The crowd basically has the ability to appreciate poetry.

As soon as Zhou Yuan's poem was published, everyone knew it, and compared with his own works, they were indeed much worse.

With his hands crossed his chest, Zhou Yuan looked at the audience arrogantly, and the crowd who looked at him couldn't help but look back.

With a contemptuous smile, he finally slowly set his eyes on Mu Changqing.

It seemed as if he was willing to wait for him to announce the final result.

Looking at this scene, Mu Changqing shook his head and laughed. He was too lazy to even look at the new top scorer who was proud of himself, and strode back to the bamboo platform.

“Grind.”

Qing shouted, and Liu Youde was about to come forward to help, but Qin Youshui took a step forward: "Young Master, I'll do it."

"Will Mr. Mu write a poem?"

"You ask me, how do I know?"

"However, the peach blossom poem of the new top student is indeed excellent. It is not a wise move for Mr. Mu to stand up at this time."

The crowd whispered, and some people who were very thoughtful said worriedly.

A discerning person can naturally see the current situation in the field.

This new top student doesn't know what kind of hatred does with Mr. Mu, so this trip is obviously intended to make things difficult.

After Zhou Yuan had already produced an excellent poem, Mr. Mu started writing. If it was better than Zhou Yuan's works in comparison, it would be really slapped in the face.

At that time, with the guidance of those who are interested, the release of perfume may even be affected.

No one is a fool.

The poetry meeting was basically over, and everyone was chanting the work and was about to announce the final winner when they appeared.

Who can believe that there is no ghost in it?

However, the two people in front of me were one of the Shangshu Prince and the other was the top scholar in the new subject. The difference in identity was here, and even if there was something unhappy in my heart, I would not dare to express it at all.

"Can he write poetry?"

"Or what is he writing?"

After the crowd, Zhao Junjie looked at the scene coldly and hummed.

His eyes looked at Zhou Yuan who was standing in the crowd with arrogant eyes, but a hint of disgust flashed involuntarily.

Xu Maoran, who moved to the side, had a sense of murderous aura.

"Hehe, Sister Junjie, just wait and see the show."

With his little feet tightly holding the tall woman beside him, Yun Zhixi leaned her head and looked at the man who was lying on the stage carefully, with infinite light shining in her big eyes.

"It seems that you are full of confidence in him like this?"

Zhao Junjie was slightly frowned, and he was a little surprised.

"That's natural. Although Zhou Yuan is a little talented this year, he may have to mention iron plates today."

The silly girl smiled, her eyebrows full of curious expressions of waiting to eat melons.

"Is that true?"

After pursing his thin lips, Zhao Junjie stopped speaking.

Although she couldn't see both of them, if Mu Changqing could win at this time, she would naturally be more happy to see her.

Xu Youqian was ungrateful and had secretly inserted his hand into the front line. Although Da Yan barely won the battle with the hostile enemy, he still paid a huge price. Others don't know, but Zhao Junjie was the commander of the front line commander. She could naturally find out whether anyone among her subordinates secretly communicated with Kuan Qu.

However, without conclusive evidence, she could not do anything to him. Even if there was some evidence, with the old fox's background, it would be impossible for Zhao Junjie to defeat him. Now Da Yan's vitality has just recovered, but she can't stand such trouble.

Perhaps Xu Youqian understood this and his hands became more and more rampant.

After a hundred breaths, Mu Changqing stopped the brush in his hand and looked up at the crowd below. Seeing that they were staring at him with big eyes and nervous eyes, Mu Changqing smiled and joked.

"What do you think of Mu like this? Do you think Mu is too handsome and beautiful?"

Seeing that Mu Changqing was still intent on making fun of everyone at this time, the crowd burst into laughter with kindness, and the tense atmosphere dissipated a lot.

After a steadily jumped off the bamboo platform, Mu Changqing came to a man in the Poetry Academy.

"But Brother Mo?"

The man quickly saluted: "Mo Bai has seen Mr. Mu."

This person is the first name of the poetry meeting discussed by Wu Renqiu and Mu Changqing.

Nodded, Mu Changqing took out a sign engraved with the words Baihua Pavilion and stuffed it into his hand.

"In this poetry meeting, Brother Mo won the championship. In the future, Brother Mo can receive ten bottles of perfume rewards every month with this brand."

Um?

Aren't you going to compare poetry with Zhou Yuan?

Why did you suddenly announce the top prize of the poetry club?

What's more, although Mo Bai's poem is good, it is not as good as Zhou Yuan's peach blossom poem.

The crowd was confused by Mu Changqing's series of operations.

Mo Bai glanced at Mu Changqing awkwardly and didn't dare to take it.

"Mr. Mu, Mo Bai is a little talented and knowledgeable, and this poem will be......"

“Hey…”

Mu Changqing patted his shoulder and interrupted him with a smile.

"I said you are the first in the poetry club, so you are the first in the poetry club. The first name that Dean Wu and I were originally determined is you."

"But this..."

Although the reward for this top score is good, Mo Bai held it in his hand like a hot potato.

At this time, a disdainful sneer came from the side.

"What kind of talent would I learn if someone who can hold such a poetry meeting? It turns out that they are just short-sighted people. It's really ridiculous that they can't tell who is stronger or weak."

He glanced at Zhou Yuan with an unhappy expression on the side, and Mu Changqing said calmly.

"Noisy!"

"The frog in the well has short-sighted eyes."

The tone was loud and unspeakable, sarcasm.

"What did you say?"

Since he became the top student in high school, how could Zhou Yuan have been ignored like this?

Just as he was about to have an attack, he saw Mu Changqing leaving the field and stride towards the not far away.

"you………"

The crowd looked at each other, speechless for a moment, the atmosphere was quiet and strange. Looking at the back strolling away, my mind was buzzing.

What's the situation?

Now let's go?

You've finally pretended to be a slut.

At this moment, Wu Renqiu suddenly spoke to Qin Youshui, who was standing on the stage in a daze.

"Youshui, show me what Mr. Mu wrote."

Suddenly he came to his senses, Qin Youshui hurriedly took down the rice paper and handed it to Wu Renqiu's hand, then took a leave and chased after the figure not far away.

His eyes slowly fell on the paper. After a few breaths, Wu Renqiu's face suddenly turned red. He slapped his thigh and stood up and exclaimed.

"Okay, what a arrogant poem."

"With this poem written before, who dares to write a poem about peach blossoms in the future?"

Wu Renqiu's sudden action scared everyone, and then he shouted in a hurry.

"Director Wu, did Mr. Mu write a good poem?"

"Oh, Dean Wu, don't keep it from being alone to appreciate it."

He looked at the crowd with a smile before he slowly recited.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and Peach Blossom Fairy under Taohua Temple."

"The peach blossom immortal planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms and exchanged them for wine."

“…………………”

"The world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laughs at others for being unable to see through."
Chapter completed!