Quickly wear white moonlight, she took the villain script

Chapter 385
There is no threshold for participating in the poetry meeting, and the rules are very simple.

After a while, someone will give three topics, and three poems will be written around these three topics. The one with the best overall score will be the leader of this poetry meeting.

Although there were many people who came to Fengqingxuan, not many people took the initiative to participate in the poetry meeting, and most of them came to join in the fun.

Liang Yubing stood in the cubicle on the second floor, watching the people in the central stand below give the questions.

Then I selected three poems that could be touched, and I bravely wrote them with my crooked calligraphy brush and handed them in.

On-site poems are written one by one.

The critics over there will read the poems on the spot, and everyone will appreciate them together.

As soon as the poetry meeting started, it was very lively.

Write a poem in the fastest two to three minutes and hand it in.

When you read a good poem, you will win a lot of applause.

After Liang Yubing finished writing the poem, she looked outside and saw that everyone had handed in the poems one by one, so she didn't hand in the three poems at once.

Instead, he asked his maid to take one of them.

The person standing on the stage reading the poem took a look at Liang Yubing's poem, his eyes widened, and he read the poem full of emotion.

When the underground people heard it, they were shocked.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"I am ashamed to be able to make such a poem in such a short period of time!"

"Dare to think that Miss Liang is the daughter of that family? Are you lucky enough to ask for advice?"

"Stan thought it was the best poem so far!"

Later, people submitted poems one after another, but none of them could compare to Liang Yubing's one.

Mo Qin stood in front of the railing, watching the commotion downstairs.

"Miss, let's stop handing in poems..." Lianqiu stood aside anxiously, carefully admonishing her.

There are so many people downstairs, and the young lady's literary talents are poor, so it's better not to be ashamed, because she makes people laugh for no reason.

She couldn't tell whether the poems were good or bad, but she could hear those people's comments.

Mo Qin glanced at her, "If I tell you to hand it over, you can do it."

Before, she felt that Liang Yubing's behavior was very strange, and his words and deeds revealed strangeness everywhere, not like a woman under the feudal ideology, but more like a modern person.

Hearing the poem just now, Mo Qin was completely sure that this person had traveled through time.

Isn't the poem just now one of the poems describing spring in a certain compulsory education textbook?

Because it is "borrowed" from other people's poems, it is slightly different from the title published this time, but the poem is too amazing to make others ignore this small detail.

Lianqiu had no choice but to go down with the poem.

Unexpectedly, the poem was unanimously appreciated by everyone.

Lianqiu was surprised and kept silent.

Soon, all three poems were judged, and everyone was very concerned about who would be the leader.

Everyone was arguing about it.

There are so many good poems.

"I thought Miss Liang's poems were the best!"

The three poems are all amazing, but they all go off topic to varying degrees, and some small points in the poems are somewhat different from the general environment and fail to resonate.

"And each of the three poems has its own characteristics. May I ask who here can do it?"

Mo Qin: "..."

It's not that the three capitals have their own characteristics, because they are basically the poems of three people.

A literati with amazing talent is already great, and there are still three of them now, and indeed no one here can do it.

Just when everyone was expressing their opinions and worrying about who was the leader, someone spoke up.

"Poetry meeting, poetry meeting, meeting friends through poetry. Why don't we choose five of them, and follow the order of flowery writing, and we will be able to choose the leader."

I saw a woman coming down the stairs. She was wearing a lotus root pink dress with exquisite and smart embroidery. The skirt with excellent drape was silky and elegant, and it swayed beautifully with the woman's footsteps.

But all this was reduced to a foil in front of her appearance.

The people below couldn't help being amazed, and someone was the first to ask:

"Who are you?"

With a smile on his face, Mo Qin explained to everyone:

"The little girl's surname is Mo, and she wrote three poems. I am lucky to be able to catch everyone's eyes."

Hearing this surname, everyone immediately realized, isn't this one of the candidates they are arguing about?
At the poetry meeting, if you use your status to overwhelm people, they will not be convinced, but if you have outstanding talents, everyone will be convinced.

After clarifying their identities, everyone felt that Mo Qin's proposal was very good.

"This is good, this is good!"

"It's just the order of Huazi Liushang!"

It is very difficult to choose one person, but it is very easy to choose five people.

The organizer also felt that this proposal was very good, and immediately changed the rules.

"Huazi Liushang Ling?" Liang Yubing frowned tightly, his face was full of anger, "What is it?"

In order to prepare for this poetry meeting, whenever she had time these days, she recalled the ancient poems she had memorized.

She is very confident of winning the poetry meeting.

Those poems that can be handed down and selected into Chinese textbooks are all classics. As long as these people are not blind, they will know how good the poems she produced are.

Seeing that he was about to win, why did Mo Qin suddenly come out to disrupt the game?

And didn't Mo Qin also find someone to write for him? What is she doing?

If I had known earlier, I should have killed Mo Qin.

Liang Yubing's maid looked up in surprise, "Miss, why don't you even remember this?"

After the maid's explanation, Liang Yubing understood the rules. In short, it was Poetry Solitaire.

When ordering, you can write poems or lyrics, and the sentences generally do not exceed seven characters, and each sentence must have the word "flower".

If it was just like this, Liang Yubing could last about two more rounds.

Although she doesn't like poetry, she still has some impressions of the poems that were required to be memorized in textbooks since she was a child.

But this bullshit rule also requires that the sentence made by the first person has "flower" in the first character, and the second person's "flower" must be in the second character, and so on, seven sentences are a round.

The cycle goes on and on, and those who can't connect will be eliminated.

She can't come on stage with a cheat sheet, and the order of the five is still randomly arranged. Isn't this killing her?

Liang Yubing took out the cheat sheet and looked for sentences with flowers, like a hard-working examinee who was still studying hard before entering the examination room.

The five candidates were quickly ready and they were invited to the stage.

Three men and two women, Mo Qin, Liang Yubing, Yun Rongsheng, and two strangers,

After the five people greeted each other politely, the game began.

Everyone passed the first round well.

Except for Liang Yubing, the other four wrote poems on the spot, so of course the quality was not as good as Liang Yubing's, and everyone began to applaud Liang Yubing again.

But Liang Yubing himself was confused by the applause.

Fuck!What did you recite just now?

After two more rounds, the other four were able to do their job with ease, only Liang Yubing's face turned green.

Damn, are they all cattle?Compose poems on the spot, but also solitaire!
Her inventory is almost empty.

The host looked at Liang Yubing and reminded:
"Miss Liang? It's your turn."

Liang Yubing knocked on the head with her small fist, but couldn't remember the poem with the word "flower" in the fourth character.

(End of this chapter)