Let you survive in horror, why did the female ghost stick upside down?

As Nangong Wan'er's voice fell, the other zombie gentlemen and ladies present also saw Si Yan!
"It turned out to be his poem!"

Some zombie girls couldn't help but their eyes lit up.

Some zombie boys were whispering something to the players next to them, asking them to recall whether this poem existed in the real world.

"Miss Nangong, he is a human being. Even if he is your friend, he is not qualified to engrave his name on Yunxi Tower, nor is he qualified to participate in this poetry meeting."

Third Young Master Song spoke.

Si Yan stole his limelight, and now he wants to carve Si Yan's name on the pillar of Yunxi Tower!

How is this possible! ? !

When Nangong Wan'er heard his words, the evil aura on her body immediately changed.

"So, this poetry meeting is all about you? Then what's the point of such a poetry meeting?"

After hearing Nangong Wan'er's words, Third Young Master Song's expression changed.

Although he is the organizer of the poetry club, it is impossible for him to have the final say on his own.

Among the zombie boys and girls present, there are still a few who are of similar status to him.

And he was still a little afraid to offend Nangong Wan'er.

"Young Master Song, he is using Miss Nangong's quota, as long as Miss Nangong is willing, it's fine~"

A zombie lady spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Si's poem is really wonderful, and Miss Situ has already chosen this poem."

Another zombie lady spoke.

As they spoke, other zombie girls also spoke.

"Young Master Song, this poem is indeed good, and it is possible to make an exception."

A zombie boy spoke.

The mentality of this zombie boy is different from those of the zombie ladies.

His literary talent was not as good as that of the Third Young Master of Song Dynasty, and he was not willing to watch the Third Young Master of Song Dynasty dominate the limelight alone.

Now that Si Yan was able to overpower the Third Young Master of Song Dynasty, he was naturally happy to see it.

As he spoke, other zombie boys with similar psychology also spoke one after another.

Seeing that the zombie sons and ladies present all spoke, no matter how upset Song Sangong was, he could only agree to keep this poem.

"I'll go and tell Si Yan what he wants to do. Mr. Song is obviously unhappy with him!"

Next to Linhai Wu's zombie, Li Guo was puzzled.

Si Yan is obviously trying to attract Master Song's hatred!
Immediately, a craftsman came up and carved the poem on a pillar.

Seeing Si Yan's poem being engraved on it, the third son of Song Dynasty was extremely depressed.

"Let's go, let's go to the second floor!"

Song Sangongzi said.

Many zombies began to walk up to the second floor.

Song Sangong led everyone to the east window. Looking down from there, he could see many weeping willows beside the Yunxi River.

"On the second level, how about we each write a poem about willow trees?"

Third Young Master Song looked at the zombies and asked.

At this level, he is confident enough!
Because he had previously composed a very high-level poem about willows!
Yong Liu?

The other zombie boys and girls agreed.

"I'll come first."

A zombie boy took the lead in composing a poem.

"Good~"

As soon as the poem came out, many zombie sons called it good.

Then, other zombie boys also wrote poems one after another.

After the zombie boys finished, it was the turn of the zombie ladies again.

"The willows beside the Yunxi River are full of green branches."

The poem about a zombie lady is not bad.

As soon as the work was completed, a large number of zombie boys cheered.

"Miss Qin Yun's poem describes the willow tree absolutely, I feel ashamed~"

A zombie boy kissed his ass.

The zombie daughter of the Qin family was ecstatic.

The other zombie gentlemen also followed suit, and even the Third Young Master Song also gave a few compliments.

Then the second zombie lady also started writing poetry.

Regardless of whether these poems by zombie ladies are good or bad, each one will definitely win a round of applause.

Some players also applauded there with interest.

After a while, all the zombie ladies except Situ Mingyue and Nangong Wan'er finished their poems.

"I heard that Miss Situ is amazing, why don't you write a poem?"

Song Sangong invited Situ Mingyue.

Situ Mingyue finally spoke, with a cold voice: "No, I will just watch."

The Third Young Master of Song Dynasty did not force himself. He was about to release his poem when his eyes glanced at Nangong Wan'er: "Does Miss Nangong have any poems?"

"Have."

Nangong Wan'er stood up, looked at the willow tree outside the window, and opened her red lips:
"Jasper is made up to the height of a tree, and thousands of green silk sashes hang down. I don't know who cut the fine leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors."

"Miss Nangong's poem is perfect!"

As soon as Nangong Wan'er finished speaking, a zombie boy couldn't help boasting.

"Indeed. This poem is very subtle in terms of conception and description. Compared with it, my poem seems a bit ridiculous."

Another zombie boy said.

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors! Wonderful!"

The other zombie masters also spoke one after another.

The difference from complimenting other zombie ladies before is that this time, they really think this poem is good.

aside.

The expression in Song Sangongzi's eyes sank again.

Originally, he planned to make his final appearance and suppress the audience with a poem.

However, as soon as Nangong Wan'er's poem came out, the third son of Song Dynasty discovered that his poem...
I can't get it out!
Third Young Master Song glanced at the player beside him, who quickly shook his head.

On the side, there were several zombies who were quickly flipping through poetry collections from the real world, but they obviously couldn't find them either!

Hard to say.

Si Yan himself traveled through time.

There are some poetry collections in this world, but compared to my original world, there are still none.

At least, the poet He Zhizhang does not exist in this real world.

"Miss Nangong, did you compose this poem yourself?"

Situ Mingyue spoke at this time.Nangong Wan'er shook her head and said, "No, this poem was still given to me by Mr. Si!"

Situ Mingyue looked at Si Yan with an expression that was indeed true.

"Wow, it was done by Mr. Si again, Mr. Si is a great talent!"

A zombie lady couldn't help but praise Si Yan.

It’s Si Yan again!

There was anger in Song Sangong's eyes again!

But he doesn't get angry easily in public.

Besides, there is Nangong Wan'er's factor.

He had no choice but to suppress his anger.

"Miss Nangong, are you attending the poetry meeting this time, or is Mr. Si attending the poetry meeting?"

Seeing many zombie ladies praising Si Yan's poems, Mr. Song suppressed his anger and asked.

Nangong Wan'er looked at him without showing any signs of weakness: "Is there any difference? Mr. Si is my friend. If I participate, it means he participates!"

The third son of Song Dynasty was stunned when he heard the words!
"Mr. Song, it doesn't matter. Just pretend that Mr. Si is attending on behalf of Miss Nangong~"

Immediately, a zombie lady ran out to support Si Yan.

Others also responded.

"Does Mr. Song still want to compose poems?"

Nangong Wan'er looked at Third Young Master Song and asked.

"Of course!"

Although the third son of the Song Dynasty thought Si Yan's poems were good, he did not admit defeat.

He also released his poems.

His poems are actually pretty good, but compared with Si Yan's.
It's just down a notch.

After all, Si Yan's song was a classic that was included in the textbook before time travel, and even primary school students can memorize it.

In another world, primary school students can recite it, which means the poem is really good!

"Now, let's all vote for the poem champion!"

This round is more democratic.

It is different from the first floor. After all, the first floor itself is written to praise Situ Mingyue's beauty.

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he gave his vote to a zombie lady in a very graceful manner.

He still has a certain degree of confidence.

After all, his poetry is not bad, and he considers himself to have outstanding personal charm.

But immediately he was dumbfounded.

because
The zombie lady he voted for voted for Si Yan's poem in the blink of an eye!
The other zombie ladies also voted for Si Yan.

Except for a few of the zombie boys who had a close relationship with him, there were also several who voted for Si Yan.

then
The Shikui of this level falls on Si Yan again!
If Mr. Song hadn't been a zombie, his face would have turned the color of pig liver by now.

Zombies were naturally expressionless and saved him from losing his composure!
However, he was so depressed inside that he was about to explode!

Although he was about to explode with anger, Mr. Song still maintained his grace and invited everyone to the third floor.

In the middle of the third floor, there is a pot of peonies in full bloom.

That's right.

The poem on this floor is to describe this peony.

"The only true flower in the world is the peony"

A Zombie Boy starts first.

Then the other zombie boys also composed impromptu poems one by one.

The third young master of Song Dynasty focused more on Si Yan.

He didn't believe what good poems Si Yan could come up with!

Finally, the zombie boys finished their poems, and then the zombie ladies wrote poems respectively.

This time.

Before the Third Young Master Song could speak, after the other zombie ladies finished their poems, Nangong Wan'er spoke:
"After the redness is gone, the fragrance begins to bloom, and the good name is called the king of flowers. Compete for the unparalleled beauty in the world, and the first fragrance in the independent world!"

"it is good!"

As soon as Nangong Wan'er's words fell, a large number of zombie sons called out.

These guys were severely suppressed by the Third Young Master of Song Dynasty in previous poetry gatherings.

Now it's not easy for someone to overpower the third young master of Song Dynasty, and everyone is booing along with him.

Of course, Nangong Wan'er's poems are also really good.

Otherwise, no matter how much they praise it, it will be useless.

The other zombie ladies also called out hello.

The third son of Song's expression began to look bad again.

This poem by Nangong Wan'er is actually so good!
Some zombies had subconsciously looked at Si Yan.

"This is also a poem given to me by Mr. Si."

Nangong Wan'er said.

The other zombies are already familiar with it.

"Mr. Si is really a great talent!"

The zombie lady who was the first to fight for Si Yan couldn't help but praise.

The other zombie ladies also started talking to each other one by one.

Even the poems of the third son of Song Dynasty have not been written yet, and no one remembers them.

"This time the best poem is undoubtedly Mr. Si's poem, so I will vote for Mr. Si."

Miss zombies are ready to vote.

Third Young Master Song looked at Si Yan who was surrounded by him, and felt so depressed that he was about to explode again!

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

Not to mention zombies!
Now Mr. Song only thinks that they are a little too noisy!

"Young Master Song hasn't written any poems yet~"

Finally someone remembered Song Sangongzi.

"Song San Gongzi, hurry up and write a poem, so we can vote~"

A zombie lady said.

Song Sangong put on a straight face and read out his poem.

He still looks forward to the reaction after his poem is read out.

"Okay, now you can invest in Mr. Si!"

The zombie lady said quickly after he finished reading. (End of chapter)