Ye Hao was a little drunk and had never seen anyone who was so good at pretending.

The Legend of the Oriental glanced at Shangguan Yun and said with a malicious smile: "General Shangguan, it's time for you to show your strength."

Yan Qingling also said calmly: "I will give you the important task of winning the number one beauty of Tianyan."

Li Bumian said, "Don't worry, I will send you a message to you."

There was a black line on Shangguan Yun's forehead, and he reluctantly walked to the Iron Yantai.

Seeing Shangguan Yun appear on the stage, everyone on the stage was stunned, and He Caiyun was also a little confused. She thought Shangguan Yun was just joining in the fun of the Begonia Poetry Festival this time, but she didn't expect to go on stage in person!

The man in red robe was shocked. The general who was personally appointed by Emperor Tianyan actually... came to power?

Nie Xiaorou in the gauze curtain was a little confused. The general was right in front of her. Whether she saw her or not, if she saw her, it would break the rules of the Begonia Poetry Club. If she didn't see her, she would be charged with treason! Although she was about to go to Lingyun Sect, she was still very concerned about the Zuixian Tower.

Many girls from the Zuixianlou screamed. Shangguan Yun's image was so perfect. The dynasty hero, unparalleled handsome, and the title of a national male god has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Among the girls in the Drunken Immortal Tower, Su Qianqian was secretly sad. Although Shangguan Yun was extremely handsome, it was not worth mentioning compared to the person who fell in his room that night.

Shangguan Yunru smiled in spring breeze and said lightly on the stage: "I came to this Begonia Poetry Festival today. I am just as a guest. The rules must be followed, and those unnecessary etiquettes will be exempted."

He Caiyun, the man in red robe and Nie Xiaorou were all relieved. If Shangguan Yun wanted to do whatever he wanted to see Nie Xiaorou directly, he would be helpless.

In fact, the Eastern Legend has considered a plan to mess around, but it is not clear whether Nie Xiaorou is an enemy or a friend. She stays on the front line in doing things and can meet each other in the future.

"Since ancient times, heroes love beauty. As the world's number one hero, General Shangguan naturally has to be worthy of the world's number one beauty. The champion tonight is General Shangguan."

While flattering Shangguan Yun, He Caiyun announced to everyone below the audience.

Ye Hao sniffed and looked at Shangguan Yun with annoyance. You are very handsome, you are very awesome. OK, I will slap you in the face later!

He Caiyun ordered the servants to carry up the four treasures of the study and the tools they would use later.

At this time, dozens of other people who were qualified for the auction were a little difficult to do, and they all dared not come to the stage. Who would have the courage to steal women from the General of the Conquering Yi? Isn’t that asking for death?

Shangguan Yun saw that everyone in the audience was frightened by him, and he was also very annoyed. If these people didn't come on stage, how could they compare?

At this moment, He Caiyun saw Shangguan Yun alone and couldn't help asking: "Is General Shangguan the only one?"

At this time, everyone in the audience was also surprised. Shangguan Yun did not accompany the scholar and went to the stage alone. Do he want to win by relying on his own strength?

Shangguan Yun nodded and said, "Well, I came here to compete for the literary talent."

He Caiyun was a little surprised. Shangguan Yun was the first to accompany the scholar at the Begonia Poetry Conference.

He Caiyun immediately smiled and said, "General Shangguan is really a literary and martial arts strategy, extraordinary."

When everyone in the audience heard the words, they no longer had the intention of fearing Shangguan Yun. Shangguan Yun said this, saying that he still wanted to compare, and there was no need to give up. More than 40 people took their scholars to the stage one after another.

Seeing that all forty-nine people who were qualified for the auction were on stage, only one person was not yet there.

He Caiyun couldn't help but shout: "Who else has qualified to participate but hasn't been on stage?"

At this moment, Ye Hao used the Lingbo micro-step to jump up, took a few steps in the air, and finally landed on the ground with a gorgeous look, shook his clothes and stood on the stage.

Everyone on the stage was shocked. This person is still a master in the martial arts world!

"Young hero is good at it, where is your accompanying scholar?" He Caiyun asked lightly.

Ye Hao said lightly: "I don't need it."

He Caiyun was a little shocked. It was strange that there were two people who did not accompany the scholar tonight.

After He Caiyun assigned all the four treasures of the study, he announced: "Then the first round of the Begonia Poetry Festival is now beginning. Each of the fifty to forty guests wrote a poem. There is no limit to the genre. Today is the first snow of the year, so I will write a poem with the theme of snow. Come on, everyone, there is only one winner!"

At this time, all the people who bid between fifty and forty bid to write poems by accompanying scholars, and they were just urging them.

The scholars picked up the pen and ink and began to walk in place, thinking hard.

Shangguan Yun was not in a hurry at all. He was bidding for the first place and would appear as the finale boss. The previous game had nothing to do with him.

Ye Hao looked at the busy people around him and sneered at him, "Wait for me, the best beauty of the wild goose, I am amazed at my skills, and I will conquer you with my literary talent."

Ye Hao picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and instantly remembered the big gift package given to him by the system, which contained top calligraphy skills books.

Ye Hao tskated, his luck is really his. He will write it casually later. He will write it casually, and then copy two poems from ancient poems on the earth. The perfect words and perfect poems are not amazing, but will it definitely trigger the audience?

Ye Hao thought for a while, and then just waited for all the idiots to write and read them out before writing them. Wouldn't that make him even more awesome?

Ye Hao thought about it and thought he was really a genius.

After a stick of incense, one of them accompanied the scholar to write a poem and finished the first one.

"It seems that the first poem of tonight has been born, so take the initiative."

He Caiyun smiled and took the paper that accompanied the scholar to write the poem, and then entered the gauze where Nie Xiaorou was. He Caiyun gave the poem to Nie Xiaorou and let Nie Xiaorou read it.

Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes on the stage stared at the gauze curtain, looking forward to the scene of the beautiful figures in the gauze tent reciting poems.

Nie Xiaorou looked at the paper on the table and thought.

"The cold color of the lonely village is covered with sad winds and hears from all over the world."

"The stream is deep and the snow is uncomfortable, and the mountains are frozen and the clouds are not flowing."

"It is hard to tell whether the gulls fly, and there is no way to distinguish Sha Ting."

"There are a few plum trees on the wild bridge, and they are all white."

After Nie Xiaorou finished reciting, everyone on the stage was echoed in the artistic conception depicted in the poem, a little intoxicated.

Yan Qingling in the audience was also quite touched and couldn't help but praise: "Good poem."

The Legend of the East is listless. He believes that he is many times better than these people if he appears, but he is not interested.

Li Bumian looked confident and looked like he was not concerned about these things. He was thinking about how to show off his face to make people shine.

The wealthy businessman on the stage patted the head of the accompanying scholar and scolded, "Is there anyone with you?"

The accompanying scholar smiled and said, "Good Qian."

At this time, the second poem was written.

Nie Xiaorou continued to recite.

"There are thousands of trees that are frozen and are about to break, and the lonely roots are warm and return alone."

"The deep snow in the Qian Village, a branch bloomed last night."

"The wind passes the faint fragrance, and the birds come to see the plain beauty."

"If you think of the rules next year, I will start looking for the Chuntai first."

The people in Tieyantai were shocked by the literary talent of the accompanying scholar. The accompanying scholar cleverly grasped the subtle signs of seasonal changes and the joy of detecting this change. Spring and winter have been gone, and then there have been some complex emotions of sadness and joy, thus achieving the sublimation of philosophical nature.

Nie Xiaorou was also a little moved. If nothing went wrong, this person should have advanced.

Next, Nie Xiaorou read seven more poems, all of which were very good, but overall, the second one was the most outstanding.

Finally it was the last person's turn.

"Young hero." He Caiyun shouted softly to Ye Hao.

At this time, everyone on the stage looked at Ye Hao and stared at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone under him.

"He didn't even write it!"

"No, right? So long has passed, why haven't you done it yet?"

"This is the end of not accompanying the scholar."

"Do you have no idea how much you are capable?"

The wealthy businessmen around him sarcastically said that this was a strange face, and he should be an unknown nouveau riche, and it would be nothing serious about ridicule and suppressing it.

He Caiyun was also a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to do. The money-maker in front of him who spent a lot of money could not just send someone away, right?

Ye Hao was not moved and picked up the pen calmly.

Everyone sighed when they saw it.

"Don't show off, brother, leave early, everyone is waiting."

"It will be even more embarrassing to write a poem that is not a poem later."

"Even the accompanying scholars can't afford to hire them. It seems that they have ruined all their assets."

Ye Hao was not moved, so he picked up the brush and dipped it in a little ink.

Followed.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the iron is painted with silver hooks. Ye Hao is like Wang Xizhi possessed him, and he sprinkles the pen and ink on the paper.

It's been a matter of fact.

Ye Hao handed the poem to He Caiyun. He Caiyun originally wanted to write a poem temporarily and exchange it for Nie Xiaorou, but he didn't want to embarrass Ye Hao, but after seeing Ye Hao's shocked calligraphy and the poems on paper, He Caiyun's face was shocked and immediately gave up the idea.

He Caiyun looked at Ye Hao in surprise, then went into the gauze tent and placed the poem on the table.

"I want to see what poems you can write."

The wealthy businessmen were a little disdainful.

In the gauze tent, Nie Xiaorou looked at the paper on the table and was a little moved. She didn't expect that the finale would be a dark horse. He already knew who was the one who advanced in this round.
To be continued...