Pang Hui was just on the side, but although the ten examiners were small, they were older than him, so they listened to the lecture all the time and never interjected. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Lu Zhanyuan suddenly called his name, and everyone looked at it together.

"......" Pang Hui pondered for a long time, not because he didn't speak, but because he didn't know how to say it, so as not to violate his principles.

Lu Zhanyuan already had a draft in his heart, Pang Hua didn't speak, and he had his own way to get him to agree.

Because Pang Hua is a gentleman recognized by everyone in their hearts, with noble character, but he Lu Zhanyuan is a model among villains.

When the villain has a valid reason, he can naturally deceive the gentleman.

He said: "The nine sons of the dragon have their own advantages, and the dragon son is still like this, not to mention the call of people." It is difficult to compare the high and low of the two poems, so it is better to send them to the house and read the poetry reviews before making a judgment. ”

As long as this poetry thing is delayed, Xun Yu will not win immediately, and the subsequent poetry will have a comparison. Otherwise, he will step down, his life will be difficult, and he will inevitably be troubled by Mu Baishi, who told him to boast about Haikou at the beginning of the poetry meeting.

Lu Zhanyuan's words are reasonable, and even the examiners on the side don't know how to say it, if he has been stubborn, it is inevitable that people will gossip behind his back, saying that he is arbitrary.

The examiner is not easy to speak, as long as Pang Yi on the side speaks, then this thing will be done.

Lu Zhanyuan was proud, and Xun Yu couldn't object to it, so he had to let him extend the sentence on the first day of the poetry meeting.

At this time, Pang Yi spoke, but he didn't say what Lu Zhanyuan wanted to hear, "Why do you have to ask others to judge?" ”

When everyone heard this, they were puzzled, and they saw Pang Hui and continued: "Don't forget, what kind of poetry meeting is here, since the examiner can't make a judgment, why don't you ask Chenghuang to watch it." ”

When the examiner heard Pang Hua's words, he was overjoyed, but he didn't expect that although Pang Hua seemed to be upright and easy to be deceived, he was not a pedantic person and knew how to take a roundabout way.

Lu Zhanyuan's Yongliu and Xun Yu's general, although they can be famous in a state, but the quality of this poem is still different, and Xun Yu is naturally superior.

The scholars also felt so, and petitioned one after another to let Chenghuang judge.

In fact, most of these scholars who petitioned were selfish. They knew that Changde Chenghuang had never liked Lu Zhanyuan's actions, as long as they made trouble at Chenghuang, if they disliked Chenghuang, they would get rid of a big enemy.

Lu Zhanyuan was anxious, he didn't know what these scholars thought, but he didn't expect that Fang Cai would all surround him one by one and slap him, and in a blink of an eye, he fell into the well, and hurriedly said: "It's just the first meeting now, how can you try to sense the gods, or send the poems to everyone to judge......

Before he finished speaking, he saw a large seal appear in the void, and it was printed on Xun Yu's poem.

The seal of forgiveness of the city god was printed himself, and there was no doubt. Lu Zhanyuan's face suddenly turned like ashes, and he staggered and was about to step down.

The examiner's face was full of red light, and he suddenly asked, "Lu Zhanyuan, why do you want to leave, aren't you unconvinced?" Why don't you send two more poems and see who can get the first place? ”

Lu Zhanyuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Xun Yu has already won the first place in the first meeting, and now the examiner's approach is clearly to ruin his reputation, and he will deny it.

The examiner suddenly asked Xun Yu: "What do you think, this person is not convinced by your poems, it is better to post it and take a look at it, so that everyone can argue." ”

Xun Yu is naturally indispensable, and posting the poems that are contaminated with the power of the edict will make it easier for people hiding in the shadows to see it, so he nodded.

The examiner waved his hand and asked someone to post it. It is conceivable that with the spread of this poem, the story of this Chenghuang Poetry Club will naturally spread all over the world.

Lu Zhanyuan didn't make any moves, and seeing that the two boys were posting the poems, he had no reason to stop all this.

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Just before Xun Yu painted Spring Willow, Liu Yue, who had already returned to Liufu, was lying in the room, and a female doctor had just gone out with a medicine box.

Liu Yue frowned in the room, the female doctor had already done a preliminary monitoring of her symptoms, and judged that it was a deficiency of cold, if she ignored the cold for a long time, it could really lead to intermittent.

The female doctor prescribed two patches of medicine and left, and Liu Yue hid in the house, feeling a little scared, and she didn't dare to go out in the current weather.

She lay on the bed and fell asleep in a blur. She also had a dream in which she seemed to be still at the poetry meeting.

She composed a poem, which became a blockbuster and attracted the attention of Pang Hui.

The two knew each other, and soon after the two were in love, Pang Hui proposed to Liufu.

Then she came to a sea of flowers, and she asked, "It's so beautiful, how did you find it?" ”

But no one answered, Liu Yue looked around, but she couldn't see Pang Hui's figure. She was wondering when a woman's voice sounded behind her: "Beautiful, don't you think, I'm tired of seeing such a scene." ”

Liu Yue was startled, she turned around and saw a person wrapped in a cloak standing silently behind her.

The cloaked man spoke, "Don't be so afraid, it's just a dream, a dream I let you see." ”

Dream?

Liu Yue remembered in a trance that she was at the venue of the poetry meeting, and left the venue early because of Xun Yu's words. In this way, the poetry will be fake, Pang Hui is also fake, and even the proposal is fake.

She doesn't know Pang Hui now, or she is the only one who knows Pang Hui, and Pang Hui doesn't recognize her.

Liu Yue seemed to have a surge of anger in her heart, and rushed to the cloaked man impulsively, wanting to tear off her cloak, and shouted: "Quickly return Pang Hui to me!" ”

She caught nothing, the cloaked man was like a phantom, and she fell to the ground, her fingers frayed and bloody.

A tingling pain.

Liu Yue suddenly smiled, "Fake... Fake, dreams are fake... Are you a fake...... Otherwise, how could I be in pain in my dreams! ”

She stood up and clapped her hands, not caring at all about the blood-stained dirt on her hands, "Get out of the way, I'm going to find Pang Hui." ”

The cloaked man sneered, as if he had heard some great joke, "You go and look for it, if you don't see it, you will never be able to get out of this boundless sea of flowers." ”

Liu Yue snorted coldly, how big is this sea of flowers? She had only been gone for a moment when she had just arrived, and then she was out in a moment.

She didn't pay attention to the cloaked man, but she turned her eyes to breath, and the sea of flowers seemed to become boundless in an instant, and she couldn't see the edge at a glance.

"Well, you know it's a dream, but dreams are also true and false. Do you know that Gu Xian dreams of butterflies, whether it is a dream now, or a dream outside! The cloaked man said lightly.

Liu Yue couldn't believe it, but she had to believe it. Her hands clenched, the dirt sinking into her fingers, dripping blood dripping from the ground.

A piercing pain in the heart.

But Liu Yue didn't care anymore, she asked, "Then what do you want?" ”

The cloaked man laughed, "It's not what I want, it's what you want, don't forget that this is just a dream." I just made you dream about what was supposed to happen, but when you wake up, Pang Hui still doesn't know you, what are you going to ......do?"