This made Chu Qing much less embarrassed.

"Cough cough... Now, please be careful not to be impatient. Let's read the poem first. If the poem is still acceptable, you can enter the next rating for chanting... If the poem is not acceptable, you will be eliminated for the time being." Old Man Liu put away the eye-catching "poetry" and coughed lightly, then looked at the talented men below and said lightly.

After hearing Old Man Liu's words, everyone's mood became tighter, and they felt an indescribable sense of tension.

The first level is a single-plank bridge. Basically, twenty of these more than thirty talents will be won every year, and the remaining ten will officially start the ranking competition...

Can I get into one of these ten people this year?

If I enter, will I have a chance to win the top spot this year?

Almost everyone has this idea in their minds.

call!

When Chu Qing saw that no one was paying attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being paid attention to was quite bad.

He felt embarrassed today.

Among the eliminated people, he must be the one who has written his own words...

Too bad.

Unfortunately, it has defiled the classics and defiled the classics.

Chu Qing began to regret that he had brought the classics from another world as soon as he was in a hot mind...

No matter what, take a little tea and suppress your shock.

When Chu Qing subconsciously picked up the tea and prepared to drink it, she immediately let it go.

This tea is bitter!

All right.

Didn't there be anything going well today?

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"Xu Haoran's snow song is good, and he does not write about winter, but he uses snow to describe the meaning of winter."

"Huh? Liu Ming's heart-lost praise is also good. He wrote a bit of the meaning of winter bleakness, which seems to have something else to do."

"I think it's still Murong River's frost interesting..."

"Well, yes, Murong He's is also good, he is indeed a top student in the Chinese Department of Yan University."

"What? Is this Ouyang Hua's Plum Blossom Plum Blossom Plum Blossom Plum Blossom... This... Haha, Ouyang Hua is indeed worthy of being the best talent among the younger generation. The things he wrote are really charming and wonderful. Yes! Yes, I personally think it can be included in one of the choices of the Poetry and Book Pavilion."

"Yes, it's really good. With the jade from "Drunk" in front of you, I believe that the top spot this year will become a good story for Ouyang Hua."

"yes!"

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, where is the young talent you highly recommend? I read through his poems... I remember his name is Chu Qing? I want to see how talented he is to write the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but the poem is near dusk..."

"Here, Mr. Jiang, it seems that you are so embarrassing this time. This young man's calligraphy is really unsightly. I see his poems, plum blossoms? Tsk tsk, the idea is quite good, I don't know... what!" Mr. Liu looked at Old Man Jiang happily, with a smile on his face and looked out of Chu Qing's poem, but when he looked at it for the second time, he widened his eyes, and he was as if he was still in shock.

"What's wrong? What's the problem? Is the word so bad?" At this time, Mr. Xu also felt strange and came over. "This... this... how is this... this... this... this... this... this... is it written by him?"

"Even if the young man's handwriting is very bad, it's not like this, right? Let me see, well, although it's very bad, I can still recognize it. At least I can recognize the word? Plum Blossom? Well, what's down there!" Old Chen also walked over and shook his head.

After reading it, Mr. Chen was also stunned.

this……

this……

This is a damn...

this……

He opened his mouth and couldn't speak at once.

It's true that the words are eye-catching, but this poem, this poem...

Is this young man written?

In too...
Chapter completed!