295 You Are the One Who Wins 2

The conversation between the two of them did not surprise anyone.

From their point of view, this is not what it looks like!

Even if Ye Qingli can write two crooked poems, how can she compare with the talented Guo?

Two people are simply a star and a moon.

Isn't it one level?

Someone couldn't help but shout.

"Old man, let's announce the results soon!"

"Yeah, don't hang up everyone's appetite anymore!"

Mr. Ni smiled: "The old man will first read Guo Gongzi's poems and ask you to comment on it."

He picked up a piece of paper and read it out loud.

This is the title of the two-seat box, making a song of seven laws.

The poems written by Guo Bin are beautiful in words, and skillfully integrate the name of the room into the whole poem, and the artistic conception is harmonious and natural.

After a few words, the audience began to admire.

When the recitation was over, everyone applauded collectively.

"As expected of the number one talent of my Hanlin Academy!"

"That is, in such a short period of time, to be able to write such a good sentence, it can be compared with Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian, who can write poetry in seven steps!"

"Look, the two gentlemen don't even bother to read her poems, you can see what level they are!"

"What else is there to try, Brother Guo has already won!"

"Let her jump into the river quickly! Hahaha, swim home by yourself!"

There was a wave of ridicule all around, and the two old gentlemen smiled and were unmoved.

"Brother Duan, you should read this poem."

Mr. Duan smiled and said, "That foolish brother has overstepped."

He held the piece of paper and sighed: "Being able to read such a good poem, I feel that I have lived in vain before, but unfortunately there is no wine here, otherwise, if you see such a good sentence, it will be a waste of time."

"Um?"

Everyone listened to what he said, and it seemed that something was wrong.

Could it be that the legendary trash really wrote any moving sentences?

how can that be?

You must have heard it wrong just now!

Well, it must be!

Perhaps it was the two old gentlemen who came out to comfort her.

Read it out, and everyone will naturally know whether it is good or bad.

Guo Bin shook his folding fan and was not worried at all.

In his opinion, what good sentences can Ye Qingli write?

Even if the sun came out from the west, it was impossible!

Mr. Duan, read it out loud at this time.

"Tengtai High Pavilion Linjiangzhu..."

"Well, yes, it's pretty smooth."

Guo Bin shook his fan and smiled disdainfully.

"It's not easy for her to write such a sentence. In comparison, it's one-tenth of mine. Not bad for this kind of girl."

Mr. Duan then continued: "Peiyu Mingluan, stop singing and dancing..."

The people who were still sneering at this time became quiet.

He began to listen quietly to Mr. Duan's poems.

After listening to two sentences, they have already heard that this poem does not seem to be a crooked poem, at least the contrast is neat and the words are gorgeous.

Guo Bin was also nervous. He subconsciously held the folding fan in his hand and stared at the piece of paper in Mr. Duan's hand, as if to grab it and see what was written on it.

Mr. Duan was still continuing to read at this time.

"The painting tower flies towards the clouds in Nanpu, and the bead curtain rolls over the mountains and rains in the west. The shadows of the leisurely cloud pool are long, and the things change and the stars move several times in autumn. Where is the emperor in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely."

After reading it, the audience was silent!

Those young students were all stunned and dumbfounded!