Ye Li smiled and said, "It's okay, the rest of you can continue to come. No matter how many of you, I will continue!"

"Okay, then I will write a poem below to compete with you!"

Wei Liang snorted, walked to the window, and saw a crescent moon outside that had risen to the sky, and said, "Let's write a poem with this moon as the title!"

"See who is higher and lower!"

"Can!"

Ye Li doesn’t care about Tao.

Wei Liang looked at the moon on the surface and became popular in poetry. In fact, he prepared this poem for a long time and thought he was full of confidence, so he dared to challenge Ye Li.

"The moon falls and the drums and horns ring at the gate, and the wise king's Fengshan sun shines.

Like flowers surround the plum blossoms, the general sings the drum to the golden tent."

Wei Liang's poem was chanted with magnificent momentum, which immediately caused a lot of praise from the scene.

"Although Wei Liang's poem is about the moon, it is actually a military poem, praising me for the men in the army. The sword is a coincidence, which makes people feel after all!"

...Many people immediately praised loudly.

Seeing this, Xiao Hong's face calmed down and showed a look of pride.

If you have the ability, do you write another poem that has been passed down for generations?

"You said you were writing about the moon, but your topic was military, so it was a bit off topic!"

Ye Li touched his nose and said slowly.

"Hmph, don't worry about whether you go wrong or not. If you have the ability, you can write a song better!"

Wei Liang said arrogantly.

"good!"

Ye Li also walked a few steps and arrived at the window.

He looked at the crescent moon in the sky, sighed, and said leisurely: "When will the bright moon exist?

Ask the sky with wine.

I don’t know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky.

I wanted to ride the wind, but I was afraid that the jade building and jade buildings would be colder at high places.

Dancing and playing with the clear shadows is like being in the world.”

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep.

There should be no hatred, so why does it take forever to part?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this is difficult to complete in ancient times.

I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away.”

silence.

There was silence! Many people kept their original postures, motionless, as if they were petrified! When this poem came out, they all felt that they were no longer in the world! This poem... could not be commented! If you had to comment, it would be four words, quatrains for eternity! In the past, there would be no better poems about writing the moon! In front of this poem, Wei Liang's poem was simply hanging and beaten, and if he was beaten to death, he would have to whip the corpse for thousands of years! The gap was too big, it was not of the same order at all! "This...This..." Xie Lang trembled all over at this time, and a folding fan slapped his hand a few times before speaking, "This is simply a good sentence for eternity!"

"This poem is a few levels higher than the once-in-a-lifetime misfortune!"

"What a good sentence, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing and waning!"

Shi Haiqing's excited beard trembled, "This is simply a description of the joys and sorrows of the world!"

"God works, God works..." "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away!"

Chao Tianxing chanted softly, "It's so beautiful!"

"I cannot describe it in words. Any evaluation and description in any language is blasphemy and redundant!"

"I feel like I want to fly to the moon now!"

Ji Kefang looked at the moon outside the window and was fascinated by leisurely! Xiao Hong's face turned very pale at this time.

Ye Li was another masterpiece, and his lies were shaky.

Originally, he had arranged many people in advance, and no matter how good the poem Ye Li wrote, he would do his best to discredit him.

But the problem now is that this cannot be slandered at all! If you dare to smear this poem, you will be despised immediately. Have you read it?

"Who will be next?"

Ye Li seemed to be a king at this time, scanning the audience and asking questions indifferently.

The scene was silent and no one dared to speak.

Two consecutive works of handwritten are produced, and the rest of them go up again, aren’t they just cannon fodder?

Who knows if Ye Li’s next song will be another masterpiece?

Originally, Xiao Hong arranged several people, but at this time, none of these people dared to come up.

Even if they dared to go, Xiao Hong would not dare to let them go.

If you continue to be beaten, it will pose too much threat to him.

So, Xiao Hong decided to take action himself.

"Hmph, I'm afraid I don't know where you heard this poem?"

"A trash son-in-law also wrote such a poem?"

Xiao Hong ridiculed.

Ye Li curled his lips and said, "Yes, I heard it from other places. If you have the ability, do you go and listen to a few songs?"

"I have real talent and knowledge, so why do I plagiarize other people's poems?"

Xiao Hong snorted and said arrogantly: "Today, I will write a poem! It will still be passed down for generations!"

"OK!"

Ye Li said: "If you write one, I will follow one!"

"If you write a hundred songs, I will follow a hundred songs!"

"snort!"

Xiao Hong snorted, turned to look at the women at the scene, showing a warm smile.

Suddenly, the women all started to scream wildly.

"Today, thank you for your support!"

Xiao Hong was tender and tender, "No matter when, you always stood behind me!"

"Today, I will write a poem for all the women on the scene!"

"Wow!"

The women on the scene screamed again.

Xiao Hong walked slowly for a few steps, closed his eyes, looking intoxicated.

"How deep is the beauty's resentment? I'm sad and farewell in my heart. I'm in love with you, so why worry about the snow in the north!"

"Beauties have everlasting grudges, and the jade pot knows the simple bonds. They are thousands of miles away from you, and their lovesickness is deep!"

……"Wow!"

When the women heard Xiao Hong's poem, they screamed again.

This poem is also a poem that Xiao Hong has prepared for a long time! He thinks that after taking it out, he will win countless praises! After reciting, he also has a proud look on his face! "Xiao Hong's poem is indeed good, but it is still a little short of it if it is said to be passed down from generation to generation!"

Shihai Qingdao.

"It's a little worse!"

Chao Tianxingdao.

"Is that song he really made when he was once a tragedy?"

Ji Kefang had a little doubt at this time.

Although Xiao Hong's poems are good, they are obviously not that far.

They had just heard two poems by Ye Li. No matter how outstanding Xiao Hong's poem was, they didn't feel anything.

This is the taste of tricks.

"It seems that these women support you very much!"

Ye Li narrowed his eyes slightly.

"certainly!"

Xiao Hong said proudly: "Of course, some people like truly talented people!"

"I guess many of them have had a love affair with you, right?"

Ye Li said leisurely again: "I wonder if they have any resentment towards you when you abandoned them?"

"Hmph, if you dare not write poetry, just admit defeat. Don't say that there are any things here!"

Xiao Hong said sarcastically.

He thought Ye Li had finished his talents, so he changed the topic.

"Since you said that, I'll give them a poem too!"

Ye Lidao.

"Hmph, we don't want your devilish poem!"

A woman said coldly.

"Yes, we all feel disgusted by listening to your poems!"
Chapter completed!