Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

The conversation between the two of them, there is no accident.

In their view, this is not the case!

Even if Ye Qingli can write two crooked poems, how can she compare with Guo Dacai?

Two people are basically a star, a moon.

Not a level!

Someone couldn't help shouting.

"Old man, let's announce the results soon!"

"Yeah, don't stop everyone's appetite anymore!"

Mr. Ni Lao smiled: "That old decay read Guo Gongzi's poems first, and invite all of you to comment."

He picked up a piece of paper and read it out loud.

This is based on the name of two boxes, making a seven rhythm.

The poems written by Guo Bin are beautifully written, and the room's name is cleverly integrated into the whole poem.

After reading a few words, the audience began to marvel.

When it was over, everyone applauded collectively.

"It's worthy of being the first talent of my Hanlin Academy!"

"That is, in such a short period of time, such a good sentence can be compared with Cao Zhi Cao Zijian who has become a poem in seven steps!"

"Look, the two gentlemen don't even bother to read her poems, so you can see what level they are!"

"What else to compare, Brother Guo has already won!"

"Let her jump to the river quickly! Hahaha, swim home!"

There were rumblings all around, and the two old gentlemen smiled unmoved.

"Brother Duan, you should read this poem."

Mr. Duan Lao said with a smile: "The dumb brother then surmised."

He took the piece of paper and exclaimed: "I can read such a good poem, I feel like I have lived in vain before, but unfortunately there is no wine here, otherwise, if you see such a good sentence, you should float it.

"Ok?"

Everyone seemed a bit wrong to listen to what he said.

Could it be said that the legendary waste really wrote some beautiful sentences?

How can this be?

I must have heard it wrong just now!

Well, it must be!

Perhaps it was the two old gentlemen who spoke out to comfort her.

When you read it, everyone will know it and it will be good or bad.

Guo Bin shook his folding fan, not worried at all.

In his opinion, what good sentence can Ye Qingli write?

Even if the sun comes out from the west, that is impossible!

Mr. Duan, read it aloud at this time.

"Tengtai High Pavilion Linjiangzhu ..."

"Well, yes, it's quite smooth."

Guo Bin shook his fan and smiled disdainfully.

"It's not easy for her to write such sentences. In comparison, it is comparable to one-tenth of mine. For this little girl, it's already good."

Mr. Duan Lao then said: "Pei Yuming Luan strikes singing and dancing ..."

There were some people who were still ridiculed, and then many of them were quiet.

Start listening quietly to Mr. Duan Lao reading poetry.

After listening to two sentences, they have heard it. This song does not seem to be a crooked poem.

Guo Bin was also nervous.He subconsciously grabbed the folding fan in his hand and stared at the piece of paper in Mr. Duan's hand, as if to grab it and see what was written on it.

Mr. Duan Lao continued to read at this time.

"The painting tower is flying towards the South Puyun, the bead curtain is evening and the western mountain is raining. The Xianyuntan has a long shadowy day and a few degrees of change for the stars. Where is the emperor in the pavilion today?

After reading, the audience was silent!

Those young students were all stunned in shock!