"Are you the Chang'an County Housing?"

"Did the couplets from Qingfeng Tower come from you?"

As a sound rang out, the woman in blue walked quietly to Mu Changqing.

"Yes, I heard from Miss Yun that the girl already has the second couplet?"

"I don't know which couplet it is, or both couplets have the second couplet."

He smiled and nodded, and Mu Changqing replied seriously.

The students of the Literature Academy, who had just been quiet for a moment, were in an uproar when they heard the conversation between the two.

"What?"

"Have Senior Sister Su already paired the couplets from Qingfeng Tower?"

"We have no idea about it after thinking for a long time. I never thought that Senior Sister Su had already cracked the ageless absolute without realizing it."

"It seems that Dean Wu has not yet fully met the previous couplet."

The crowd kept shouting.

He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and the woman in blue spoke to Mu Changqing.

"Now, my junior brothers are holding a poetry competition. If the Chang'an County Hou doesn't mind, can I wait for a while?"

“This is nature.”

Not to mention waiting for a while, it would be fine even if you wait for the Two Sessions.

Mu Changqing was very curious about the two couplets he had produced when the person in front of him was able to express.

Qingfeng Tower has two couplets. Although the two first couplets are considered absolute for thousands of years, it is relatively simple to say that "a chicken and a dog crosses the frost bridge, and a word for plum blossoms and bamboo leaves".

I don’t know which couplet this woman came up with, or whether it was neat or not.

While thinking, the poetry writing competition that was delayed just now continued.

The content of the competition is the digital flying flower order.

Start with the first person and write a verse containing the number one, and then the second person writes a verse containing the two, so as to extend it.

The poems can be original by yourself or excerpted from predecessors.

But if it is original, it must be neat and confrontational, meaningful, and recognized by everyone in the field before it can be counted.

However, until now, the competition has basically quoted the poems of the predecessors.

After all, there are quite a lot of verses containing numbers, so originality is relatively more difficult, so there is no need to take risks.

Maybe what you think is good may not be recognized by others.

However, as the competition continues, the number of people eliminated is increasing.

Although there are many verses containing numbers, it is not easy to persevere.

This not only tests the amount of personal poetry accumulation, but also has a great test for on-the-spot performance.

Every round is so long, and even if time passes, even if you think of the poem, it will be futile.

At this time, I paid great attention to my personal poetry level.

Mu Changqing was watching happily.

The cultural level of Dayan's poetry and lyrics has indeed developed quite well. These beautiful sentences that have emerged one after another, and occasionally students' original works make him nod frequently.

After about an hour of the game, only seven people were still persisting in the field.

The atmosphere became more and more intense, and the onlookers were cheering.

"Brother Wang hold on. Today, as long as you can enter the top three, I will take you to Mingyue Tower to go freely tonight, and I will pay for all the consumption."

"Junior Sister Xu looks ease. I think she is the top candidate for Feihualing this time."

"But now there are fewer and fewer poems that can be remembered. I guess I will have to create them on my own in another round."

The crowd was very lively, but one of them seemed to be very interested, and he was bored on the stool sitting beside him shaking his slender calves.

Everyone stood, she was the only one sitting.

It's a rather strange picture.

Everyone seemed to have become accustomed to it, and did not feel any abrupt at all.

He stretched out his little hand and pulled the sleeve of the woman in the blue shirt. Yun Zhixi muttered her little mouth: "Sister Su, what is the lottery for this competition?"

"Director Sun's face of calligraphy."

After pinching her little hand, the woman in blue shirt replied with a smile.

"Ah? It turned out to be that bearded Mo Bao? He is so stingy on weekdays. How could he be willing to use his calligraphy and paintings as the lottery for the competition?"

"I went to ask him for words a few days ago, but he kept hiding from me."

"Hmph, if I go here and let this girl see him, I will definitely pull his beard off."

He gently flicked Yun Zhixi's little head, and the woman in the blue shirt couldn't help laughing and crying: "The mantras that others asked Dean Sun for collection are all used for collection. You are good, you are selling them for money, so Dean Sun will naturally hide from you."

"Who made his words so valuable? Now it's 500 taels per pair in Chang'an City."

"If you want me to tell me, just lock the beard in a small house and let him write a hundred pictures a day, so that he can make a lot of money."

Hearing this, the woman had no choice but to hold her forehead.

"If President Sun's Mobao was flooded with Dean Sun's Mobao, then President Sun's Mobao wouldn't be so valuable."

"That's right."

After wrinkling his little nose, Yun Zhixi's little face froze, and then he laughed foolishly again.

Mu Changqing listened to the conversation between the two, and refreshed his understanding of this stupid girl again.

You are really a talented person, I really did not misunderstand you.

Others have big breasts and no brains, but you are good...

"Sister Su, you haven't told me yet. How could a beard use his calligraphy and paintings as a lottery?"

"That was collected by my sister before. Thinking that many of my fellow brothers are here today, I took out the calligraphy and painting as a lottery."

"So that's how it is."

After lit his little head, Yun Zhixi's big black eyes were rotating in her gurgling eyes.

Then he looked serious.

"Sister Su, can I participate?"

"you?"

Hearing this, the woman in the blue shirt was stunned, her eyes a little suspicious: "Don't you hate these things the most? How could you be interested in participating today?"

"I just suddenly want to try it, Sister Su, is that OK?"

With a bulge of his mouth and a raised hand, Yun Zhixi grabbed the woman's sleeve and started dancing.

"Okay, okay, you just join, who dares to stop you?"

"Hehe, Sister Su, please wait for me."

After saying a word, Yun Zixi dragged Mu Changqing, who was watching the show, and ran to the classroom beside her.

When he arrived in the classroom, he took out a few pieces of paper from the table and patted it in front of Mu Changqing. Yun Zhixi urged.

"Write it quickly!"

“What to write?”

"Writing a poem!"

"Why should I write a poem for you?"

Looking at the girl in front of her with a playful look, Mu Changqing felt speechless.

No need to think about Mu Changqing also knows what this naive man is thinking.

Use my poems to exchange for five hundred taels of calligraphy and paintings?

You don't treat me as a human being.

Do I, Mu Changqing, want to be face-saving?

Isn't my poem worth five hundred taels?

"You, you write it quickly. At worst, I won't kick you anymore."

After saying that, Yun Zhixi looked at Mu Changqing tightly, and her little mouth was so aggrieved that she could just hold an oil bottle.

Thank you very much, the strength of your feet is not enough to scratch.

Rolling his eyes, Mu Changqing said angrily.
Chapter completed!