Leng Rushuang looked at Jiang Ming's blank appearance and was a little silent.

It seems that he really doesn't know anything.

Xiao Shuhang held his poem manuscript and looked at Jiang Ming with a wicked smile.

Isn't this a special trip to accompany the run?

Xiao Shuhang's friend glanced at Jiang Ming and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that the Chinese Youth Poetry Contest is going to come out for the first time, and there is a situation where the poet doesn't bring anything, right?" ”

Maybe Jiang Ming didn't bring it to the audience, and even his good student Mao Yifan brought a poem written in advance.

Xiao Shuhang nodded at his friend.

A group of people directly left Jiang Ming behind and strode in the direction of Yun Haisheng.

As soon as Yun Haisheng appeared, the literati at the entire scene chased after him. In the blink of an eye, Yun Haisheng was surrounded by groups.

"Yun Poet, look at my poems, this is my latest masterpiece, my best work in recent years. ”

"Poet Yun, I like your poems very much, they are majestic and intimidating. ”

"Poet Yun Haisheng, is this your nephew next to you? Sure enough, the Yun family is handsome, and he looks so handsome, I am afraid that he is a great talent among me. Another middle-aged man stared at Yun Qian and said with a smile.

Although Yun Qian is the grandson of Yun Changlin, instead of the ferocity of a martial artist, he smiles like a scholarly son.

Yun Qian smiled when he heard this.

If this person knew what their Yun family did, he probably wouldn't have said this.

Yun Haisheng frowned slightly, he didn't have a good impression of these literati.

He just nodded slightly, his gaze swept among everyone on the scene, and suddenly walked in the direction of Jiang Ming.

Xiao Shuhang strode forward, hugged his poem and said excitedly: "Hello Yun poet, my name is Xiao Shuhang, this is my poem." ”

Yun Haisheng heard Xiao Shuhang's name, stopped, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be 'Xiao Shuhang', I heard that friends in the circle often mention your name, and you are a rare talent in the contemporary literary world." ”

The people around looked at Xiao Shuhang with some envy.

That's the praise of the poet Yun Haisheng, which of them has been praised by him?

After Yun Haisheng finished speaking, he spared Yun Haisheng and walked towards Jiang Ming.

Yun Haisheng glanced at his nephew Yun Qian, and said to Jiang Ming gently: "You are Jiang Ming, Jiang poet, right?"

The people around looked at Jiang Ming in disbelief.

I didn't expect this person to know Yun Haisheng!

Jiang Ming looked at Yun Qian, Yun Qian smiled humbly, and said to Jiang Ming: "Jiang ...... Hello sir. ”

The people who were surprised just now seemed to have reacted to something at this time.

A poet hugged his poem and snorted: "It seems that this young master mentioned it to the poet Yun Haisheng, and people looked at his nephew's face, so they came to greet him, right?"

"Heh, I can't get used to this kind of backdoor, losing the spirit of our literati!" another tall, thin man who looked exceptionally incorruptible sneered.

Jiang Ming was speechless, he hadn't even spoken, and this group of people began to make up for themselves.

Yun Haisheng said with great interest: "Mr. Jiang, when I was abroad, my friend happened to send me a copy of your "Treatise on the Monarch". At first, I thought you were using a gimmick to attract people, and after reading it, I was amazed at your talent. ”

It's simply the essence of his thoughts.

Jiang Ming said with a smile when he heard this: "Then I have the opportunity to hope to talk to Mr. Yun." ”

Yun Haisheng nodded and arched his hand at him: "Then I'll go find the organizer of the competition first." ”

Yun Haisheng and the stunned crowd around him said goodbye and left.

Xiao Shuhang stared at Jiang Ming up and down, pouted, and said, "I didn't expect it, you are still familiar with Yun Haisheng." ”

Xiao Shuhang said again: "Since you are familiar with each other, why don't you even know that you can bring poems in advance? I hope you don't embarrass Yunhaisheng poet." ”

Xiao Shuhang smiled smugly after speaking, and left with a few friends.

Yun Qian, who was staying, frowned suddenly, and was very unhappy with Xiao Shuhang. According to him, this dog should not mercifully erase the memory of the Andong River from them, and this group of people should never forget it!

Jiang Ming stared at Yun Qian and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Yun Qian looked at Jiang Ming with some excitement, and arched his hand: "I heard that Sect Master Jiang came to Zhongdu to participate in this poetry competition, so I came here on purpose. ”

Jiang Ming asked coldly, "Didn't your grandfather know that you came here?"

Yun Qian was a little stunned by Jiang Ming's mindless words, he came back to his senses and hurriedly nodded and said, "The grandfather of the younger generation really doesn't know that my uncle and I are here. But please believe that our Yun family has absolutely no other thoughts. ”

Jiang Ming looked at Yun Qian's tense body, he stepped forward and patted Yun Qian's body gently, and said meaningfully, "I think your grandfather shouldn't want you to come to me." ”

Yun Changlin, that old guy must have hoped that he would get out of it quickly.

Yun Qian was confused by Jiang Ming's words.

What do you mean?

Jiang Ming was only halfway through his speech, and he walked towards Leng Rushuang with a slightly mysterious smile on his face: "Senior Sister Leng, let's go to the corner to rest and prepare." ”

Leng Rushuang glanced at Yun Qian, and walked to the corner with Jiang Ming and sat down.

Leng Rushuang looked at Jiang Ming, who was still indifferent, and said, "Now that you know that you are going to prepare, it is too late, and it will only start in ten minutes at most." ”

Although the voice as cold as frost was flat, it was already a little anxious.

It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, the princess is in a hurry.

Jiang Ming smiled and said, "What did Senior Sister Leng write?"

Leng Rushuang glared at Jiang Ming when he heard this.

Jiang Ming explained: "Don't worry, I will definitely not copy you." ”

Leng Rushuang lowered his head slightly and said, "It's not that I'm worried that you will copy me, but ...... I'm worried about you. ”

I didn't prepare at all, I didn't get a ranking when I went.

The most important thing is that the poet Yun Haisheng greeted him just now, and he was watched by so many people. His ranking must be stared at by many literati.

When the time comes, if you get an unsatisfactory ranking, you will definitely be humiliated.

Leng Rushuang raised his head, his clear eyes stared at Jiang Ming tightly, "I don't want you to be humiliated." ”

Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment and coughed: "I understand it myself, I'll take a look for you." ”

Leng Rushuang saw that the poem manuscript in his hand was taken by Jiang Mingshun, and he was really angry.

It's all said why, he still looks indifferent, isn't this waiting to be brushed down?

Jiang Ming took a look at it and said, "It turns out that he is writing ancient style poems?"

Leng Rushuang nodded: "The Chinese Youth Poetry Contest only requires ancient poems to be written, and then divided according to the subject matter of the poems. Generally, there are more poets who write landscape poems. ”

The poetry of the Chinese people has always paid attention to "borrowing scenery to express lyricism" and "supporting things to express their aspirations", and using scenery to express their thoughts.

Jiang Ming looked at it, smiled and pointed to the poem that was as cold as frost and said, "Look, if you change the word 'knock' in your poem to the word 'green', will the effect be better?"

Leng Rushuang was stunned, read it carefully, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she let out a long breath and said: "I have always felt that there is a problem with this place, and it has improved a lot according to you." ”

Leng Rushuang paused for a moment, and his mouth pulled up a touch of arc: "Jiang Ming, as you said, literature and martial arts, like martial arts, both need talent. ”

And he happens to be the one who has the talent.

There are very few in the world.

Jiang Ming laughed when he heard this: "I'll say it casually, Senior Sister Leng just take a look." ”

He stood up and stretched: "Let's go, it looks like it's about to start." ”

Leng Rushuang looked at Jiang Ming's back and sighed. He told her doubts, and he wasn't prepared at all!

The Chinese Youth Poetry Contest will collect the poems of all the contestants, let everyone vote anonymously, and the selected score will be 50% of the total score, and then the judges will score it, and the judges' scores will also account for half of the score.

Jiang Ming saw that the person next to him had already put his poem manuscript on the rice paper that was sent, he touched his chin and thought, what to write.

Unfortunately, Xiao Shuhang and several people stood next to him.

They had all copied the poems they had written in advance, and the rice paper in front of Jiang Ming was still white.

Xiao Shuhang smiled and asked, "Mr. Jiang, are you preparing to compose poems on the spot?"

Jiang Ming touched his chin, he raised his head and nodded very honestly: "Yes, the limericks I made on the spot are better than your carefully prepared and written." ”

Xiao Shuhang's face suddenly turned cold.

No matter what, he is quite well-known at home and abroad.