Chapter 32 That's Supreme Glory

  Seeing Master Tang and Yun Liangze start to read poetry together, the ladies of all races are all excited and anxious.

   "I wonder if the poem I wrote will be fancy?"

   "If you can get Master Tang's affirmation, that would be supremely glorious."

   "Ms. Shen Jia is here. We want to get ahead, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

   "Shen Ningbi is a talented woman, we may not be better than her."

   "The best should be Shen Ningbi, but the worst is definitely Feng Qianwei."

   "It's also a good thing to have that straw bag at the bottom."

  "..."

  Everyone talked in private, and did not dare to speak too loudly, so as not to affect the two reviewers.

   "Girl, aren't you nervous?"

Feng Jiugu squeezed a cold sweat for Feng Qianwei, and he didn't want his sister to lose face.

   "What's so nervous about me? I write very well."

  Feng Qianwei said seriously, causing the Feng Family standing behind to sneer for a while.

   "Bah, dare to say this, it's really cheeky."

   Feng fluttered and said disdainfully, the other sisters who had come out didn't dare to laugh so blatantly, but they were all ordinary faces in private. When Feng Qianwei was bullied, they did not lose sight of them.

  Feng's mother, Bai Suqing, looked at Feng Qianwei, with a bit of worry in her eyes, but more of pity.

   "See the results have come out."

  Someone exclaimed, and everyone craned their necks quickly, trying to see more clearly.

  All the poems are arranged in order according to their pros and cons.

   "The first poem is called "Autumn Moon"."

  Feng Kumu read the poem after seeing the neat handwriting on it.

  "The clear stream flows over the top of the Bishan Mountain, and the water is clear and fresh in autumn.

  The red dust is 30 miles away, and the white clouds and red leaves are two leisurely. "

  After he finished reading this poem, he couldn't help clapping his hands.

   "Okay! What a good poem!"

  Although I don’t know who wrote this poem, after reading it, he felt that this poem was particularly wonderful, with a sense of otherworldliness.

   "My sister wrote this poem! No one can write it except my sister."

  Shen Ningru said proudly, thinking that Shen Ningbi must be the first.

   "Miss Shen is really amazing!"

   "This poem is really full of autumn."

   Everyone started to praise, but Shen Ningbi looked ugly.

  She saw that her poems were ranked second. She had always been the first, but she was ranked second.

  She couldn’t believe it!

   "The old man and Young Master Yun think this poem is the best."

  Master Tang said, he felt that he hadn't come in vain to see such a wonderful poem.

   "This poem is called Qiuyue, but I have never seen any sentence that writes the month, I'm afraid that the meaning of the title does not match the content."

  Shen Ningbi said unconvincingly, how can such an off-topic poem compare with her poem?

  She felt that they must have chosen the wrong one, and she did not find such a big shortcoming.

  When everyone heard her say this, they immediately felt very reasonable.

   However, they also realized that this poem was not written by Shen Ningbi, who did it?

  "Absurd! The most wonderful thing about this poem is that there is no moon written in it. However, the moon is seen everywhere. It is precisely because the moon is bright and clear that there is such a clear picture of autumn under the moon."

  Master Tang said displeasedly, he most hates people who don’t know how to pretend.

  "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, otherwise it will only show that your level is too low and ignorant."

  His words made Shen Ningbi's complexion pale and completely lost.

   "This poem is not Ms. Shen's work, who wrote it?"

  Everyone has this doubt.

  "Unveiled now."

  The maid stepped forward and carefully uncovered the paper.

  When I saw the signature above, everyone was petrified into sculptures.

   "It can't be her!"

   "Damn it!"

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  (End of this chapter)