"We won."

When the poem in Song Zihua's hand fell to the ground, Wei Yan's heart was relieved, he picked up the wine glass and toasted the girl opposite him with a glass.

Liu Wuyou didn't drink, and his dark eyes stared at him in complexity.

When he was in the cell, he watched him tell various wonderful stories with verbal words, and thought he was a storyteller who was verbally speaking.

Now, seeing his casual poems makes those top talents fade, they realize that he is actually a true talent with a beautiful heart and a beautiful belly.

Liu Wuyou felt unreal.

On the other side.

When Wu Bing finished reading Liu Bingyi's poem, he looked at Song Zihua.

The great talented man of Song, who was still extremely arrogant just now, had a gloomy face at this time, and the poem in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Wu Bing smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Song, have you done it too?"

Song Zihua didn't want to humiliate himself, so he raised his foot and stepped on his masterpiece that was still full of confidence. His face instantly calmed down and said, "Old Wu, the first song, I'm giving up."

Wu Bing nodded and said, "Then this first game is indisputable. Mr. Liu won the second game..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Zihua sneered: "I will win this second game! Mr. Wu, I'm afraid you will add another game."

Wu Bing smiled faintly and said, "Of course, if Mr. Song wins the second game, I will naturally add another game. However, Mr. Song must be careful. I think Mr. Liu's talent is not inferior to you."

Since this young man is so arrogant, he naturally won't be polite.

Song Zihua snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "I may lose my competencies in writing poetry, but when it comes to writing lyrics, I have never been afraid of anyone!"

Wu Bing laughed and said, "The poem about plum blossoms that is famous in Qingzhou is indeed a top-notch masterpiece, and even I feel ashamed of myself. Since Master Song is so confident, I will become my love and give the title "Flower". There are so many flowers in the world, and the two of you will do the title "Flower" by flowers. If you can produce another masterpiece like Master Song's poem "Flower" by plum blossoms, it will be a blessing for my literary world."

"Flowers as the topic?"

Song Zi raised his eyebrows, was he deliberately giving him convenience, or did he want to see him jokes and see if he could surpass himself?

However, he must have won this game.

"Mr. Wu, now you can think about the topic of the next game."

Song Zihua smiled proudly, without thinking, then walked to the table and sat down, picked up the pen, and ordered the servant to grind the ink.

He has long been a well-known lyrics about flowers, and he is only stronger than his previous lyrics about plum blossoms. This is completely a matter of sending the title!

Wu Bing's eyes flashed and he ordered his servant, "It's still two incense sticks."

At this time, Wei Yan went over to Liu Bingyi again and said, "Don't worry, we will drink some wine and some snacks in two incense sticks. Inspiration will definitely explode."

Wu Bing looked at the two of them leaving, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

When Liu Bingyi sat down to drink, Song Zihua had already finished it in one go, and wrote the ink and wrote the text. He stood up and handed the cotton to Wu Bing, without even a glance at the check, and looked extremely confident.

Wu Bing took it and looked carefully. His eyes lit up immediately. He couldn't help but praise: "It's true that great talent is a good word!"

After saying that, he handed the lyrics to several old friends around him.

“Lotus Flower”

All of them are colorless, but I can't help the fragrance. I'm going to have a mat to cool off, and the gold mattress is gone late. I'll shine on the quilt and light the silk, and the water is dripping from the silk. I'm going to leave in the autumn before, and I'll leave in the dream of the boat singing."

After reading it, the old men immediately shouted: "Good words! Good words! It's indeed good words!"

Although they were both dissatisfied with Song Zihua's arrogance, their talent had to amaze and praise them.

Wu Bing smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that now, I really have to think about the topic of the third game. In this second game, I will come out as I wish, but I am afraid it will not be fair to Mr. Liu."

As we all know, Song Zihua is a master of flower chanting. She has a famous lyrics about plum blossoms and is well-known, and readers applaud.

He gave the title of flowers, but he was afraid that everyone would misunderstand it and thought that he had deliberately favored Song Zi's paintings.

Therefore, he must be cautious and cautious in this third question.

When he took over the lyrics and read out the new lyrics painted by Song Zi, everyone in the audience praised him and felt ashamed of his own.

At this time, Liu Bingyi came over.

Song Zihua looked proud and sneered: "Brother Liu, in the first game, I will give up my defeat; in this second game, you will give up your defeat without embarrassment."

However, Liu Bingyi ignored him and walked directly past him, walked to the table and sat down, writing.

"He actually wrote? Don't admit defeat?"

"Hey, although Song Zihua is arrogant, this poem about lotus flowers is indeed a top-notch masterpiece. Brother Liu refused to admit defeat, just because he was afraid he would humiliate himself."

When the literati around saw this scene, they were talking about it.

Wu Bing and those old friends also shook their heads secretly. The boy was indeed full of talent, but he was young and energetic. He was unwilling to admit defeat, but he was afraid that he would be laughed at once the lyrics were written.

Liu Bingyi finished writing quickly, picked up the lyrics, walked over and handed them respectfully to Wu Bing.

Wu Bing sighed secretly and took it in his hand. He wanted to comfort him a few words in advance, but Liu Bing had turned around and looked at Song Zihua and said, "Brother Song's famous poem about plum blossoms, I have read it here, and it is indeed a rare masterpiece. Therefore, I will write a poem about plum blossoms today, and I would like to ask Brother Song for advice."

As soon as these words came out, the literati around him were immediately in an uproar.

Isn’t this a testimony and seeking death?

Song Zihua even sneered and said sarcastically: "Take your own humiliation!"

Liu Bingyi smiled faintly and did not have a verbal dispute with him, but retreated aside and waited quietly.

When Brother Yan only read him half of his poem, he knew that he was stable!

——The jade pendant passed down by the Song family, I got it!

Dare to expose valuable things in front of Brother Yan is simply seeking death!

I believe that from now on, this talented man from Song will never dare to hang valuable things around his waist to show off.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly became a little weird.

Wu Bing held the words in his hand, but there was no movement for a long time.

The old men next to him couldn't help but urge, "Brother Wu, I'll read it. No matter how unbearable I have to read it, I'll be waiting."

Wu Bing didn't say anything and handed them the words in his hand.

Several old men were surprised and hurriedly leaned over to watch, and then there was no movement.

Song Zihua frowned, and a premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

He subconsciously covered the jade pendant on his waist.

Wu Bing took the lyrics from his old friend, looked at the young man waiting quietly, and then looked at the crowd below and said directly: "This lyrics is the first!"

And the famous literary veterans also nodded and said, "Yes, this poem is the best! Once this plum blossom appears, it will be overshadowed!"

"boom--"

Everyone was stunned!

I haven't read it yet, and no one knows what the word it is, so I'm sure it's the first one? And the evaluation is so high, it's ridiculously high!

As soon as this plum blossom appears, it all fades!

What kind of immortal word can make this son-in-law and those literary seniors so confident and respected?

In the shocked and suspicious eyes of everyone, Wu Bing looked at the lyrics in his hand and read them out.

"At the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and unparalleled.

It was already dusk and it was sad alone, and the wind and rain were even more.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers be jealous.
Chapter completed!