When Du Wen looked at Shen Gongzi coldly, Shen Gongzi glanced at Du Wen without moving, snorted lightly from his nose, and said in his heart: "The classic is the most difficult to surpass, but it may not be impossible to surpass!"

"Everyone, are you ugly?" Shen Gongzi exhaled lightly and laughed loudly at everyone. He was already handsome, at this time with a smile on his face, his hands clenched into fists, and his wide Confucian clothes set off his face like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary, and a few young ladies and maids hiding behind looked at him blushing slightly.

"It turned out to be the famous Shen Gongzi, my young lady often told us that Shen Gongzi is extraordinary in talent and appearance, and he is a well-deserved talent, today the villain can listen to Shen Gongzi's poems with his own ears, is it really a blessing for three lives?" The middle-aged man said respectfully.

Li Haizheng poured himself a drink, drank three bowls alone, and then filled his stomach, listened to the middle-aged man's words praising Shen Gongzi, and saw his respectful appearance, he was so angry and annoyed, and scolded: "It turns out that this guy likes this good skin, and I don't know if he has a hobby of breaking his sleeves?"

Du Wen sighed softly: "Sure enough, it's still a little white face?"

Shen Gongzi, a middle-aged man, said that his young lady praised him so much, and he was secretly proud in his heart: "My talent name really has some effect, even the subordinates of the Li family's mansion can hear it, look at the appearance, on weekdays, Miss Li family doesn't mention my Shen Fang's talent name?"

The more Shen Gongzi thought about it, the more proud he became, and he forgot to chant poetry for a while.

Li Hai, who was waiting a little impatiently, snorted coldly and said: "What is the first talent in Hangzhou, I don't know if it is self-appointed or called by others, what kind of talent is the name of this talent, just like selling cabbage on the street, selling a lot of it, but it is not worth much." ”

This sentence can be regarded as Chiluoluo scolding Shen Gongzi, and the people on the field who don't know it laughed when they heard it, and they all looked at Shen Gongzi.

Shen Gongzi's face was slightly angry, but because of the presence of many people, he didn't have a seizure, and snorted and said: "I am the first genius in Hangzhou, and my status is noble, if I argue like this, I am afraid that I will lose my identity?" sneered: "Is it a talent, I'll know later?"

Li Hai was infected by the good influence just now, put down the tea soup in his hand, and said with a smile: "Wait at any time, I'm afraid that Shen Gongzi won't be able to pass the test?"

Shen Gongzi laughed and said, "What's so difficult about this!" As soon as the words fell, he chanted loudly: "Teardrops are cold, Xiao Xiaozhu counts the poles." The bamboo shoots will come out in a moment, and the will of heaven will report peace. ”

"Okay!" Shen Gongzi shook the paper fan, and just after chanting, the friends in the crowd who had made good friends with Shen Gongzi immediately shouted, whether they were good or bad, and even the blushing girls and maids also applauded. This Shen Gongzi wants to be talented and talented, and he must have good looks, and I heard that the family is very golden, such a talented and beautiful son, and a son with a lot of gold, he has to take care of it?

Li Hai was not optimistic at first, but as soon as Shen Gongzi's four poems came out, he admired them, although these four poems may not be famous sentences through the ages, but in such a short period of time, he also made this good poem, which made people have to be impressed, snorted coldly, and said in his heart: "What is the first talent in Hangzhou, and how many talents are still learned!"

Those young ladies and maids blushed slightly, their hearts were like deers colliding, and their eyes at Shen Gongzi were even more fiery and bold.

Du Wen was silent, these four lines of poetry can be regarded as a good poem, which implies the allusion of the great filial son Mengzong, who was a native of Jiangxia during the Three Kingdoms of Mengzong, and his father died when he was a teenager, and the mother and son depended on each other. He studied diligently and was extremely filial.

When she grew up, her mother was old and frail. No matter what his mother wanted to eat, he tried to satisfy her. One day, his mother was seriously ill and wanted to eat bamboo shoots and boiled soup, but it was winter, and thousands of miles of ice were frozen, and thousands of miles of snow were drifting, so where could he find bamboo shoots! He was helpless, and he couldn't think of any good way, so he ran to the bamboo forest to hug the bamboo and wept bitterly. I cried for a long time, but I only felt that my whole body was hot, and it was hot when the wind blew. When he opened his eyes, the snow and ice around him had melted, and the grass and trees had turned from withered to green. His filial piety touched heaven and earth. He gave the bamboo shoots to his mother to eat, and her mother's illness was cured.

Another said that his mother was very old and sick, and the doctor ordered to make soup with fresh bamboo shoots. In the harsh winter, there were no fresh bamboo shoots, Meng Zong had nothing to do, ran to the bamboo forest alone, and cried with the bamboo. After a while, he suddenly heard the sound of the ground cracking, and saw several tender bamboo shoots growing on the ground. Meng Zong was overjoyed and picked it back to make soup, and his mother was cured after drinking it. Later, he became an official. “

"Good poetry, good poetry, Shen Gongzi is really good at learning, is it any wonder that my young lady often thinks about it?" the middle-aged man praised at this time.

Du Wen snorted coldly angrily, and secretly scolded in his stomach: "This guy is just an illiterate subordinate, where do you know any poetry, but when you see that someone is the son of your young lady, you will slap the horse, so you don't know any shame?"

scolded a few times, seeing that Shen Gongzi had also passed the test, as an alternate official, it was not good to be too backward, after a little thought, he walked out, and said loudly: "I also thought of four lines of poetry, and I would like to ask you for advice?"

Most of the people on the field don't know him, but his bearing is extraordinary, and in the third level, when watching him guess the lantern riddle, the writing is not bad, and a few talented people who are impressed with him called a few good people.

Du Wen didn't expect that he would shout at him when he was chanting poetry, and suddenly felt that he licked a lot of brilliance on his face, smiled, and hugged his fists at everyone and said, "Thank you for cheering, I chanted?"

There was a burst of laughter, but no one spoke.

Du Wenlang said: "

When you can draw bamboo, you can make a bamboo in your chest.

The operation is like spring rain, and the ground grows green.

Xinglai thunder was unearthed, and ten thousand seeds rose from the cliff valley.

It seems that the king is now and now, and God will be familiar for a long time.

I look at the ancient Guan Ge, and Wang Ba is in the heart.

When you see it from time to time, you can shock the world.

The article is also technical, and the words can be continued.

Wear poplar has the first middle, and the ape is not embraced by the wood.

The word Lin Jun Uncle Zhang, this reason is wonderful.

Jun Cong asked Lun Bian, what is the use of knowing the holy reading.

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"Okay, good poetry!" This time the first to call out is a middle-aged man, this poem is not a masterpiece of the world, but it is undoubtedly a decent poem, especially the first sentence "When you can paint bamboo, you have a bamboo in your chest!" is an allusion to the Northern Song Dynasty painter Wen and can paint bamboo.

It is said that in order to paint bamboo, whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, whether it is windy or rainy, or sunny and cloudy, he constantly drills in the bamboo forest all year round. In dog weather, the sun is like a fire, roasting the ground hot. But Wen Tong still ran to the side of the bamboo forest facing the sun, stood under the roasting sun, and watched the changes of the bamboo with all his attention. He used his fingers to measure how long the bamboo knuckles were, and then he remembered how dense the bamboo leaves were. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his face was covered with sweat, but he didn't even wipe it with his hands, as if it was fine.

Once, a gust of wind blew in the sky. Then, lightning and thunder roared, and a rainstorm was coming. People are running home. But at this moment, Wen and Ke, who were sitting at home, hurriedly grabbed a straw hat, buttoned it on his head, and ran straight to the bamboo forest on the mountain. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the rain began as if he were splashing water on a basin.

Wen Youke was bent on looking at the bamboo in the wind and rain, where could he still take care of the rain and the road was slippery! He lifted up his robe, climbed up the hillside, and ran to the bamboo forest. He ran into the bamboo forest out of breath, and without bothering to wipe the rain on his face, he observed the bamboo without blinking. I saw the bamboo bending over and nodding and shaking under the wind and rain. Wen Youke carefully remembered the posture of the bamboo being blown by the wind and rain.

As a result of Wen Tong's meticulous observation and study of bamboo for many years, he could clearly understand the changes in the shape of bamboo in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the color and posture of bamboo on cloudy, rainy and snowy days, the difference between bamboo under strong sunlight and the clear moonlight, and the different appearances of different bamboos. So when you draw bamboo, you don't need to draw a sketch at all.

There is a person named Chao Buzhi, who praised Wen Tong and said: Wen Tong painted bamboo, and he had already made up his mind. The first sentence alone can be regarded as a rare good poem.

After listening to the poems of the three people, everyone also found a lot of skills from them, but whether they followed the three or imitated the poems of the three people, they were much inferior, and those bullshit talents who were full of luan Yu were even more grinding for a long time, and still no one sang a poem, so they had to shake their heads and leave.

This time out of Shen Gongzi, Li Hai, Du Wen three people, there are four people in front of the pass, eight people each sat down again, just wait for the middle-aged man to announce the clearance, leading everyone into the eldest lady's attic.

Thinking that I would enter the attic later, I could see the boudoir of the eldest lady, and the hearts of the seven people were pounding, and the boudoir was the place where the girl sat and lived, practiced female red, and studied poetry and etiquette. It can be said that the boudoir is the second line of defense of a woman's house, if anyone can enter the boudoir, needless to say that today's wedding banquet is already in hand, so after hearing this, the seven people were full of excitement.

In the study, Yang Zheng is dressing, his face is unloaded and then put on, it is really not easy, and today he still has a heavy purpose, so this last level must be shining, otherwise Hangzhou's move is meaningless, Yang Shiqi and Hu Ying on the side are secretly anxious, this is the last chance, if you can't show the name of the prince, don't say anything else, even if you are really the prince, the whole Hangzhou is afraid that no one knows, and it is said that the king of Han knows.

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