These sons of aristocratic families were all talented. The so-called impromptu poems were nothing more than taking out the previous poems and reciting them.
This improvised poem was quite difficult to make!
"The first round will take two hours. Everyone, write a poem on the paper and hand it to the attendant to recite!"
The maid smiled.
The princes raised their pens and wrote quickly on the paper.
Gong Ziliang also raised his pen. At the same time, it started to rain outside.
"In the pouring rain, pedestrians are slipping."
"On the way, the merchants turned around and sneered."
Soon, the first poem was read.
Immediately, a wave of laughter sounded. This could be called a poem?
Gong Ziliang was also speechless, but his poetry level was probably the same.
With limited culture, everything was up to fate.
An hour passed quietly, and dozens of poems were read.
All of them were ridiculous.
