Why is it him again? Didn’t he eliminate him in the first round just now? Li Er looked back at the judges with a strange expression, then turned to look at the Demon Cheng who was holding the small wine jar.

At this time, Li Er should be too speechless. He finally made a whim to appreciate the first place in the second question. Now, if you don’t mention it, the quality will definitely make people unable to comment...

Although the boss was reluctant to say something, Li Er took the answer sheet. All the civil and military officials focused on the emperor. Even the audience not far away stretched their necks to look here. After all, they were the first to hand in the second question, and now there is only such a poem for viewing.

"Haha, Xiao Mo has grown up. This time he is still a five-character regulated verse." Li Er joked at Cheng Yaojin with a smile, but after seeing the content clearly, he stopped talking. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and read it again.

All the officials were puzzled. What? What exactly is it? Is it so shocking? The emperor was stunned? Need to read it twice?

"Your Majesty, what is my boy writing? If he dares to write randomly, I will not peel him off." Cheng Yaojin couldn't help asking.

Li Er laughed loudly and handed the test paper to Changsun Wuji beside him, and then ordered: "Come here, send orders to send a snack to each ship. I think these children are hungry."

What's going on? Everyone is guessing what it is written in. The emperor even gave him a meal?

At this time, Changsun Wuji next to him couldn't help laughing, and then read out the poem: "

The full moon in the sky, I look like meat naan.

It was a full moon when it was released, and it was a crescent moon when it was bitten.

Unfortunately, on the ground, my hands were not long enough.

If I were in the sky, I would pick the moon and make naan.”

Everyone was paying attention to this poem. After listening to it, they were silent for two seconds. Then they burst into laughter and burst into laughter. How hungry are you, wanting to go to the sky to eat the moon.

The female family members, including the queen, couldn't help but cover their mouths. Xiao Xuanxuan and Yizi were almost full. When they heard someone talking about meat naan, Xiao Xuanxuan looked up and recalled a little naively: "I have eaten meat naan at my master's house, it's delicious."

Seeing that his son was ridiculed by the house, Cheng Yaojin blushed. This time he really couldn't interrupt him anymore. He secretly scolded this guy in his heart. He knew that he was not good at literary talent, but he didn't know how to learn smarter. He hid inside and didn't come out, so what else could he give?

"Bastard Cheng Chumo, you got out for me, what poem did you write?" Cheng Yaojin, who was furious, put down the wine jar and strode to the shore and shouted.

But Cheng Chumo did not come out and hid in the cabin and responded: "Dad, that poem was not written by a child, I did not hand over the paper."

At this moment, a man shouted a good poem. When everyone saw that it was Yuchi Jingde, the military general sitting beside Cheng Yaojin. This black general is famously uneducated. What should I call him at this time?

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but turn around and rolled his eyes and cursed: "You old man, it's fine for those poor and poor kidding my son, but you're also bullying the younger generation? Do you need me to fight you for three hundred rounds?"

Yuchi Gong didn't care, so he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all, "Old Cheng, I really applauded.

Your Dalang's poem is easy to understand and not to say, but it is extremely courageous. I don't care about anything else. In the last sentence, the courage to pick the moon from heaven, I'm afraid few people dare to say this. This child is good, and he will definitely have great skills in the future."

Cheng Yaojin was speechless. This is just a foodie who is extremely hungry and dares to say anything. What kind of courage does he have?

"Yes, although this poem is a work of oil, it also has remarkable points. I think that General Yuchi said very well, Cheng Chumo is very fond of martial arts and literature, and it is well known that military generals should have a momentum in their writing, regardless of their elegance."

This was said by Yu Shinan. The great scholar praised him. Then this time it was not a ridicule. Cheng Yaojin's face looked good, and he thought that he still wanted the great scholars of the world to comment. How accurate is this evaluation? If it were the poverty around him, it would be a disadvantage.

"Hahahaha, thank you Mr. Boshi for his kind words. It's just a dog's graffiti. What kind of courage can a child have? I laugh at you when I see you." Cheng Yaojin hurriedly saluted Yu Shinan.

Then he bowed to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, today's poetry meeting is a place where literati and talented people are performing. Our kids have studied martial arts at that time on weekdays. It is probably difficult for them to dance and write about writing. The children are hungry, so it's better to let them come up and be an audience."

Before the emperor could speak, Xu Jingzong next to him laughed again: "General Cheng, the young master is very bold in writing poetry. It is much better than the previous poem to catch fish and eat shrimps. It can be seen that he has just entered a good state, so why should he withdraw it now?"

Cheng Yaojin turned his head and pretended to be angry: "Old Xu, no one thinks you are a mute if you don't speak, so much trouble."

Everyone laughed, and Li Er nodded: "Zhijie said very well, so call these children up and leave behind those who are willing to persist."

Cheng Motto walked to the edge of Qujiang Pool with satisfaction and shouted to it: "Bastard, why don't you come up quickly? Let you participate and write the third song. I'm afraid that your father will lose all my face. I'll see if I don't deal with you when I go back."

"Dad, that's really not what I did. I didn't hand in the paper at all."

"Nonsense, who are you, the number eight of A??"

"Really, the child is No. 18, not No. 8."

Oh? Cheng Yaojin turned around and looked at Emperor Li Er. Li Er turned to look at Changsun Wuji who was holding the test paper beside him. The old fox looked down and said, "Ha, I'm really wrong. The name of A is No. 8, and the name here is Yuchi Baolin."

When Xu Jingzong heard this, he quickly apologized: "Hehe, that's because I misunderstood before, and made a mistake."

Who? Yuchi Baolin? The child of Lao Hei’s family?

Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly, pointed at Yuchi Gong and said, "Lao Hei, it's your boss. Sure enough, he is even more brave than my son. He wants to go to heaven to eat the moon."

After being surrounded by everyone, Yuchi Gong's face turned black and red, and he said angrily: "What kind of shit is this bastard? Look, I won't cut him off!"

OK, I just said it was written by Cheng Chumo. Don’t you praise me for being brave? Now it’s a bullshit poem if you change to your own son?

Yuchi Gong is very concerned about face, so he stood up and went to find his son to educate him. Everyone hurriedly held him, just having fun in poetry, what are you serious about? Emperor Li Er advised everyone, "Okay, stop making trouble, let's not affect other students' mood of writing poetry."

Yes, this time has not been short, and people have started handing in papers one after another.

"Well? Du Shaoming, who was born in a poor family, is so talented and quick-witted? I actually got his answer again." Lu Deming, assistant professor of the Imperial College, said in surprise, and then read out the poem written by Wu Zhao in his hand loudly: "The beautiful soul rises in the sky, and the fairy sounds among the clouds are silent; the autumn colors are equally full, and they will accompany the clouds and the thousands of miles of brightness."
Chapter completed!