Chapter 99 98. Holding two girls, looking down on all sides!

"Six feet of light?"

In the field, many people rubbed their eyes in disbelief, wondering if they had read it wrong.

...

“Huh?”

Su Mu was slightly surprised and saw a wisp of obviously thicker "literary spirit" sinking into the bottom of [Literary Sword].

"Not bad, six feet of literary spirit."

He nodded and confirmed.

...

I heard Sumu’s personal “identification”.

The attendees suddenly burst into an uproar.

"I know Mr. Yang is good at writing this poem, but I never thought that it is so high in quality that it can have six feet of literary talent!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Not it? Wenquxing came to earth!"

"Anyway, Mr. Yang's poem is the leader of tonight's 'Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival'."

“Not necessarily.”

Someone retorted: "Those seniors, such as the 'Zhao Shanchang' of Qianqiu Academy, the Kouzhubo, and even the father of Young Master Yang, Yang Magistrate, are not easy people."

"That's true. I just don't know if tonight's 'poetry meeting' is the predecessor or the newcomer will be crowned?"

"No matter what, there is something to see."

...

"good!"

Yang Zhao, the person involved, clenched his fist excitedly when he saw his poems and essays.

The second generation next to them were complimenting.

"I just said that the leader is just a thing in Brother Yang's bag..."

"Awesome, Brother Yang is indeed very literary. I'm not as good as that!"

"It seems that the glass cup, 'spiritual fruit', [Niuyu Dew] are all about to be obtained by Brother Yang. Congratulations in advance!"

"Brother Yang, 'Ling Fruit', [Niu Yulu], I dare not think about it, but if you get the glass cup, can you lend me some fun?"

...

"It's easy to say! It's easy to say!"

Yang Zhao nodded slightly as he listened to the compliments from the people around him with a proud smile on his face.

But at this moment—

On the table beside Yang Shenxing, a civil servant in the yamen stood up and took out the poem he wrote and took out the list.

Seeing this scene.

Yang Zhao looked ugly: "Didn't Dad say that their generation will not participate?"

——Before, he was inspired and wrote poems intently, but he didn't notice those "predecessors" and they also wrote poems to participate.

but.

Yang Zhao was so smart that he just didn't think about it. At this moment, he realized: "It should be: the additional reward from Zhenren Su made this group of old people so embarrassed that they wouldn't sit still. They would rather not have a face than fight!"

“Even so, so what?”

He hummed in his heart and regained his confidence: "I performed extremely well this time, and even facing those seniors, I have a great chance of winning!"

...

When Yang Magistrate Yang saw Yang Zhao appearing in the limelight, the atmosphere was a bit strange.

They were all worried, but they still wanted to congratulate them.

"Congratulations to Magistrate Yang!"

"The man is outstanding in writing and admirable!"

"The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave. The level of Mr. Yang's poem is beyond me, I am ashamed!"

"Yes, in my opinion, Mr. Yang has the capital to be the leader..."

...

Even Zhao Shanchang from Qianqiu Academy and Kou Zhubo, who is particularly good at poetry, is not very confident at this moment.

After all, in addition to talent and experience, writing poetry also depends on the state very much - when inspiration comes, it is extraordinary to play, and it is not impossible to beat the "old seniors".

"Ha ha!"

Yang Shenxing looked at the group of waxed 'old fried dough sticks', and couldn't hide the smile on his face. He waved his hand modestly: "It's not necessarily the leader. The dog is young, so you still need mercy."

"What did County Magistrate Yang say? I think I am not as talented as a son, nor as good as a minister. I will take out my 'clumsy work' and give me some tips to attract jade!"

A civil servant in the yamen knew that the "head of the Poetry Club" had no hope, so he sold it and stood up and stood up.

...

Next, these older "seniors" also submitted poems and sent them to Sumu for identification with [literary review].

The poems of these people are obviously higher than before, and they are all three or four feet tall in literary style.

in.

Yang Shenxing's "Ode to the Chinese Valentine's Day" was a strange phenomenon of five feet of clear light.

The lord Kou said that he had "having a talent for poetry", and the poems he wrote were more than five feet tall.

Zhao Shanchang of Qianqiu Academy devoted his poetry to [literary review], and nearly six feet of clear light surged, which was only a little weaker than Yang Zhao before.

Everyone present sighed for it.

To be honest, in the eyes of many people, it is even better than Yang Zhao's poems and Zhao Shanchang's poems.

but.

This kind of goodness is: neat parallelism, gorgeous rhetoric, and easy-to-use allusions - so it has more craftsmanship and less literary spirit, and in the judgment of [Literary Chronicle], it is worse than Yang Zhao.

...

Wait until Zhao Shan grows up.

All the poems and lyrics of the participants have been identified and are considered to be the end.

Until this time—

The poems of the audience were extracted. The bottom of the [Literary Chronicle] was covered with a layer of pure white and unpredictable thick fog, which was the accumulated "literary spirit".

"Although these 'literary spirits' are quite a bit difficult, if you want to create a [Haoran righteous ruler] and a [Marriage Jade Pendant]."

Su Mu frowned and then stretched out: "There are already a lot of these, so you should be content. Let's try it later. If it doesn't work, use that method..."

...

"If you have no objection, the leader of this year's 'Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival' will be Mr. Yang!"

As Huang said this, in front of everyone, countless people gave the glass cup, "spiritual fruit" and [Niuyu Dew] to Yang Zhao in their eyes.

...

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the field.

"I gave it! I really gave it! The priceless glass cup, and the 'spiritual fruit' that can prolong life and bring back life to life, [Niu Yulu], just give it?!"

Although I have known it for a long time, what I saw with my own eyes still made many people feel unbelievable.

——After all, it is so generous that the "Yaoguang Pavilion" is willing to give such a precious treasure.

"I'm envious. With the 'spiritual fruit', [Niu Yulu], at a critical moment, I can save my life."

"Oh, it's a pity that I don't have that blessing!"

"We really don't have that blessing."

Someone can see clearly: "A person with such a treasure and a person with a small identity cannot bear it. It is a disaster, not a blessing. Young Master Yang has County Magistrate Yang as his backer, so there is no need to worry about these things."

"Brother, this is reasonable."

The other person agreed, as if he had remembered something, and suddenly said, "I don't know if there is a 'talented but without background' in the field, who deliberately hides his weaknesses in his previous poems?"

"Hiss! My brother said this, it's really... unknown."

...

Amid these comments.

Yang Zhao straightened his back and took the glass cup, "Lingguo", [Niuyu Dew]. At this moment, he felt full of energy and confidence.

"What do you mean by Mr. Yang?"

Mama Huang asked at the right time.

It is a common practice to make a "review of the award". In previous years, there were such experiences in the "Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival" and it was considered the glory of the winner.

"Thank you my father, thank you for your teacher's cultivation..."

Yang Zhao thanked him briefly, suddenly changed his tone and said loudly: "Next, I have an important thing to announce."
To be continued...