The two talented men raised their hands and gave way to Ling Yuyanqian.

"That little girl would rather be respectful than obey my orders!"

Ling Yuyan covered her lips with a fan and bowed to the two talented men who were giving her a courtesy. She frowned slightly for a moment, opened her red lips slightly, and uttered a sweet voice like an oriole, composing a five-character quatrain that she believed could definitely win the title.

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"Good! Wonderful! How wonderful!"

Not only did the two talents on the stage praise her loudly, but all the failed talents and beauties in the audience, as well as the people watching, all cheered loudly for Ling Yuyan's poems.

Ling Yuyan, who couldn't help but feel happy and whose vanity was greatly satisfied, faced the crowd cheering for her and thanked her: "My little lady, I would like to thank everyone for your support!"

The soft and melodious voice was once again met with applause and cheers from the crowd.

"You two gentlemen, please!" When everyone in the audience stopped, Ling Yuyan said politely to the two talented men standing not far away from her.

"Brother Ren, you come first!"

The talented man in a green shirt raised his hands and said to the tall and thin man in a moon-white gown next to him.

"Thank you, Brother Li, for your courtesy. You're welcome, Ren."

After being humbled, the tall and thin man composed a poem without thinking.

It was also met with constant applause.

"Ziran, what do you think?" Xuanyuan Qing turned his head and asked the handsome man in white clothes sitting on his left.

This man in white clothes has a surname of Mo, a first name of Muyun, and a courtesy name of Ziran.

He is a famous talented man in the capital and even Xuanyuan.

"Yes, the poems written by Miss Ling Er and Mr. Ren are both excellent works. However, from the perspective of artistic conception, Mo Mou is more optimistic about the poems written by Mr. Ren."

Mo Muyun is a man of good character. He has no contempt for others just because he is friends with Qi Wang Xuanyuan Qing.

He sought truth from facts and answered Qi Wang Xuanyuan Qing's question.

Ling Yuyan, who was feeling complacent when she went out, didn't know that she had already missed her leader.

In the eyes of the great talent Mo Muyun, boudoir poetry is not at the same level as the majestic works of male poetry.

Due to King Qi's face, the comments from Mo Muyun's mouth had already given Ling Yuyan enough dignity.

The talented man named Li, after the talented man in front of him finished composing a poem, composed a poem in an extremely arrogant tone that completely lost his original standard.

Scattered applause broke out, making Li Caizi feel ashamed.

Ling Yuyan felt that the leader was definitely hers. A look of disdain flashed across her eyes, she moved lightly, and arrived in front of Ling Wushuang, and said to her softly: "Sister, are you ready? Everyone is waiting for you.

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With a smile as bright as a flower, Ling Wushuang pretended to be shy and replied in a weak voice: "Sister, my throat is a little uncomfortable. If you don't mind, sister, how about I write it directly on the paper?"

It's so funny that Dou Da doesn't know a few Chinese characters, but he doesn't feel ashamed and wants to write down poems with his pen in front of the two princes and Xuanyuan's "most talented man", Mr. Ran.

This time she has been humiliated so much. How can she continue to live in the world? She was lucky last time and survived. Next time, she may not have such a good life!

Ling Yuyan suppressed the ridicule that filled her eyes and said softly: "What's not possible? My sister has seen her talent before. Good poems and good calligraphy are written on paper by my sister's hands. It couldn't be better. Think of it twice.

The prince and several other judges have no objections."
Chapter completed!