Luo Xuejun's only regret is that Wang Qiuping was not captured. He remembered that the six soldiers had gone there. But on second thought, after he won first place tonight, he immediately showed that he was a cold man, so he didn't worry about bad things for the six soldiers.

Luo Xuejun is very confident that he will win the first prize tonight. Some of the talented men who relied on him offered their poems and lyrics to express their loyalty. Luo Xuejun's talent is not bad and he has strong adaptability. In Luo Xuejun's heart, there is only one night when he can make great progress.

Hit hard! Hit hard! Yang Yuanliang's lounge was filled with hurried footsteps. Gu Qiyuan ran over with a voter and asked Yang Yuanliang at the door: "You said that Luo Xuejun took refuge in the severe cold in the north and hurt many talented people, this is true!"

Hearing this, "Let's be quiet. I'll tell you the rules. Everyone should be prepared. This time, it is not easy for foreign talents. They have a small painting of Dongsan ......"

The rules are not difficult to understand, that is, three people from each country, to compete, three rounds of two wins are blind, and the blind ratio means that the draw takes the number of 1 to 6, before which can not get a good job, the name of the author cannot be revealed, in order to show fairness.

Yang Yuanliang looked at the more than 20 people here, and estimated that his heart would fall before it was his turn to appear. He promised Gu Qiyuan to write a poem and leave, but he did not promise such a political struggle.

Now the hall is still clean and messy. Much later, an old scholar said, "You guys, we don't have to raise the expectations of others in order to destroy our own prestige. I've been writing this month's poem for three years. I'm sure Luo Xuejun is the same, but the other skills are up to you. ”

Brother Wang is right. I have studied ancient seals since I was a child. I've been practicing cold and summer for 30 years. I probably won't lose the calligraphy competition. ”

"Qian Mou is not a talented person. He was very good at drawing, not to mention being a self-made man, but a small man of fame or past. Even if the baby elephant is born, Qian is not afraid!"

From the very beginning, the worries of the talented men turned into blowing comparisons, Yang Yuanliang was shocked and listened, shocked that he didn't say it, and waited until these talented men lined up who did what.

Gu Qiyuan said sadly: "Please listen to me, tonight's moon poem will be compared to a moon poem, not a moon poem." These rules were books chosen by the envoys and ministers of other countries, the archery of the princes, and the words they hit were the titles of the books. ”

The crowd erupted again. Yang Yuanliang pulled Wang Qiuping's sleeve. "These people really know how to play. "Wang Qiuping is dying now. He said disapprehantly: "Luo Xuejun is such a bastard, doesn't Xianggong want to do something?"

Yang Yuanliang peeked at the person in the room with a finger. "Can't they all do it?" There is Biqin, Biqin. One person can only go to three people. I'll do my job.

"You don't know Luo Xuejun. Others suck, but his talent is not bad. His best technique is to put two poems together in a sharp way. The people here will not lose to him. But if you really change the subject and write the poem within the allotted time, you really can't win him.

At this time, a handsome man came over and bowed to Wang Qiuping. In poetry, Wang Xianzi was not defeated by Luo Xuejun. Can you join me and Brother Zhang's poetry club?"

Wang Qiuping bit her lip and said, "It's natural, but I'm not sure if I can beat him." I can only do my best. ”

Soon, the group was divided into five groups of 15 people, including men and women. Wang Qiuping was assigned to the poetry group. Almost no one here recognized him. Yang Yuanliang didn't look for anything for himself. Like several others, he voluntarily withdrew from the competition.

A eunuch went out of the palace with soldiers and horses, and today all the talented people outside jointly elected a hundred people, lined up to verify their true identities, and participated in the final of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival held in West Lake tonight, these people are all real talents.

Outside, Yang Yuanliang and his group of eunuchs came to the palace. Together they visited all the examiners and envoys, and then sat down at the tables and chairs prepared on the west side of the hall.

Next to each chair is a small table with ink, ink, paper, and inkstones. Yang Yuanliang learned from others, began to write poems, and handed the poems he had prepared to the judges sitting in the hall.

"Prince Chang'an?" Seeing Chang'an sitting in the middle wearing a four-pawed python, we can tell that he is a prince. Yang Yuanliang could only shake his head helplessly. He knew his life wasn't going to be too good in the future. Then he remembered what he had said before Chang'an. Yang Yuanliang wrote: "So soon, he was targeted by the imperial family!"

Chang'an City saw a smile on the corner of Yang Yuanliang's mouth, and his heart was full of beauty. He thinks that Yang Yuanliang's poems this time are well written. After all, he had to leave the water tune and Song was expressionless. As poems that he pressures on stage today, his two brothers also contributed under pseudonyms.

The nine judges sang poems and nodded frequently. None of the people recommended by these poetry clubs shook their heads. They racked their brains for this poetry meeting. There are good and bad poems, but the level of poetry is never too bad.

"Luo Xuejun, you bastard, I'll fight with you!" The genius jumped up to fight and was immediately invited out. Luo Xuejun said with a smile: "Just like you bear, you will never be an official in Dacheng for the rest of your life." If you come to Beihan, I will consider giving you a horse keeper to do this, because you are too much like a monkey jumping up and down!"

"Don't make a sound, or your reputation will be ruined!" The leaders of the forbidden are also the first two. Our mission is to ensure the safety of the talent and important people here. If these people tore Luo Xuejun to pieces, the above accusations would be terrible.

His words kept the crowd under control. Aren't these people here to be famous? They don't have a deep hatred for Luo Xuejun personally, saying that it is for the sake of the family and the country, but each of them is not stupid. For the sake of their reputation and future, they chose to remain silent.

At this time, Yang Yuanliang pushed away the crowd and walked over. He doesn't need any fame or fortune. He took out a small wooden box wrapped in a black cloth and buckled it from the carriage.

At that time, when Yang Yuanliang inspected, he told the forbidden place that there was good white ink. The forbidden one used a silver needle to see that there was no poison, which alarmed everyone, and found that there was no hidden weapon inside, so Yang Yuanliang brought it in.

Only two people here know what's in the box. One is Wang Qiuping, and the other is Yang Yuanliang. The box contained nothing else, but some ashes of the six Leng Shi of the North after his death.

"Since Luo Xuejun is a senior member of the Three Flavors of the Northern Han Dynasty, I will give you a gift!" Luo Xuejun was taken aback when he saw Yang Yuanliang in the crowd. He smiled and said, "Beichen really has no talent. You can also be present in this place.

Luo Xuejun looked at Yang Yuanliang, who he didn't know, pointed at Yang Yuanliang and said, "You may not know him, but you must have heard of him." In that house, he and Wang Qiuping were equals. ”

"Ahh

"Prodigal son Yang Yuanliang?"

"How did he get in?"