On the top of Mount Hua, the scene of the poetry competition.

Several tourists around Su Qing and Qin Yulin's two girls frowned slightly again.

One of the slightly fat middle-aged tourists said: "For this girl, the poem "Wangnan Peak" is naturally far from comparable to Mr. Li Fan's poem, but it is not an exaggeration to say that this poem has the style of Mr. Li Fan."

Qin Yulin glared at her eyes and was about to refute, but Su Qing quickly pinched her waist gently, with the obvious meaning, and told the girl not to argue.

Qin Yulin naturally understood what Su Qing meant, curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Of course it's exaggerating, it doesn't have the style of Mr. Li Fan at all."

Although Qin Yulin's voice was small, the slightly fat tourists still heard it and said, "This girl, what do you mean is this poem is very bad? It means that so many of us have inaccurate evaluations?"

After hearing this, Qin Yulin snorted and said, "This poem is not too bad, it's average, and I can barely show it. But if you have the style of Mr. Li Fan, it's still a long way to go. Your evaluation is indeed not very accurate."

Before the fat tourist could speak, a tall and thin tourist next to him was unhappy and said, "How can you understand any poems as a girl? It's not certain whether you can understand this poem or not. You dare to say that their evaluation is inaccurate."

Su Qing had a headache. Seeing that Qin Yulin wanted to say something else, she quickly said: "I'm very sorry, we shouldn't comment on ourselves. It is very normal for different people to have different evaluations of a poem. In short, I'm disturbing you."

Qin Yulin heard Su Qing say this, and it was hard to say anything more, but he just glared at the tall and thin tourist with a angrily look.

Then, Su Qing pulled Qin Yulin back to Li Fan.

Li Fan looked at Qin Yulin and reached out to touch Qin Yulin's hair. The girl looked very cute in anger.

"Okay! Don't be angry. Everyone has their own evaluation, and their evaluation is not wrong. That poem is indeed good. If you can write such a poem, you have already had a certain level of poetry. You can barely be considered a professional poet." Li Fan said.

After hearing this, Qin Yulin pouted and said "Oh", and he was no longer angry.

But things often cannot end like this.

Only a slightly mocking voice sounded in the ears of the three of them, "Battle to be considered a professional poet? This gentleman has a very high vision."

Li Fan, Su Qing and Qin Yulin turned their heads at the same time and saw a young man in his 30s looking at them, with a hint of mocking expression on his face not regressing.

Obviously, he said what he said just now.

Before Li Fan could speak, Qin Yulin glared at the sight and said first: "Who are you? What do you mean?"

The young man snorted and said, "I just heard what you said over there. Although you are beautiful, it does not mean that you know how to appreciate poetry. If you don't understand, it's better not to comment on yourself."

Qin Yulin looked at the young man and said, "You can't be the author of the poem "Wangnan Peak", right?"

The young man said, "That's Brother Lin's poem. The boy is not talented, but he is the author of the poem "The Peak of the Mountain". The girl in "Forget the South Peak" doesn't even see it. My song "The Peak of the Mountain" is probably not the girl's eyes."

The young man is named Wang Lun, and he is a professional poet. Today he came to the top of Mount Hua to participate in this poetry discussion competition held by the Fuyun Poetry Society.

"The Mountain Top" is his proud work, and the onlookers' reviews are also very good.

The author of "Wangnan Peak" is Lin Rufeng, who is also a professional poet and has some interactions with Wang Lun.

The two of them were just in the crowd, listening to the people around them commenting on the two poems "Looking at the South Peak" and "The Mountain Top", almost full of praise, and were secretly complacent and complacent.

They are professional poets. Isn’t that a piece of cake when they come to participate in this level of poetry competition?

Especially when everyone said that their poems were quite like Li Fan's style, they were even more proud, which was a very high evaluation.

But as they listened, they heard the conversation between Qin Yulin and several tourists, which made them feel a little unhappy. If they hadn't seen Qin Yulin as being too beautiful, they would definitely have to mock him.

Then, they watched Qin Yulin and Su Qing return to Li Fan, and also saw Li Fan touching Qin Yulin's hair, which was quite intimate.

It turns out that both beauties already have a "owner".

Wang Lun and Lin Rufeng were envious and jealous of Li Fan, and he was even more unhappy when he remembered Qin Yulin's comment on the poem "Wang Nan Feng".

"Brother Lin, when I go and ridicule them, I dare to comment on Brother Lin's "Wangnan Peak" like this. I just don't understand poetry." Wang Lun said to Lin Rufeng.

Then, he quietly approached Li Fan, Su Qing and Qin Yulin.

But I never had it. As soon as I got closer, I heard what Li Fan said to Qin Yulin again.

"Can you barely be considered a professional poet? It's such a big tone." Wang Lun thought of this in his heart, and then he couldn't help but speak the previous sentence.

The subsequent scene is as described in the previous article.

Qin Yulin listened to Wang Lun's words and said lightly: "Since you are the author of "The Mountain Top", I didn't say how your poem is like? What did you come here to do?"

"This..." Wang Lun was speechless for a moment, and Qin Yulin's answer was completely different from what he imagined.

Su Qing laughed "puke" and said this girl's words the best.

Li Fan was also a little smiled. As for the sarcastic look on Wang Lun's face before, he was completely uneasy and did not intend to pay attention.

Qin Yulin looked at the other party and was very proud of her for a moment, and looked at Li Fan with some credit.

Wang Lun was speechless for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He quickly snorted to cover up his speechlessness.

Then, suddenly remembered what Li Fan said to Qin Yulin before, and his eyes lit up, and he quickly turned his finger to Li Fan and said, "This gentleman just said that Brother Lin Rufeng, the author of "Wangnan Peak", can be regarded as a professional poet, and the gentleman has a high vision."

Li Fan glanced at Wang Lun and said lightly: "It's not that he has high vision, it's just an objective evaluation of seeking truth from facts."

"Oh? Is that true?" Wang Lun's face faintly smiled, and he continued: "So, sir is quite good at poetry."

Li Fan could naturally capture the malicious smile on Wang Lun's face, but he was silent and said lightly: "I did write some poems before."

"Oh? Is that?" Wang Lun's smile became more obvious, and he continued: "It seems that Mr. Husband is indeed a master of poetry. Since that's the case, this is just a poetry competition. Why don't you write a poem on the spot? It's also a way to appreciate Mr. Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Husband Hu

Li Fan was not surprised by Wang Lun's words, but he was not very interested now.

So he smiled slightly and replied, "I'm sorry, I don't have that interest now."
Chapter completed!