Chapter 106

"Oh, I didn't expect to meet Brother Wang here. We brothers are really destined to be..." Wang Yang had just teased Li Qingzhao and heard a familiar voice sound. He looked up, "Oh, it's really destined to be true. The brother Wan Bin, who was not tall, thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually standing beside him.

"Hey, Brother Wan, why are you here?" Wang Yang quickly stood up and asked Wan Bin with a bow.

"Did Brother Wang forget? Wan is also the most romantic talent in Hongzhou, Jiangnan West Road. How could Wan not come for such a grand event to show his literary talent?" Wan Bin smiled very proudly, raised his chin, and looked at the loneliness and invincible literary youth who looked up at the sky at 45 degrees.

Unexpectedly, this guy was so narcissistic. Wang Dacaizi, who was also very narcissistic, smiled dryly. "Yes, with Brother Wan's talent, I will definitely win the ranking here. Then I will congratulate Brother Wan here first."

"Where, where... I heard that Brother Wang, you are selling lyrics for the name of Wushan lay Buddhists. I believe that since you dare to come here, you must have wanted to be famous in Tokyo Bianliang? Alas, I believe that Wan will have to be subordinate today..."

After the two of them bragged each other for a few words, Wan Bin walked to an empty desk not far away and sat down, showing a serious look. It seemed that this guy was really here to show off his literary talent and not just brag.

After Wang Yang sat back, he was really moved by Li Qingzhao's provocative remarks just now, that is, the three-layer meanings are all a poem that makes everyone in Qionglinyuan feel inferior.

Wang Yang stretched his neck, looked left and right, and saw some people writing one, shook his head dissatisfiedly, put the rice paper aside, and then picked up the pen to continue.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Yang saw that Wan Bin's old driver didn't know what he was nervous. After sitting for a long time, he suddenly pulled out a golden painted fan from his waist and sang it lightly.

When Wang Yang saw the fan, his eyes lit up. Damn, Qiu, Li, change... an excellent lyricist containing these three meanings, and he really thought of one.

Wang Yang no longer hesitated, picked up a brush and soaked ink on the inkstone, and put it on the rice paper to move the brush as if it was flying. At this time, Li Qingzhao, who was sitting in front of him, had just written a poem about autumn. She subconsciously looked back and saw Wang Yang wandering there like a dragon and a snake.

At this moment, Li Qingzhao really had the urge to stand up and walk over to see how this guy wrote. Fortunately, Li Qingzhao remembered that as long as he stood up and left the case, it meant that he had finished.

So Li Qingzhao had to hold back, think carefully, and think about another new poem, trying to incorporate the meaning of the two words "Li and Qiu".

It took Wang Yang only two minutes to "create". Then, under the guidance of the servant, his flower name was left under the rice paper. Bah, the pen name Wushan lay Buddhist and his real name Wang Yang. Then he saw that the servant waited for the paper to dry out a little, and then he brought a piece of rice paper pasted and covered the signature, and then took the rice paper away.

Seeing that the servant had left, Wang Yang put the pen down and twisted his butt calmly towards the way he came.

At this time, Li Yu and Li Hui, the cousins, just walked to the empty desk. Seeing Wang Yang walking past with confidence, the Li brothers couldn't help but look at each other.

"Is this guy finished so soon?"

"No way? Could it be that this guy is so confident and only wrote one poem?" Li Hui stretched his neck and looked at Wang Yang. He could only see that the departing servant had only a piece of rice paper in his hand.

"Hmph, being too arrogant may not be a good thing." Li Yu couldn't help but curl his lips, and then sat down and began to carefully copy the first word he had already conceived on rice paper.

In another corner, Zhao Mingcheng had already written two poems in front of him, and now he is thinking about the third poem.

Each person can write one or three. Of course, generally speaking, many people will guess the question by themselves before the start of the essay, and then prepare one or two of them. If they can guess the question to the end, it is naturally excellent. If they can't guess, they can only think that they are unlucky.

What Zhao Mingcheng is lucky is that he guessed the word "Li", so he has prepared the word "Separation" long ago, and he has just conceived a word with "Separation" theme. Now he is preparing the third one.

In this way, there are three opportunities. As for whether they can be selected, they can only look at the eyes of the referees who are appointed by the Ministry of Rites and the Hanlin Academy.

"Sister Yiyi, can my master win? There are so many people..." Li Shishi held Liu Yiyi's hand and looked around with a beautiful face. Seeing the increasingly crowded and crowded scene, it was obvious that at least thousands of scholars were wandering in front of him, which made Li Shishi feel a little worried.

Liu Yiyi, who had just started a literary youth who came to chat with, sorted out the black hair scattered on her cheeks, and said a little uncertain. "Okay, since she has been with your master for so long, she has never seen him lose anything."

In addition to a considerable number of literary youths, there were many young women present. Each woman dressed up very carefully. She came here to appreciate literature, and also to see if there were any men she liked. By the way, she could also understand the other person's literary talent and whether she was a good match for her.

Even though there were so many women present, wearing a water-blue long dress, charming Liu Yiyi, goose yellow light skirt, and the elegant and innocent Li Shishi, two beautiful beauties, the audience was still very attentive.

The woman's eyes were envious, jealous and hated, and the men's eyes were greedy and admired. Liu Yiyi was still charming and smiled cleverly, and she sent away the literary youths who came to chat with her in a few words.

As for Li Shishi, he was all in mind, for fear that his master would fail and not be able to win the top leader. What should he do?

At this moment, he saw that Wang Yang, who had just walked over, had already slipped back calmly and calmly. Li Shishi was stunned and raised his hand and waved at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang strode to two beauties, big and small, and raised his eyebrows with stern eyes. "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Seeing this guy's arrogant look, he could pretend to be as arrogant as two onions on his nose, Liu Yiyi couldn't help but hit him. "I haven't waited for a long time, could you just go in and shake your head. Seeing that others are so talented, you become very inferior, so will you slip back?"

"Hey, you woman is so underestimating me?" Wang Yang let Liu Yiyi say this and roll her eyes fiercely and said angrily. "How can a person as talented as brother be inferior?"

"Why would you ask Mr. Wang, how many peerless lyrics have you made?" Liu Yiyi was not afraid of Wang Yang. She straightened her bulging breasts and slanted the corners of her eyes and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!