This time, Lou Shuyu looked at Song Yaoyao in disbelief.
These 20 math problems are not easy. How did that girl get them all right?
This girl wins first place in every round. Are there really such talented people in this world?
He claims to be smart, but how come he is not even as smart as a little girl?
While Lou Shuyu was expressing his emotion, the final round of poetry competition began.
To be honest, in this round, Song Yaoyao was really speechless!
She is totally unable to compose poetry!
Song Yaoyao muttered to herself:
[Guagua, I'm really not good at this, what should I do? ]
Gua Gua: [Cold salad!]
Host, you are not going to get scared in the last round, are you?
When did you become a wimp?
Have you forgotten that worthless guy Lou Shuyu? ...】
When Song Yaoyao heard Lou Shuyu's name, she interrupted Guagua:
【I see.
I'll be a monk for a day and ring the bell for a day; I'll be a cow or a horse for a day and go crazy for a day!
I am the old lady among the curlers!
Guagua, just wait and see! 】
Gua Gua knows that as long as Lou Shuyu is mentioned, even if the host is a Lin Daiyu, he will be able to uproot the weeping willow tree!
Gua Gua: [Host, come on!
Host, mighty! 】
In fact, Song Yaoyao still had no idea what was going on.
Song Yaoyao kept beating her drum in her heart:
[Song Yaoyao, you can do it!]
Come on, storm! Ravage me as much as you want! I, Song Yaoyao, am not afraid! 】
Guagua was speechless after listening to Song Yaoyao's voice:
[Host, have you forgotten all the Tang and Song poems you learned in your previous life?
Isn't it the right time to use it now? 】
Song Yaoyao: [Is it okay? Isn't this a bit too immoral? ]
Gua Gua: [Host, do you still want to win?
Do you still want to slap Lou Shuyu in the face? ...】
Song Yaoyao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled. Then, she interrupted Guagua:
【knew! 】
In order to win, she has to be shameless!
By the fourth round, there were only 15 people left.
Song Qingyu, Xiao Minglang, Gao Jiayou, Lou Shuyu... are among the 15 people.
At this moment, Guagua's voice rang out:
[Host, the fourth round of competition is divided into two parts.
The first part is a topic that has been decided in advance, and everyone is asked to write a poem.
The second part is judged on the spot, who will give questions and ask everyone to write a poem!
The reason for doing this is to prevent someone from knowing the topic in advance, asking someone to write a poem in advance, and then memorizing it. 】
Song Yaoyao: [You are very thoughtful. You have thought of all this. ]
As they were talking, 15 tables had been prepared and the 15 people participating in the competition took their seats.
The first round of competition for the principal wife begins.
Title: Now is autumn, the season when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Please write a poem about chrysanthemums within the time of one stick of incense.
When Song Yaoyao saw this title, she immediately thought of Huang Chao's poem - Poem on Chrysanthemums after Failing the Imperial Examination.
When autumn comes on September 8th, my flowers will bloom and then other flowers will die.
The fragrance of incense permeates Chang'an, and the ground is covered with golden armor.
This was one of Song Yaoyao's favorite poems in her previous life.
There is no Chang'an here, so Song Yaoyao replaced Chang'an with the capital.
Originally this was an anti-poem, but Song Yaoyao is now living in a fictitious dynasty. There is no such person as Huang Chao, let alone any rebel army. It is simply a description of the chrysanthemums in the capital!
Putting aside the background of the author's writing of this poem, and simply looking at the poem itself, no one would associate this poem with anti-poetry.
Song Yaoyao picked up the pen and began to write:
Fu Ju
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