Wu Yuan had some doubts in his heart, but felt that it was unlikely.
The face he looks like now, not to mention that of Ouyang Shishi, I am afraid that even Xin Ruyan and others may not be able to recognize him at a glance without knowing it.
In the end, Wu Yuan only attributed Ouyang Shishi's target to that painting.
"Everyone can write their own masterpieces on rice paper without signing. Finally, I will shuffle them and you will choose the poem you think is the best."
Ouyang Shishi's decision was quite fair.
Master Huo and Mr. Zheng also nodded secretly, which is good, they have confidence in their works.
Soon everyone began to immerse themselves in it. Looking at this posture, almost everyone had stocks, which saved time.
Wu Yuan did not rush to write, because he had too many stocks, and all of them were famous quatrains through the ages. For a while, he didn't know which one to write.
"It must be it, lest anyone be dissatisfied." Wu Yuan muttered.
Seeing Wu Yuan also writing, Xin Ruyan and Xile came over.
Ouyang Shishi hesitated for a moment and then walked over.
They don't make any comments anyway, you can just look around.
However, when she saw Wu Yuan's first two sentences, Ouyang Shishi's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
Ouyang Shishi looked at Wu Yuan in disbelief. Of course she had also heard that when the man in front of her was still the prince, he composed quatrains that have been passed down through the ages.
But seeing it is better than hearing it. Seeing Duo Wuyuan write poetry with my own eyes is indescribable.
Even Ouyang Shishi is doubting that there is really a reincarnation of Wen Quxing in this world?
Xin Ruyan and Xile also looked at Wu Yuan in shock. Wu Yuan had never let them down when it came to composing poems, but even if they were mentally prepared, they would still be amazed by Wu Yuan's poems.
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By this time, others had already stopped writing one after another.
But when I saw the warblers surrounding Wu Yuan, I couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
At any rate, you girls should come and see us, too?
But some people reacted, especially after seeing Ouyang Shishi's reaction, they knew that Wu Yuan's poems must not be simple, and the pressure doubled for a while.
Even Master Huo and Mr. Zheng frowned slightly and had a bad feeling.
They don't want to be compared by a young man anymore. If they have to lose even writing poems at the hands of that young man, how can they have the dignity to call themselves Mr. Master in the future?
Under everyone's complicated gaze, Wu Yuan finally stopped writing.
Then I realized that I was being watched.
He immediately challenged Ouyang Shishi and said, "Shishi, do you still like my poem?"
Ouyang Shishi opened her mouth. She knew that Wu Yuan was provoking her and responding to her deliberate targeting just now.
Although she didn't want to see Wu Yuan's proud expression, this poem was beyond the scope of her evaluation.
In the end, he just said: "This round, I will not participate in the evaluation."
Then he looked back at the others, and after making sure that everyone else had stopped writing, he asked someone to collect all the works.
In order to prevent these people from identifying who wrote the notes, two maids copied all the poems directly, and then displayed all the copied works, and a dozen maids held them up with their hands to show them to everyone.
Xin Ruyan, Xile, Ouyang Shishi and others all stepped aside, but they still couldn't help but look in one direction.
That poem seems to have a magical power that makes people unable to help but read it carefully.
While others were reading, Xile joked to Ouyang Shishi: "Shishi, it seems like you have no choice."
In response to this, Ouyang Shishi also sighed softly, "It seems like this, but sister Xile won't be unhappy, right? It seems that I chose the best person away?"
Xile waved her hand generously, "I don't like it when it's so ugly. Just like it."
Ouyang Shishi was speechless, "Did I say what I like?"
"Ah? Don't you like it? If that's the case, then I won't be polite, sister." Xile's eyes were full of smiles.
After hearing this, Ouyang Shishi quickly said: "I...I didn't say I didn't like it."
Seeing Ouyang Shishi's blushing and shy look, Xile was stunned and said, "What a charming little elf. I really got an advantage over that bastard."
Xin Ruyan on the side also nodded in sympathy.
Ouyang Shishi's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked at that surprisingly ugly face with a somewhat complicated mood, thinking, "How can this person be so talented?"
While the girls were joking with each other, the people over there, including Master Huo and Mr. Zheng, were standing in front of a maid.
To be precise, he was standing in front of the rice paper held by the maid.
That was clearly Wu Yuan’s song “I’m About to Enter the Wine.”
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back to you after all the money I have spent."
"What kind of fairy quatrain is this? It's so wonderful!"
"A famous saying through the ages, this must be a famous saying through the ages."
"I am very lucky to see this poem in this life." Mr. Zheng said with excitement on his face.
These words resonated with everyone.
Some people also said: "I pride myself on being quite talented in poetry, but now I feel that what I wrote is undoubtedly rubbish."
After reading this poem "About to Enter the Wine", everyone could no longer appreciate other poems.
Even Master Huo and Mr. Zheng also burst into admiration.
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names."
"I'm convinced!" Master Huo said with a look of admiration.
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will bring you fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"
"Once this poem was published, I'm afraid no one will be able to surpass it in the future." Mr. Zheng added.
Then, someone finally asked: "Master Huo, Mr. Zheng, didn't you write this poem?"
Others also reacted. Judging from the reactions of Master Huo and Mr. Zheng, it was obviously not written by them.
But if it wasn't these two seniors present, who else could be there?
Almost subconsciously, everyone looked at Wu Yuan.
At this time, Wu Yuan was secretly picking his nose. Just when he was feeling sour, he was a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many people.
"What are you looking at? You've never seen anyone pick their nose?"
Everyone was completely defeated by Wu Yuan's words.
Then I heard someone wailing: "God, please, it can't be him. As long as it's not him, anyone will do."
Although these words expressed everyone's feelings, they all understood that this wish would eventually come true.
Because they also remembered the scene where Wu Yuan was being watched just now, and the surprise on the faces of Ouyang Shishi and the girls at that time, which was exactly the same as theirs.
Wu Yuan was unhappy when he saw these people still staring at him, "I won't pick my nose anymore, can you please stop looking?"