He hummed and didn't want to say any more words.

"quiet…"

Song Zhong shouted at this time

"Due to limited time, both songs and poems started at the same time."

"This time the poems and songs are not written down on paper. All I need to do is type up the manuscript and sing it on stage."

Having said this, he looked at everyone in the audience

"There is no limit to the theme of this song, and it is limited to only one stick of incense. Do you all understand?"

"I'll understand later"

Seeing this, Song Zhong nodded.

"That's it, those who participate in the two paths of song and poetry can get up."

"Crash..."

About fifteen or six people stood up, and Cao Cao was among them, but you did not stand up this time.

The old farmer's voice kept echoing in his ears, and he was not in the mood to participate in this competition.

"Light the incense! Beat the gong!"

Song Zhong gave an order

As soon as the gong sounded, everyone started writing furiously. It seemed that during the previous few skill competitions, everyone had already prepared the manuscript in their minds, so they did not think as hard as they did in the previous few days.

Time passed slowly, and soon the stick of incense was burned out.

"when!"

When the gong sounded, everyone put down their pens and looked at others with confidence.

"Which nephew comes up first to sing his own poem?"

"First come next!"

One person jumped out from the crowd, looking confident

"I'm Zhang Jie, Zi Heng has met you all."

Having said this, he saluted the four old men on the stage.

"Juniors are showing their embarrassment"

"A "Pastoral Ode" for your appreciation"

He cleared his throat and started singing

"My farmland, east of Surabaya, stretches for several miles..."

Although Li Zhi felt that his tone of voice was a bit strange, overall this talent was good.

When that person finished chanting, the others also applauded.

After everyone sang their songs one by one, Cao Cao was the only one left. He straightened his clothes and strode towards the stage.

"An Autumn Wind Poem for Your Appreciation"

He said neatly

"Sigh! The grass and trees are ruthless and sometimes wander. Humans are animals, but they are the spirit of things. All kinds of worries touch their hearts, and everything works on their shape. If something moves in them, their essence will be shaken. But if you think about what your strength can't do, you worry about where your wisdom is.

No, it’s better to use the rich elixir as a gnarled wood, and the black one as a star. But why do you want to compete with grass and trees for glory if they are not made of metal or stone? How can you hate the sound of autumn even if you think about killing thieves for it?”

"..."

After Cao Cao finished chanting, everyone participating in the competition remained silent.

“My nephew’s gift is truly remarkable!”

Song Zhong opened his mouth to praise

"Today, I will be honoring Cao Cao and his nephew Meng De. What do you think?"

"Good! We all agree."

After listening to Cao Cao's poem, everyone had nothing to say, so they all agreed.

Just when everyone was congratulating Cao Cao, only the last pair of people playing chess were left.

I saw one of them pick up a sunspot and make a "click" sound...
Chapter completed!