In the audience, the cheers thundered, waking up Wang Yu's chaotic mood. The pen %fun %Ge www.biquge.info felt her inexplicable emotions, and she couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

I looked around cautiously and saw that no one was paying attention to me, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Looked back at the two people standing in the middle of the stage.

The competition is about to begin.

Zhang Wenmo has already reported the rules of the two-person competition to several judges, and when the officials were preparing, Mao Ji personally stood in front of the stage and explained the content and method of the two-person competition one by one, which made the emotions of the audience below completely climb to a peak.

The wooden shelves, paper, pen and ink have been placed, Mao Ji and the officials have retreated to the back, and the only ones left on the stage are Su Mo and Li Zhaoxian.

Li Zhao raised his eyes to look at Su Mo first, raised his eyebrows, took the pen first, and was about to put down the pen, when he suddenly paused again, turned his head to look at Su Mo and smiled, and said, "Brother Su, how about you and I add some more restrictions?"

Su Mo frowned, and then said angrily: "Feel free." ”

Li Zhaoxian was overjoyed and praised it. Then he turned around with his pen and said aloud to the audience below: "Everyone, Fang Caimou and Su Gongzi have decided to add another point of difficulty to this competition." That is, the calligraphy and painting should only be in the realm of calligraphy and painting, but not in the scene of this time. In the next is not talented, when the bricks are thrown, the first to offer ugliness. ”

After that, he ignored the cheers of everyone in the audience, turned around, pondered for a moment, raised his pen and began to splash ink.

Su Mo stood quietly aside, without the slightest fluctuation on his face. The restrictions that Li Zhaoxian suddenly added were obviously thought of a long time ago. And it was only at this time that he suddenly brought it up, just to catch himself off guard.

It should not be the current scene, but only the realm of calligraphy and painting. Hey, that's really thoughtful. To know the way of poetry and painting, it is not necessary to feel it in your heart and then think about it.

Li Zhaoxian did not think about the current situation, obviously to minimize Su Mo's chances of getting inspiration. But he himself already had the manuscript when he first planned it. At the time of such an entry and exit, it invisibly took advantage of another advantage.

This person is really not the son of Li Gongmou, one step at a time, this kind of strategy is really a family heirloom.

Everyone in the audience naturally didn't know that the two of them were tired, and all their thoughts were on this rare excitement at the moment.

But several judges on the stage, as well as Zhang Yue, Wang Mi and others, knew it, and when they heard Li Zhaoxian suddenly add such a condition, they were all shocked and angry after being stunned.

Su Mo had predicted Li Zhaoxian's trick before, so that they were already mentally prepared. Therefore, what Su Mo could think of at this moment, they naturally thought of it. Even Xu Pengju and He Ying, the two most tendons, only figured it out after a while.

He Ying scolded shamelessly, and her pretty face turned red. Beautiful eyes stared at Li Zhaoxian, who was concentrating on painting on the stage, if his eyes could kill, I am afraid that Li Dagongzi would have become a pile of minced meat at this moment.

Xu Pengju was even more furious, if it weren't for Zhang Yue and Xu Guangzuo next to him holding it down, Xu Xiaogong was afraid that he would have rushed in and beat that despicable and shameless bastard.

Xie Duo stroked his beard in his hands, a pair of old eyes seemed to be open, and others looked over, and those who didn't know were about to fall asleep.

But no one knew that at this moment, Xie Duo's gaze only turned slightly on the two people on the stage, and then moved to Mao Ji's face next to him.

He is sixty-three years old this year, and he has gone through three generations of kings, and his experience in the ups and downs of the sea is so old. As for the current situation between the DPRK and China, it is by no means as ignorant as it seems.

Regarding Su Mo's case, others may mistakenly judge that it was innocently affected, but because this old man is outside, he can see it more clearly. Unlike Su Mo, who was still guessing, the moment Li Zhaoxian appeared here, he was 90% sure that it must be Li Dongyang who made the shot. And the reason for the shot is probably for his son.

No one knows how well he knows Li Dongyang. No one knows that he is actually even more incompatible with Xu Pu and Xu Ge.

Even, when he came to Wuqing this time, he certainly had his own thoughts. But there is also Xu Pu's request. Just like Wang Mao asked his daughter Wang Mi to take the lead in the secret investigation, Xie Duo is Xu Pu's secret line.

At this moment, he looked at Mao Ji's expression coldly, and saw Mao Ji smiling on his face, but his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

It is said that Hongzhi Zhongxing, the Son of Heaven is Shengming Renhui, and the courtiers are honest and promising. However, looking at the Bachelor Mao in front of him, and thinking about Li Dongyang's attack on Su Mo for his son, Xie Duo became a little excited.

Xu Pu has asked for his resignation several times, and although the Son of Heaven is still trying his best to stay, it is estimated that it will not take too long, and he will still have to leave in the end.

As soon as Xu Pu left, there were three cabinets left, and Liu Jian was too strong and upright. It is often easy to be deceived by appearances and misjudge. This kind of misjudgment may not be a big deal in small things, but if it encounters a big event, I am afraid that if I don't hurt others, I will hurt myself, and the end is unpredictable;

And Li Dongyang and Xie Qian, although Xie Qian is upright but pedantic, he is even more talented. In case of trouble, it can only play an auxiliary role, and it should not be of great use.

Among the three, only Li Dongyang is the only one who has a chance to change his mind, and his mental ability is all high. However, this person is too deep-minded, and when he is young and low, he can still be self-disciplined. But after all these years of being in a high position, he can no longer stand the slightest disobedience.

Chaozhong wanted to recruit himself again this time, but he was originally very happy in his heart, and he was quite proud when he talked to Xu Pu. Thinking of Xu Pu at that time, he didn't say much, just glanced at himself with deep meaning, but he didn't think deeply about it at that time, but now it seems that he is a little carried away and has ignored a lot of things.

At the moment, the court seems to be peaceful, and there are voices of praise and praise everywhere, but under this calm, how many people see the turbulent undercurrent?

He is already over 60 years old, do he still want to step into this mud pond? At this time, he was thinking about the world, but he unconsciously had the intention of retreating.

This Sumer ......

He glanced at Su Mo, who was standing quietly on the stage, and suddenly felt a little sigh in his heart. The mercy may not be a husband, but Li Dongyang is really a bit too much this time!

He thought secretly, and a fine light flashed in the old eye, and then disappeared in an instant, and became cloudy again.

On the stage, Li Zhaoxian was already nearing the end at this time. On the three-foot square white paper, the ink is hooked, and the momentum is thousands. Everyone saw that this was a picture of mountains and rocks. The cliffs are high and steep, and the clouds are thick. In the cold and miserable, but an old plum was sketched on the cliff, which suddenly made the whole painting show a vitality, and it had the ability to put the finishing touch.

Li Zhaoxian, the first genius of Beijing and the son of Li Dongyang, a scholar, this profound heritage is vividly displayed at this moment, and there is no half of it.

After another cup of tea, Li Zhaoxian waved his ink pen lightly, and clicked the last stroke, then got up and took two steps back, looked up and down, and showed a satisfied look in his eyes.

He put the pen on the inkstone next to him, turned his head to look at Su Mo, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Brother Su, it's ugly." This picture has been completed, so I asked Brother Su for advice. With that, he clenched his fists and stepped aside.

He was originally a good son in the capital, and he was confident at the moment, and his demeanor was really indescribably dignified, which attracted applause from the audience.

Su Mo ignored him, his eyes were fixed on the painting in front of him, but his mind was spinning rapidly, and one after another popular poems kept flashing, passing, flashing, passing......

There are many poems describing mountains and rocks, and there are even more poems describing plum blossoms, but it is not so easy to choose those who want to satisfy both at the same time.

After all, how can anyone go to Yongmei specifically for a painting? Mei is a gentleman in flowers, proud of the wind vane, and the dark fragrance strikes people. Although it is very easy to resonate with poets, it is only when you look at the real thing and feel the temperament that you will be inspired and thoughtful.

Su Mo stood quietly in front of the painting, time passed little by little, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

The audience was silent at this time, and everyone quietly looked at the thin figure on the stage, for fear of disturbing his literary thoughts.

There are also some scribes who secretly speculate on their spiritual thoughts, hoping to compose a poem that suits the occasion. Even if you can't participate in the competition between the two on stage, you might as well show it afterwards, and you will definitely gain endless fame.

Everyone in the audience is quite patient, but the people on the stage are really too entangled. Zhang Yue and Xu Guangzuo are both from martial arts, although they have dabbled in this way of poetry, but it is only reluctantly. To chant a fine song on the spot in front of a painting like this is an impossible task for them.

Therefore, although the three brothers were anxiously scratching their ears and cheeks, they were really powerless. I had no choice but to look at Zhang Wenmo and Kong Wenshao next to me.

But when I saw that these two people were also frowning, I couldn't help but feel deflated again. They didn't know that if they just chanted a poem at random, it was really not difficult for the two of them.

However, at this moment, the poem is to participate in the competition. Anything you take out casually can only be considered medium at best. Then in front of so many scholars, wouldn't it be a shame to be thrown into grandma's house?

But if you want to create something out of thin air, you can create a good poem in a short time, hehe, get rid of it, there is only one Cao Zijian who can become a poem in seven steps. Besides, even if Cao Zijian is forced into a desperate situation, he can only be done. If you put it in front of you, most of them will be sad.

Among the people, in addition to the two of them, there is only one Wang Yu left who is literate. However, with her talent, she is at a loss at the moment, not to mention that she is not inspired by the anxiety in her heart, and even if she has, she can't replace Su Mo.

So, she could only stand silently in the crowd, her clear eyes full of anxiety and worry, just looking at the figure in front of her stupidly.

It was like a traction in the dark, and when Su Mo was meditating, he inexplicably felt this gaze. When his eyes turned slightly, he saw the figure standing in the crowd at a glance. At that moment, a flash of light crossed his mind.

A flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he bent down and picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, paused slightly, and then shook his wrist and waved, and a wonderful word broke out of the air.