's body trembled, and he chanted confidently:

"The frowns with a tight eyebrows and is worried."

"Thoughts are quietly open and thoughts are boundless."

"Who knows the pain of lovesickness?"

"Just just got down in my heart."

This is a poem of longing that expresses love. It seems that Shi Rang has some considerations when writing poems.

"Mr. Shi is indeed talented." The woman chuckled, "But... I can't impress me. Mr. Shi may be better off giving this poem to the girl in the Lingxin Jingyue Lake Flower House."

"Puff." Qing'er laughed. The woman in this gauze tent would harm people.

Although Shi Rang's poems are not very good, they are not bad either. However, women will not maintain things that cannot impress themselves.

Shi Rang's expression froze, and he smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything.

"I'll do it."

Zhu Lin stood up with a plain expression.

"you?"

The woman's tone was full of disbelief.

Zhu Lin asked calmly: "Is there any problem?"

"Hehe, young master, I'm not hurting you, you're afraid you don't have the ability." The woman smiled and said, "I just saw you give me silver and walked into the first round after walking through the back door. I listened to my sister's advice and go back."

Zhu Lin was stunned. Has anyone seen this? It was really unlucky to be seen by the judges of the finals. However, he shook his head and chuckled: "Sister is such a bad word. I'm using silver to enter the first round, just to save some energy."

"It is also Fan Lou's own problem to be able to walk through the back door. I'm just going to take a convenient way."

"You!" The woman was about to get angry, but she suddenly laughed: "Hi, it's interesting, then just write poetry. I want to see what kind of ability you have."

Zhu Lin let out a light sigh:

"Ten years of life and death are vast. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. There is no place to talk about desolation in the lonely grave for thousands of miles. Even if you meet, you will not recognize it. The face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost."

"I came to You Meng suddenly returned home. The small window was dressing up. I looked at each other without saying a word, but only tears flowed thousands of times. I thought I could be in the heartbreaking place every year, the moonlit night, and the short pine hill."

Qing'er was slightly moved. In later generations, this was her favorite poem between her and Zhu Lin, and it was completely enough to miss her.

Qing'er and Zhu Lin read all the poems in the world. They chose any poems from later generations, which are all masterpieces.

There was a long silence in the gauze tent.

"Congratulations to young master, I'll get a point first." Old Li's voice came out.

It seems that this poem really touched the woman, but she was too proud of her face and was unwilling to admit that Zhu Lin won.

A woman sat in a gauze tent, she couldn't believe how could it be, how could such a person who had paid money to the first round would write such a poem.

For ordinary people, this poem can only be considered excellent, but for those who have stories deep down, this poem is so touching.

Zhu Lin smiled and half-bowed and asked, "Dare you ask my sister, what is the next question?"

"Don't worry, little boy." The woman spoke: "I have chosen a lot of good poetic eyes. The little boy will not be so lucky next."

In the eyes of women, this poetic eye of missing is probably deceived by this man, and he will definitely not do the rest!
Chapter completed!