After the butler of Zheng's mansion and other VIPs sat down, he said loudly, "Although there are constant natural disasters and wars, fortunately, I, the city lord of Anqing, have good disasters and good governance, so that the whole city will not be trapped in turmoil..."

The official article of the Zheng Mansion Manager has attracted many people's contempt. Although the city lord Zheng is not a corruption, he cannot escape the charge of passive slacking off work. The dilemma of the people of Anqing has a lot to do with his mediocrity.

However, the people didn't come to listen to their official accent, just for the little gifts. Therefore, although there were booing from time to time, no one made trouble.

After the Zheng Mansion Manager said another high-sounding official speech, he said to the young talent on the stage, "Today's poetry recitation conference is the same as in previous years. There are three levels. The first level is the couplet. The first level is the couplet. The first line is 'The sky is close to the mountain and the sky is farther away from the mountain'. Please tell me the second line. The four who answered the best answers can enter the second level. Dear young masters, you can start now."

As soon as the test questions were released, the stage became lively. The talented men robe fluttered in white robes and misty paper fans, rushing to express the second couplet. Among the twenty or thirty talents, the best one is Mr. Li Mingchang, Mr. Chen Jingyang, and Mr. Murong Bowen, the favorite candidate to win the championship.

Li Mingchang replied, "The road is at your feet and the road is even more difficult when you are middle-aged."

Chen Jingyang replied, "The clouds hang on the city wall and climb to the top of the wall and clouds disappear."

Murong Bowen replied, "The land is connected to the coast and the land is empty again"

This pair is more difficult, except for these three, the rest are not good, and there is only one place left for the four promotions to the second level.

"Can I try it?"

A whisper suddenly came from the audience. Everyone looked in the voice and saw a beautiful girl walking onto the stage.

It was Princess Lingxiang who had been preparing for a long time! Yu Wan looked at her with interest, and wanted to see how this little girl was going to show off.

"A woman, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Li Mingchang hand-cranked the paper fan and glanced at Ling Xiang disdainfully.

But Ling Xiang only smiled faintly and bowed to Zheng Zongwang, who was sitting in Taichung, and asked, "Do you dare to ask the city lord, is there any rule that women cannot participate in the competition?"

Zheng Zongwang has always liked to make friends through literature, so he would not care about the other party's gender, especially for such a beautiful woman. "This government has never restricted the age and gender of the contestants. Any talented person can participate. Please tell me your second couplet."

After Ling Xiang thanked her, she walked on the stage with her hands behind her back and said, "The sun hangs on the cape and the boat enters the deep sea and the sun is higher."

The moment she smiled, her every move exuded a fascinating aura. In an instant, the young masters who had read countless girls on the stage secretly fell in love with each other.

"Good, fine, neat and without losing the mood, please ask the girl for her name?"

Lord Zheng smiled with his hands and looked at Princess Lingxiang with interest.

Ling Xiang smiled and said, "The little woman's surname is Zhu and her name is Weiling."

"As the name of the person, he is full of spirit." Lord Zheng nodded faintly, "This mansion announced that the four friends who can advance to the second level are Li Mingchang, Chen Jingyang, Ouyang Bowen and Zhu Weiling."

The advanceees were naturally very happy, and the one who was beaten down had to go home dejectedly. After all, the only purpose of these young men here was to be Miss Zheng's companion, and they didn't take other gifts seriously.

Lord Zheng looked at the four advanced people with a smile. After a stick of incense, he spoke, "Butler, the second question can be started."

"People, please read the question!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the housekeeper spread a roll of yellow paper on the table, and a landscape painting appeared on the paper: I saw mountains and ridges, peaks and ridges, sunset slanting, clouds and mists. What a beautiful picture of swallowing mountains and rivers overlooking all living beings!

The butler continued, "Please write a poem with this map of mountains and rivers as the theme."

Using scenery to express emotions, poetry to express one's aspirations was their strength. Soon, the four candidates on the stage stopped writing and answering.

Li Mingchang first said, "Everyone, I'm going to show my ugly face."

After pausing, he took a deep breath before saying, "The mountains are high and the wind is strong, and the geese are passing by late and the clouds are low. If the real dragon appears, the five mountains will return to one heart."

"Although the momentum is not weak, it is empty. Let's wait for it first." City Lord Zheng made a comment merciless comment. "Who is the next one?"

Chen Jingyang, who was standing beside him, covered his mouth and laughed for a moment before saying loudly, "I come first. The dark clouds are everywhere in the sky, and I climb the tower alone. The wind is gloomy and rain falls, and we will be sad forever!"

"After having artistic conception, it's still a bit mediocre after all." Lord Zheng's face slowed down slightly, then he turned his eyes to Murong Bowen and said, "Nephew Murong, are your poems ready?"

Murong Bowen waited for this moment! Last year, he finally won the championship with his extraordinary style and was fortunate to be Miss Zheng's companion for a year. Although he still failed to capture her heart, Murong Bowen believes that those who have ambition will succeed!

With everyone looking forward to it, Murong Bowen put away the paper fan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then opened his golden mouth after five steps.

"The mountains are covered with mountains at dusk, and the clouds and mists are shrouded in thousands of miles. The high place is cold, and the flowers fall in the south mountain. The wind is beautiful and the mountains are beautiful. The mountains are beautiful. The peaks are back and I will never give up. The road turns and embarks on the journey back."

"Miracle!" Zheng Chengzhu was so excited that he praised, "Fresh and elegant, ups and downs, the combination of virtual and real and positive descriptions are natural, unconventional, good poems and good poems."

Seeing Murong Bowen's proud look, Chen Jingyang couldn't help but be angry. He was afraid that this year the winner would be Murong Bowen again. It's really unfair to be the winner. Why is this bastard boy every time the winner is this bastard!

Fortunately, Li Mingchang is at the bottom of the market, and he can enter the third level even if he is not good enough. He will perform well in the next round.

However, City Lord Zheng was quite interested in Ling Xiang, and smiled and said, "Miss Zhu, where is yours?"

Ling Xiang has never been a person who likes to show off. She sang a promise to Zhengcheng and said, "I have long admired the mountains and admired the mountains and ridges, and I admired the flowers and fell. I don't let go of the idle clouds and listened to the night rain, and the slow grass was growing and weeds were awesome. There are also people in the deep and deep paths, and there are several families in a bay of streams. When I go to the tourists who come back to sell medicine, I go to the island clouds without hesitation. I ask about wine in Taohua Town in the flag pavilion, and ask about tea in the ancient temple for Zen sounds."

This poem not only rhymes, but also has a very neat parallelism. There is also a lot of spiritual energy between the lines. More importantly, there is no pile of text and characters, and the picture is full of sense, even Yu Wan's eyes lit up.

As for Zheng Zongwang, let alone, he talked endlessly about Ling Xiang's praise, which made Murong Bowen grit his teeth when he heard it.

Li Mingchang and Chen Jingyang got off the stage with tactfulness. Lord Zheng looked at Murong Bowen with satisfaction and Princess Ling Xiang, "Congratulations to both of you, enter this next round. In the last level, the little girl Zheng Yixue will give the question in person!"

Zheng Yixue... The daughter of the city lord, Miss Zheng! Everyone was excited. Miss Zheng gave the question in person. This was the first time. The daughter of the city lord, who has only heard of her name but never seen her. This time she can finally see her beauty.

The hungry and thirsty audience below cheered, thrusting Xu Hu and others into breathlessness, "What are you trying to squeeze? I haven't seen a woman before!" "I said that the fat man behind me, if you dare to touch me again, I will ruin you!"

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Under the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis, Zheng Yixue came onto the stage in a pink long skirt: she saw her black hairpin with jade beads, her temples were inserted with slanted hairpins, her face was like peach and plum, her eyebrows were curved, her eyes were crystal clear, her chin was slightly chin, her red lips and white teeth were shining, and her shiny. But for Yu Wan, the most eye-catching thing was her plump and round part. Look at her posture, she must have at least a C cup. Not to mention her temperament and appearance, the cup alone was definitely comparable to Ling Xiang. Did women in ancient times eat so nutritiously?

"Sister Xue, why bother you to ask yourself to give the questions?"

Mr. Murong smiled gracefully and wanted to walk over to support her, but the latter ignored her.

It seems that Zheng Yixue is also an extremely cold woman. She just glanced at Murong Bowen and Ling Xiang lightly, and said, "Reciting poems is common for you. The little girl has been quite interested in metaphysics recently. I wonder if you can discuss and communicate with me?"
Chapter completed!