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In terms of lyrics, the winner is already divided.

And even Wenyuan, Qingyun, Tang Feng, and Yelu Jingtian highly praised the words of Hua Lang and Yan Shu. Presumably they are also literati, know how to appreciate, and know that there are some good things. It doesn't mean that you have different positions , he is not a good thing.

After the winner was divided in this way, the civil official looked at Yan Shu and the six people and asked, "Now that the Ci competition is over, what do you want to compare in terms of poetry?"

Several people looked at each other, Yan Shu only smiled faintly: "Everything will be handled by the envoys of the Xia and Liao countries, and we will take care of everything."

Seeing Yan Shu's self-confidence, Wen Yuan, Tang Feng and the others felt a little nervous, but even so, they still thought about it carefully. Now that they are still at the end of the winter in Daliao and Xixia, and the weather is very cold, they may write winter poems , is more beneficial to yourself.

After thinking about it in this way, I said to write poems related to winter.

After this decision, everyone started writing immediately.

Hwarang held the pen in one hand, rubbed his chin with the other and thought about it. After thinking for a while, he swiped the pen and finished writing like this, then put down the pen.

The six judges had been paying attention to Hwarang when they were writing the lyrics just now, and now they were surprised to see that Hwarang wrote the poem overnight, and even more curious about what Hwarang wrote.

When everyone had finished writing, the civil servants took all the poems back, so that after the six judges had read them one after another, they suddenly hesitated about how to write and judge.

Everyone in the audience looked at the six judges, and the people on the spectator stage also looked at the six judges. They couldn't understand for a while. Is it so difficult to choose the one they like?

Time passed slowly, and the six judges were hesitant.

Wen Meng looked at those people from the audience, and said to herself strangely: "What's wrong with these people, they seem to be unable to make a decision!"

After hearing this sentence, Di Yong nodded slightly: "That's true. Could it be that these poems are all similar, making it difficult for them to start?"

Upon hearing Di Yong's words, Wen Meng said angrily, "Impossible, my Hwarang poems are the best, how can I be at the same level as those people!"

Seeing Wen Meng protecting Hualang so much, Yang Jinhua suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Wen is absolutely right, no one knows the name of Brother Hua, those people must be better than him."

Several people were discussing in the audience, not knowing what to do for a while, but Yan Shu and the others also felt strange. It was not so difficult when they were comparing words just now. Why can't they make a decision now?

Everyone was waiting, and the six judges did not make a decision until after half a stick of incense.

And their decision is very strange, everyone wrote their name on one of the poems.

In other words, the six judges selected a poem.

When everyone saw this situation, they immediately understood what happened just now.

Among the six poems, everyone only liked one, but if they all chose this poem, there would be no suspense in the outcome. No matter who wrote the poem, the country represented by this person would win.

The two judges of Song Dynasty did not dare to gamble. If the person who wrote this poem was from another country, then other countries would win in the literary competition, and the judges of Xia and Liao naturally thought the same way.

After the six judges made their decision, the civil servant ordered someone to bring the poem, and it read:

The lotus has no rain cover, and the chrysanthemum still has proud frost branches.

You must remember a good year, the most orange and yellow orange and green time.

When everyone saw the poem, they all applauded, while Yan Shu, Wen Yuan Qingyun, Tang Feng and Yelu Jingtian all showed disappointment, because they did not write the poem.

This poem was written by Hwarang.

Da Song won, regardless of whether it was a literary competition or a military competition, Da Song won both.

There were cheers and exclamations from the audience, and some educated people talked about it, saying that in this era when Song Ci dominates the world, it is really rare and commendable to have such a good poem appear.

When Hwarang accepted the praise of everyone, he repeatedly expressed humility, and when expressing humility, he did not forget to salute Zhao Zhen from the air.

Zhao Zhen stood on the viewing platform with a proud face, looked at Li Jingming and Yeluye and said, "What else can you two say now?"

Li Jingming and Yeluye looked at each other, although they were very angry, they could only accept the reality.

"The skills are not as good as others, and he is willing to accept the order of Song Dynasty." Li Jingming said with a sullen face.

As soon as Li Jingming finished speaking, Yeluye immediately added: "Accepting your Song's order is only in terms of living in the post house. We don't listen to other aspects."

No matter how stubborn Li Jingming and Yeluye were, Emperor Zhao Zhen didn't take it seriously at all, because he had won a big victory today, and he had already shown Xixia and Daliao how powerful Song was.

After meeting Yan Shuhualang, Di Qingyin Wucuo and others at the Guanjiangtai, Zhao Zhen handed over the assignment of posthouses to Bao Zheng. Bao Zheng glanced at Hualang, but Hualang only smiled faintly. There was nothing wrong with it, but Bao Zheng understood it after taking a look, so he asked Xia Liao's envoy to stay in the big post house.

Because Xia Liao's envoys have already said that they listen to the Song Dynasty, so now that Bao Zheng lets them live, they can't say anything more, and they don't want to live in a small post house. Since they don't want to live in a small post house, then We had to continue living together.

After this allocation, Bao Zheng proposed to go to the government office to get a restaurant to celebrate, but when everyone was about to go, Wen Meng suddenly and quietly pulled Hualang to a hidden place, and asked very angrily: "Let me ask you, who is Xiao Qiong?"

Hwarang didn't understand for a moment: "Who is Xiaoqiong?"

"You are still pretending to be confused with me, Xiao Qiong is idly holding the pipa. The fragrance of snow is slightly veiled. It happens to be a delicate and beautiful branch, which dominates the time of the feast. Isn't this writing that Xiao Qiong is like a delicate flower that stands alone, thinking that I am not Do you understand the meaning of the words?"

Hearing Wen Meng's words, Hwarang suddenly understood, so he quickly explained: "Miss Wen misunderstood, this Xiaoqiong is just a false finger, there is no such person, you usually follow me wherever I go, I Have you ever met other women alone? Madam, you can’t doubt your husband. My love for you can be learned from heaven and earth.

With such sweet words, Hwarang immediately coaxed Wen Meng, and after Wen Meng was no longer angry, he laughed and said, "What are you still doing here, do you want the brothers and sisters to wait for us?"

"Isn't this because I'm afraid that Miss Wen will be angry with you? For you, it's okay to let Brother Bao and the others wait a little longer!" At this time, Hwarang was still saying good things to Wen Meng, and Wen Meng said with a smile: "Okay, okay! , I know I misunderstood you, can't you?"