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Chapter 244
Master Lu's evaluation was too high, so high that the third prince of the Wu Kingdom couldn't sit still. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Master Lu is absurdly praised! Such a high reputation is really embarrassing to the younger generation!"

He said so on his lips, but the expression on his face was extremely proud, looking down on everyone, so majestic!

Although it looked uncomfortable, all the civil servants in the pavilion felt bitter and couldn't express it. Even Lu everyone gave such a high praise. This battle was lost...

Emperor Tang probably had a result in his heart when he saw this poem at the first glance, and now he just waited for Fu Jibin to make a final comment.

"Since all of you have no objection, can we announce that our third prince won the essay test?"

The envoy of Wu Kingdom stood up and said with a smile.

The third prince won, and his face was bright. He could even imagine that the third prince would win both battles during his mission to the Tang Dynasty. Not only would he win the princess of the Tang Dynasty, but his reputation would also rise unprecedentedly!

At that time, the Emperor of Wu Kingdom will definitely reward him with excitement, right?Thinking of this, he was so happy!

"Wait!"

At this time, everyone Fu who had been thinking hard just now suddenly spoke out, and the people on both sides felt "thumping" in their hearts, with different thoughts, waiting for everyone's next words...

"If we only talk about rhetoric and artistic conception, the poem of the third prince is undoubtedly better-but when composing poems on the spot, the most important thing is realism. When it comes to realism, we might as well take a look at this poem by Young Master Yang. Although the whole The wording of the entire poem is relatively simple, but it is such a simple wording that vividly depicts the scenery in the imperial garden, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the highest level of realism—"

Everyone in Fu paused for a moment, the civil servants in the pavilion were already ecstatic, they understood after everyone explained in this way, the poem written by the third prince of the Wu Kingdom was more like a patchwork, how could it be improvised?

It seems that things have turned around!
"On the other hand, the third prince's poem has too many traces of artificiality. Although the artistic conception is excellent, it has the meaning of moaning without illness. Therefore, according to this old man, in terms of calligraphy, the third prince is better than the third prince, but writing poems on the spot, Mr. Yang It is better to do it better. Therefore, it is more appropriate to say that this competition is a tie..."

Everyone's faces were calm, and they sat back after speaking.

After saying this, there was a lot of discussion in the pavilion.

The result predicted before was a win or a loss, but there was no such thing as a tie!Now there is a draw——whether Princess Yilan will marry or not...

Originally thought that there was no room for maneuver, but now that everyone said so, Emperor Tang gained confidence again, and said to the two with a smile: "Do you have any objections to the comments made by the two of you?"

Yang Zexin originally thought that he had lost, but he didn't expect it to be like this. Now he was still a little confused, so he just nodded.

However, the third prince of the Wu Kingdom did not change his face, and said with a smile: "You two have high morals and prestige. Since everyone says it is a draw, it is a draw, but—"

After the third prince of the Wu Kingdom finished speaking, he strode to the table, picked up the brush, dipped in the ink and swiped the brush, his movements were as light as flowing clouds and flowing water, and a poem was already vividly written on the paper...

Everyone was shocked, just finished writing a poem of good quality, and immediately wrote another poem?Isn't the skill of reciting poems and writing lyrics on the spot too scary?

This time Emperor Tang didn't come forward again, but the two of them walked over and looked at the poem about the snow on the table.

Wintersweet is better than snow, and snow is better than wintersweet.

To win or not to win is amazing.

No one knows the taste of lovesickness, please ask for sunny snow.

I still remember the old days, the first snow season.

No one tells the past.

Falling for whom and waking up for whom, I still hate to leave lightly.

"Good words, good words!"

This time, Fu, who was not optimistic about the third prince of the Wu Kingdom just now, spoke up first.

"In a short while, I can write a poem and a word, and the quality is so good, the younger generation, the third prince is the No. 1 I have ever seen!"

The people in the pavilion who regained their confidence after hearing everyone's comments just now, are now being hit hard by everyone's comments...

This plot reversed too quickly...

"This handwriting is not the same as before. It seems that the third prince's calligraphy is already natural, and there is no need to polish it!"

Master Lu also said this from the bottom of his heart, boasting about the third prince of Wu, which is rare in the world. The envoy of Wu was so happy, he kept staring at Yang Zexin, thinking that our third prince just wrote a poem, he is Don't you want to do it too?

This time, it shouldn't be a tie again, right?
Yang Zexin was also a little confused about the result of a tie, but seeing the actions of the third prince of Wu, he knew that there might be another competition!

He had already brewed some poetry, but after seeing the poem written by the third prince of Wu, he knew that he had lost, and the defeat was a complete mess.

If you let him think carefully, it shouldn't be difficult to write a song of similar quality, but now he has to write lyrics on the spot, and there is still such a good quality song waiting for him-his mentality has collapsed, Can't come up with any more good words...

The eyes of all the civil servants have been on Yang Zexin, because he represents the hope of Datang, but when they saw him suddenly sad, their hearts fell, and they probably already knew the result...

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The wind and snow outside the pavilion are swaying, and the inside of the pavilion is silent and lonely.

The envoys of the State of Wu had smiles on their faces, while the civil servants of the Tang Dynasty looked sad.

"Humph!"

The snort was not loud, but the pavilion was too quiet, everyone heard it, and immediately turned to look at the source of the sound——

Zhang Twelve has been standing at the farthest corner of the pavilion, talking to his newly recognized senior sister Mo Li, but Mo Li's temper - one can imagine how "pleasant" the conversation between them was. "...

Being hit hard by Mo Li, and hearing the poems of the three princes of the Wu Kingdom boasted by the two of them, Zhang Twelve was dissatisfied for a while, so he snorted coldly.

"What are you humming?"

Seeing everyone's eyes shooting towards them, Mo Li asked with some dissatisfaction, still wondering if he was dissatisfied with the way she talked to him, that's why he hummed?

Because Zhang Twelve was facing Mo Li and his back was facing everyone in the pavilion, so the group of people staring at him - naturally he couldn't see it, but he just saw Mo Li's dissatisfied expression, thinking badly, She doesn't think I'm the one who "huh" does she?

No, I have to explain quickly!The thigh I just hugged—no, it's the senior sister I just met, how can I offend him?

"Senior Sister misunderstood, I'm not humming you, I'm humming that broken poem!"

"Broken poems and broken words?"

Mo Li asked in surprise.

"That's right, what are they writing about? I can write a whole bunch of things with my eyes closed, and it's better than his! What if it's not broken poems and broken words?"

Zhang Twelve looked at Mo Li curiously, with a smug expression on his face.

　To commemorate, the last update before the shelves. . . . .I'm still very excited, everything depends on the data on the shelves. . . . . . .

　　There will be a testimonial on the shelves at [-]:[-] pm, everyone can take a look, and it will be on the shelves after midnight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)