Long Jian and are undoubtedly smart people.

He has a noble status and ends up in person. It doesn’t matter if he wins. He is no longer short of reputation. If he loses, he will become a laughing stock.

It is naturally the best idea to let Wenbin and Fan Xingyun end up and watch from the wall.

Of course, he was unwilling to be completely out of the matter. This battle is most likely to be recorded in history, and it is just right for the question-setting person.

In addition, Long Jianhe has very high literary literacy. He deeply agrees with Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's analysis and almost believes that Xu Yi's literary name was stolen.

But the key to exposing Xu Yi's true face lies in the proposition.

"I am confident in giving the question to the prince. I would like to ask the prince to come up with a unique idea."

Fan Xingyun bowed.

"That's right, try to be as cold as possible, so that the show will be good at that time."

Wenbin stared at Xu Yi and snorted coldly.

Dragon Sword and waved their hands, "Why do you have to do this? This is what I have. I have an old work. You can write one of them in the same way. The poems are not limited, and the rhythm is all about it. You can get the essence of it."

As soon as the words were finished, a piece of white paper appeared in the dragon sword and the palm, and the sequence of words fell on it.

But it is a short poem:

The beautiful songs of spring and the beautiful poems of praise.

The pain is a grudge, and I miss you forever.

Farewell with one heart, and the thoughts are filled with silence.

The fragrance of the green phoenix is ​​gone, and the golden screen is exposed to the morning.

When you enter the dream, you will be far away, and you will be able to sing words.

I cry and send the resounding revelations, and I keep the poems and write them.

"Showing ugly, show ugly!"

Long Jian and clasped their fists and said, "In order not to waste time, just half a cup of tea is limited."

The text was written very much, and everyone saw it all over the place, but no one applauded it. Long Jianji looked at Xue Zihan with a smile.

"Miracle and wonderful! It's indescribable."

Wenbin suddenly clasped his folding fan in his palm and said to Fan Xingyun, "I don't know where Brother Fan can see the wonder of this poem."

Fan Xingyun pondered for a moment and said, "The words are clear and wonderful, and the artistic conception is a very good poem..."

He said this, but he didn't agree with it. To be fair, this poem was not even considered a work that suited the scene, and it was extremely mediocre. Suddenly, he felt a sudden jump in his heart, "No, it's not right, it's true."

Then, he bowed deeply at the Dragon Sword and said, "The prince's poem is so great that he is willing to bow down. I'll forgive Mr. Fan for not being able to write it in half a cup of tea."

"Mr. Wen is willing to accept the disadvantage."

Wen Bin clasped his fists heavily, "The prince's mind is ingenious, rare in the world, and can be called the best in the world."

Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun were very famous, and the two of them sang together and suddenly became a sensation.

But such a mediocre work cannot afford such high praise no matter how it is. If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

Finally, someone saw the clue, but heard a shout, "I understand, so that's it. This poem can be read backwards and read back from the last word, which is also a poem."

"What!"

"This is impossible!"

"sky!"

“…………”

"really!"

"Sure enough!"

"For fourteen years, the King of Yongdong will live up to the reputation of madness"

“…………”

Shocking and screaming came one after another.

It is really a poem among the demon clan, and no one has ever written a poem like this.

This poem by Long Jianji can be read back and forth just as you read, but it is really unique.

The whole room was noisy, and Wenbin and Fan Xingyun looked at each other and saw regrets from each other.

With the talent of both of them, if you ask yourself that as long as you have enough time, such a poem should not be a problem.

However, Long Jianji won the first place and became a famous name.

But this is good, and such a unique proposition has stumped myself, and the one named Xu is sure to lose.

At this moment, Wenbin said loudly, "Everyone is quiet. Brother Fan and I both asked ourselves that we could not make such an upside-down poem after half a cup of tea, but we have not admitted defeat. Please be quiet, don't be shocked by the soul of the lover's poem, so as not to get time. If we can't make a poem, we blame you."

Long Jian and smiled and said, "With my poetic talent, my mystery should not be overwhelmed."

"If you can't even ask your lover, wouldn't it be a good match? Haha, we must know that our lover's poems were written in the past, no matter what subject, we waved our hand and said, and every word was as bright as it was. Such a talent would definitely not be stumped. Otherwise, we have to doubt whether the so-called talent of the lover's love is to be a talent or a loan, haha..."

Wenbin laughed loudly, as if he had won a great victory in this battle.

Unexpectedly, before his laughter fell, a piece of white paper appeared in Xu Yi's palm. In an instant, a row of words fell on him, but he saw him writing: Fallen snow and fragrant trees, and the faint red rain and light clouds.

The thin moon is filled with fragrance and mist, and the flowing wind dances with beautiful flowers.

As the poems and essays appeared, someone immediately read them: "The flowers danced beautifully, the fog was fragrant, the moon was thin, the clouds were light and the rain was red, and the trees were fragrant and the snow fell."

boom!

"It's really a reversal reading, it's a half cup of tea!"

"No, you can create this inverted poem in just a few dozen breaths, just a few dozen breaths. It's simply a ghost of poetry."

"If you don't attack, you will be defeated, and if you don't attack, you will be defeated, and rumors are rumors."

"Now who dares to say that he is asking his lover to deceive the world and steal the reputation? This inverted poem has only been published today. Who will copy it?"

“…………”

Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's face looked like earth, and his heart was almost in full swing.

Especially Fan Xingyun, he really analyzed Xu Yi's poems word by word, proving from a microscopic perspective that those poems could never be written by one person.

But now Xu Yi wrote an inverted poem in an instant, completely overturning his deeply rooted logical thinking.

After all, poetry can be copied, but how can it be copied inverted?

If it weren't for Long Jian and, he wouldn't even know that someone in the world was playing with poetry like this.

Of course, he broke his head and could not have imagined that behind Xu Yi was a complete civilization.

Poetry and articles have reproduced to an unimaginable height. In that splendid civilization and thousands of years of literary history, something strange has never happened? What kind of genius with exquisite thoughts has never been born?

The sensation in the audience was not long before it finally stopped.

Long Jian and Chong Xu Yi clasped their fists and said, "Ask the Lover, it is indeed extraordinary. However, this poem is imitated in a very hasty manner and is not a good work. It seems to be inconsistent with the Youyou's past talent. Although it is better than Wenbin and Fan Xingyun, it is not worthy of my knowledge."

Long Jian and dared to take out their minds to bet, but they never expected Xu Yi to win.

Because his inverted poems are impossible to copy in just half a cup of tea. As long as Xu Yi can't do it, no matter whether he and Wenbin and Fan Xingyun's battles are divided or not, they will be able to decide whether they will win or not.

If you ask about your lover's name, you will be defeated without any attack.

But now, Xu Yi actually made it in half a cup of tea. What’s even more troublesome is that Fan Xingyun and Wenbin are timid when they come up, and this makes the situation awkward.

But no matter what, he really didn't want to give his two hearts to Xu Yi, but he couldn't take it back directly in front of everyone, and he always had to say something in the scene.

"In a hurry, the quality is indeed not high."

Xu Yi smiled slightly, and Long Jian and his heart were delighted, and continued, "It's already extraordinary, it's already extraordinary. It took him an hour to write this article."

In fact, he had been holding it in for many days and nights before he could barely write such an article.
Chapter completed!