A scholar with a pretty face walked to the old man with a gentle smile and bowed respectfully, "Old sir, can you please explain the rules again? I am so stupid that I haven't heard the rules clearly."

Not only did the scholar not hear clearly, the other six talented men standing next to him also had a confused look on their faces. Even though they were mentally prepared, the more they reached the back, the difficulty of the signature would only become more and more terrifying, but at least it would take a process.

Now that I have arrived at the second signature, I have such a question!

Although the rules this old man said just now sound simple, the content is absolutely difficult. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the final exam question of the conference!

The old man's face gradually stretched out like blooming chrysanthemum petals, each wrinkle filled with a smile.

"The rule of the signature here is to write a regulated verse. The title of the poem is "Boenix Resentment", which requires that the contents of the poem should be embedded with the seventeen numbers and quantity words "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine hundred, ten, million feet, two and a half". The ending of the poem is limited to the rhyme of "the stream, west, chicken, qi, crowing."

The old man introduced the rules and said: "The competition is divided into two rounds, and this is the first round. We require the victory of "The Poem of Boudoir" on the spot. If we cannot do it, we will be eliminated directly. The winner will participate in the second round of the competition."

After listening to the old man's rules, Lin Yu looked at it and thought. If we look at the rules mentioned by the old man, it is necessary that the genre is a poem with a complaint. The poem should have quantitative words and numbers, and the rhyme of the poem should have the five words "stream, west, chicken, qi, crow".

Lin Yu couldn't help but admire the person who gave the title. Generally, the "Poems of Boudoir" are poems that use women as the main object of the poem to express the author's inner sighs, sorrows and other emotions as a woman.

Of course, there is another type of "Poem of Boudoir" that is a false idea. A simple understanding is written by a man using other things to imitate a woman's tone. This kind of poem is even more complicated because other emotions are placed in it.

No wonder the six talented men didn't hear the rules clearly at the beginning. If they were asked to write poems about objects or snow, they would definitely be able to write poems about plum blossoms. After all, everyone must have been prepared at the beginning, but who would have thought that this conference would suddenly prepare "Poems of Resentment".

I thought the garden poetry appreciation conference would be a simple lantern puzzle, but maybe it was a brain teaser, but it seemed that I was thinking too simple.

Lin Yu smiled faintly. This garden poetry appreciation conference is becoming more and more interesting.

"I remembered it!"

At this moment, Song Chen, who was standing behind everyone, suddenly screamed. Everyone was puzzled when they heard the Third Young Master's shout. Why was the Third Young Master suddenly shocked?

Under the gaze of everyone, the third young master came to the old man with a solemn expression and bowed solemnly, saying, "Mr. Xu, I didn't expect that you would come to the signature office in person this year."

The old man who was called Mr. Xu by the third young master had a kind look and the wrinkles piled up showed a smile. "It turned out to be the third young master of President Song. The old and old man usually didn't come out to walk around in the yard. He came out to have fun with everyone in a few days."

The third young master smiled faintly, bowed again, and turned around and returned to the middle of everyone.

Lin Yu looked at this scene and was full of curiosity about the identity of the old man. The third young master was half a playboy. When he saw this old man he called Mr. Xu, he seemed to have changed his personality and had such a respectful attitude. I think he was not a simple person in the National Academy.

"I have already explained the rules clearly. Are you ready?" Mr. Xu's eyes swept to everyone, and everyone nodded.

Mr. Xu said: "The competition is just the beginning!"

The scholar went forward and bowed and said, "Student Peng Yunjie wrote a poem "Poem of Resentment":

A hundred-foot building overlooks the stream, and eight or nine clouds are sent to western Liaoning.

Suddenly, I was shocked by the two flying swallows in February, and the most annoying thing was the third update and the rooster crowed.

The five or sixth return period is empty and hope is broken, and the seven thousand separations and hatreds are not yet in harmony.

Half of my body looked back at my lonely figure, and I followed Du Yu's cry for ten years."

A talented man next to him came over and said, "The student also has a poem called "Poem of Resentment":

In front of the Hundred-four-foot tower, the west of the Six Bridges of the Four-sounding Qiang Dim.

I passed on a letter to see the three spring geese breaking, and leaning on the pillow and hearing the five night chickens.

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, we met the Cattle Women's Club, and we only talked about the case for ten years.

Thousands of thoughts come back to the ninth month, and the oriole cries to the guest in February.”

Next, two more chanted loudly:

"Six or seven mandarin ducks play in a stream, and the west of the twenty-four bridges of love.

A half-life book breaks the three autumn geese, and a thousand miles of heart hangs for five nights.

The silkworms have been made of hundreds of thousands of silk, and the birds have eight or nine sons.

Who can pity the heart of a single inch of worries? The sword and ruler throw away the broken jade cry."

"The twelve railings are half a stream, and the west of six bridges is thousands of red and purple.

Two peaks are dark and dark, and three spring dreams are dreaming, and one courtyard is filled with flowers and five night chickens.

The crane reaches the sky and the two are strong, and the book is divided into four bodies and eight lines.

Where did the Taoist Yin Qi return? The orioles sing again with a hundred feet high branch."

In terms of lamenting, the one who is called Peng Yunjie is considered the best among the few. However, this is only the first round, and the requirement is to write poems with resentment. As for whether the poems are done well, there is no big requirement.

The remaining two shook their heads helplessly and sighed. It was obvious that they did not come up with the "Poem of Resentment" in a short period of time, and they could only be eliminated.

Everyone's eyes fell directly on Lin Yu at this time. The young man seemed to be with Miss Zi Su. In the past, only Zi Su participated in the poetry appreciation conference in the garden. How could anyone be with him this year? For a moment, they were more or less curious about Lin Yu's identity, so they were very looking forward to whether Lin Yu could write "Poems of Resentment".

Moreover, they had no doubts about Zi Su from the beginning. "The Poem of Boudoir" is not difficult for girls, but it is still a bit difficult for men. Now, after the answers are just Lin Yu.

Zi Su unconsciously turned her gaze to Lin Yu. This was not something that the riddle-solving question could prompt. At this time, she suddenly remembered the poem Lin Yu wrote at Chengnan Temple that day. I believe this "Poem of Resentment" would not have troubled him.

As everyone looked at him, Lin Yu walked to the old man and suddenly smiled faintly and said, "The student also has a poem "Poem of Resentment". I hope Mr. Xu will interpret and correct it."

Lin Yu's face was solemn and he thought:

"Three states and hundreds of rivers, and the towers and towers are six or seven paintings in the west.

Eight thousand books are sent to the nine autumn geese, and the five night chickens are sent to the five nights.

When will the curtain be half a curtain and half a knee, and when will the eyebrows be in the same case?

I searched for a knife and ruler in the room, and scattered my sorrow and cried with tears."

Zi Su, who was originally standing next to him, was still a little worried. After hearing Lin Yu finally recited "The Poem of Resentment" without any danger, he gently stroked his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Zisu's face turned slightly red, and he felt ashamed and angry.
Chapter completed!