Kooka was ecstatic, but fortunately, he controlled his facial muscles at this time, and his expression was Gu Jingbuha, saying, "Thank you, donor Qin."

All the five judges were wise figures. Everyone could see that Qin Lang was openly giving gifts to please Master Yichan, but no one could find fault.

Although Zhang Yanzong was dissatisfied with this result, he couldn't say anything. After three games, the two actually tied. There were two games in the next, including Shiwen and Wu, which means that only by winning two games could you win a complete victory. Of course, there is also a possibility that both sides would tie. If they tied in the end, they would have another game. The Queen Mother had long considered this possible result.

Neither Qin Lang nor Zhang Yanzong wanted to try extra, both of them wanted to have a result in five games.

The Empress Dowager presented the title of painting on behalf of the master Yichan, and the right to draw the title of calligraphy on the spot, and the right to draw the poem and essay competition was handed over to Daye's side.

After discussion, the two judges in Daye decided that the national teacher Zhao Shituo would give the question. Zhao Shituo stood up to make some preparations, and after he came back, he presented the already prepared envelope to Master Yichan.

Master Yichan opened it in public, unfolding the paper inside but found a blank space on it.

Kong Hai took the piece of white paper and came to Qin Lang and Zhang Yanzong, allowing them to see clearly.

Qin Lang laughed in his heart. Zhao Shituo was ridiculous and Qin Lang deliberately pretended to be surprised. Seeing Zhang Yanzong was at ease, the reason was that his mentality was indeed good, and on the other hand, he knew the possible problem in advance. Zhao Shituo was his master, so there was always this convenience.

This time it was still a stick of incense, and Zhang Yanzong had already started writing.

Qin Lang also picked up the pen, and Zhao Shituo was just like this. He seemed to be profound and actually was named after the name of untitled. Of course, Qin Lang did not have the ability to write poetry on the spot, but he had been familiar with Tang poetry and Song lyrics since he was a child, and he learned 300 Tang poetry. If he could not write it, he would make mistakes. What's more, he was just practicing the use of the use today, and he didn't even need to touch his mind, and he would use it if he didn't move it.

Zhang Yanzong finished writing quickly, and at this time the incense had only reached one quarter. He handed in the paper after finishing writing, and was full of confidence in winning this game.

Kong Hai sent the poem written by Zhang Yanzong.

Zhao Shituo signaled Lu Buyao and the others to see first.

Lu Buyao picked up the poem, but saw it read "Untitled"

The next door to Zhangjiajia. The last spring is the new name. It is a beautiful country. It is raining and clouds. There is no difference between water and water, gold dust, musk dust. The picture of the branches is broken. It is often seen. The painting is real. It is made of Huang Xu, and it will not be forgotten for a hundred years. It cannot be drunk under the flowers. It is drunk. It is a laughing killer and infatuated lover.

After watching it, Lu Buyao remained silent and sighed in his heart that the sixth prince of Daye Kingdom had such talent. When he thought of the emperor Long Shixiang of Daye Kingdom, these two people were not on the same level at all. If Zhang Yanzong could ascend to the throne of Daye Kingdom in the future, his wisdom and ability would definitely lead the development and growth of Daye Kingdom, and the Da Yong court would only be like this.

Lu Buyao did not express his opinion and handed the poem to Qin Daozi. He understood that Zhang Yanzong's poem would probably become a masterpiece. If Qin Lang could not produce a work of the same level, he would not dare to openly vote for Qin Lang, otherwise too obvious bias would inevitably lead to ridicule of literati all over the world.

After reading it, Qin Daozi pursed his lips and praised a good word in his heart. Anyway, he couldn't write such a high-level work. At this time, the fragrance was half burning, and Qin Lang was still writing. Qin Daozi sighed inwardly, Qin Lang, Qin Lang, the more you write, the better you write.

Zhao Shituo and Lin Guyi looked at each other and showed a knowing smile. Zhao Shituo had seen Zhang Yanzong's poem, and he evaluated it as a masterpiece at that time. Zhang Yanzong had never published it publicly. Today is the first time to show it in front of everyone. Seeing Lu Buyao's sudden solemn expression, both of them understood that this poem was so good that Lu Buyao dared not unfairly evaluate it.

The poem was finally handed to Master Yichan. Master Yichan put down after reading it, and his eyes turned to the burning incense that had been burned most of the time.

Qin Lang is not over yet, so he continues to write quickly.

Even Lu Buyao couldn't help but sigh, Qin Lang, Qin Lang, I really can't help you this time.

When one stick of incense burned out, Qin Lang also completed his work, not one, but five, and everyone laughed secretly. Is this kid going to win by quantity?

Kong Hai couldn't help asking, "How many poems did Donald Qin write?"

Qin Lang said: "Five poems!"
Chapter completed!