There are no restrictions for participating in the poetry reading, and the rules are very simple.
Someone will give three topics soon, and three poems will be written around these three topics. The one with the best overall score will be the champion of this poetry competition.
Although many people come to Fengqingxuan, not many of them actively participate in the poetry reading. Most of them just come to join in the fun.
Liang Yubing stood in a small compartment on the second floor, watching the people on the central stand below give questions.
Then he selected three poems that were relevant, and wrote them in his own crooked calligraphy and handed them in.
When composing poems on the spot, each poem is written and submitted one by one.
The person who reviews the poem will read it out on the spot and everyone can appreciate it together.
The poetry reading was extremely lively as soon as it started.
The fastest one can be written in two or three minutes and then submitted.
Reading a good poem will win applause from the whole audience.
After Liang Yubing finished writing the poems, she looked outside and saw that everyone was handing in their poems one by one, so she did not hand in all three poems at once.
Instead, he asked his maid to take one of them.
The man standing on the stage reading the poem took Liang Yubing's poem and looked at it. His eyes suddenly widened and he read the poem out loud with deep emotion.
When the underground people heard this, they were immediately shocked.
"What a wonderful poem!"
"To be able to write such a poem in such a short time, I am ashamed of myself!"
"May I ask which family this Miss Liang belongs to? Would you be so kind as to ask for my advice?"
"Si thought this was the best poem yet!"
Later, more people submitted poems, but none of them could compare to Liang Yubing's.
Mo Qin stood in front of the railing, watching the noise downstairs.
"Miss, let's not submit the poems..." Lian Qiu stood nervously aside and advised carefully.
There are so many people downstairs, and the lady has poor literary talent, so she'd better not embarrass herself and make people laugh at her.
She couldn't tell whether the poem was good or bad, but she could hear the people's comments.
Mo Qin glanced at her and said, "Just hand it over if I ask you to."
She had thought Liang Yubing's behavior was strange before. There was something weird in her words and actions. She didn't seem like a woman with feudal ideas, but more like a modern person.
After hearing the poem again, Mo Qin was completely certain that this person had traveled through time.
Isn’t the poem just now one of the ones describing spring in a compulsory education textbook?
Since I "borrowed" someone else's poem, it deviates slightly from the topic this time, but the poem is so amazing that others can overlook this small detail.
Lian Qiu had no choice but to continue with the poem.
Unexpectedly, the poem was unanimously praised by everyone.
Lian Qiu was surprised and kept silent.
Soon, all three poems were evaluated, and everyone was very concerned about who would win the first place.
Everyone was arguing about this.
There are so many good poems.
"I think Miss Liang's poems are the best!"
All three poems are amazing, but they all go off topic to varying degrees, and some small details in the poems are inconsistent with the overall environment, failing to resonate.
"And each of the three poems has its own unique characteristics. I would like to ask if anyone here can achieve this?"
Mo Qin: “…”
Don’t the three poems have their own characteristics? They are basically poems written by three different people.
One brilliant writer is already amazing, and now there are three of them. Really no one here can do it.
Just as everyone was expressing their opinions and worrying about who would be the leader, someone spoke up.
"A poetry gathering, a poetry gathering, a gathering to make friends through poetry. Why don't we select five of them and have a flower-character wine-cup-flowing competition? We'll definitely be able to choose the winner."
I saw a woman coming down from upstairs. She was wearing a lotus pink dress with delicate and lively embroidery. The skirt had a very good drape and was silky and flowing, swaying in a beautiful arc with the woman's steps.
But all this became a foil in front of her appearance.
The people below couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, and someone asked first:
"Who are you?"
Mo Qin smiled and explained to everyone:
"My name is Mo, and I have written three poems. I hope they will catch your eye."
When they heard this surname, everyone immediately realized that this was one of the candidates they were arguing about.
At a poetry meeting, if you use your status to intimidate others, they will not be convinced, but if you have outstanding talent, everyone will be convinced.
After clarifying their identities, everyone thought Mo Qin's suggestion was great.
"This is good, this is good!"
"Just the Flower Word Flowing Cup Order!"
It’s difficult to pick one person, but it’s easy to pick five.
The organizers also thought this proposal was good and immediately changed the rules.
"Flower-shaped wine cup order?" Liang Yubing frowned, her face filled with anger. "What is that?"
In order to prepare for this poetry reading, she has been recalling the ancient poems she had memorized whenever she has free time these days.
She was very confident of winning the poetry competition.
Those poems that have been passed down and selected into Chinese textbooks are all classics. As long as these people have eyes, they will know how good the poems she produced are.
Just when they were about to win, why did Mo Qin suddenly come out and disrupt the situation?
And didn’t Mo Qin also hire someone to write for her? Why did she jump out to cause trouble?
If I had known earlier, I should have killed Mo Qin.
Liang Yubing's maid looked up in surprise, "Miss, how come you don't even remember this?"
After the maid's explanation, Liang Yubing understood the rules. In short, it was a poetry chain game.
When playing the game, people can compose poems or lyrics. The sentences usually do not exceed seven words, and the word "hua" must be included in each sentence.
If it were just like this, Liang Yubing could probably hold on for two more rounds.
Although she doesn't like poetry, she still has some impression of the poems she was required to memorize in textbooks since she was a child.
But this bullshit rule also requires that the first person's sentence must have "花" in the first word, the second person's sentence must have "花" in the second word, and so on, with seven sentences forming a round.
The cycle repeats itself, and those who cannot keep up will be eliminated.
She can't go on stage with cheat sheets, and the order of the five people is still randomly arranged. Isn't this killing her?
Liang Yubing took out the cheat sheet and looked for sentences with flowers, just like a hard-working candidate who was still reviewing desperately before entering the examination room.
The five candidates were quickly ready and were invited to the stage.
Three men and two women, Mo Qin, Liang Yubing, Yun Rongsheng, and two strangers.
After the five people exchanged some pleasantries, the game began.
Everyone got through the first round smoothly.
Except for Liang Yubing, the other four people wrote poems on the spot, so the quality was certainly not as good as Liang Yubing's. Everyone started to cheer for Liang Yubing again.
But Liang Yubing herself was confused by the cheers.
Shit! What was that you just recited?
Two more rounds passed, and the other four were all at ease, only Liang Yubing's face turned green.
Damn, are they all animals? They can even write poems on the spot and chain them together!
Her inventory is almost cleared out.
The host looked at Liang Yubing and reminded:
"Miss Liang? It's your turn."
Liang Yubing knocked his head with his little fist, unable to remember the poem with the fourth word containing "flower".
(End of this chapter)
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