"Everyone is quiet, everyone regards the imperial examination as a tea dinner, the digestion that should be digested, the joke that should be joked, and the most important thing now is the poetry meeting!! The old man has nagged so much here, and he is tired, what should be said, what should be reminded, and what should not be said, what should not be reminded, the old man has said, reminded, I think how things are, everyone will judge, then, the poem will begin. ”

As soon as Yan Liben's voice fell, he slowly sat down on the chair, drank a pot of tea, and squinted happily at the surprised scholars.

The scholars began to write, and the scholars who were still surprised came back to their senses, and stared at the fact that other people had begun to do it, and it would not work if they didn't do it again.

"I can't be slow, I have to do it quickly, the sooner the better."

"Hmph, it's useless to be fast, Young Master Ben is outstanding in literature, how can it be comparable to your group of people."

"Useless talents need to be in a hurry, take your time, don't rush."

Some scholars are very anxious, as soon as they move their hands, they stain the rice paper, the ink is stained a lot, looking at the dazzling traces on the rice paper, the heart is even more depressed, they can't put down the pen, regret, distress, entanglement, sorrow is full of thoughts, a blank, the thoughts that spring water gushes out on weekdays, at this moment, it is like the toilet is blocked by yellow and white things, and it cannot be leaked out.

kept shouting "what to do", one bite on the left, one bite on the right, the nagging sound was not very loud at first, and the scholars didn't care very much, but in the end, at the moment when they had no clue, they were so noisy, and the depression in their hearts became even stronger, and they couldn't think of anything anymore, so they looked at the people around them viciously, and the eyes they ushered in were not just one, front and back, left and right, and they all looked at this person.

"Oops."

The brush in his hand couldn't catch it, he inserted it directly on the rice paper, and clicked a big black circle, the whole rice paper was completely destroyed, and he couldn't move the pen, knowing that he was affecting other people, he smiled apologetically, cleaned up his rice paper, and looked at this person who was worse than himself, those people took a look, retracted their gaze, and continued to write, but they couldn't think of anything, stopped the pen, and were unwilling.

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

I said important things three times, but it was still useless, I blocked my thoughts, I couldn't think of it anymore, I was depressed, annoyed, my hair was messy, the ink was stained on my face, I didn't know, I was still thinking, at this time, the first person had already finished, stopped the pen in his hand, shook his hair in a chic manner, and pretended to blow the ink on the rice paper, which was so in Li Zhou's eyes.

The same is true in the eyes of wage reduction, there is no difference, but in Yang Jiong's eyes, he is a little more anxious, and he sped up the speed in his hand, the scholar blew for a long time, and pretended to be forced for a long time, and finally the handwriting was dry, picked up the rice paper, stepped forward and handed it to Yan Liben to see, his expression was complacent, confident, it seemed that he was very confident in his poems, no way, who made him Wang Bo.

Yan Liben put down the teacup in his hand, finally waited for the first person, swept Wang Bo, Wang Bo was not excited, nor was he proud, he stood there calmly, his expression was well controlled, Yan Liben nodded with satisfaction in his heart, he was a good seedling, and then looked at the rice paper, glanced at it, and the look of surprise rose in his eyes, which happened to be seen by Wang Bo, and there was a little smile on his calm face.

"I'm gone, is it really good poetry?" Li Zhou can't get used to it, you kid will be so stubborn, why do you need to pretend to be so forced? Seeing Wang Bo's eyes, that look, Li Zhou was very unhappy in his heart, but he was helpless, who asked the family to have literary talent, speed and speed, you see, how long has it been, and he has made a poem, and the quality is still excellent.

How can he be embarrassed by a person like him, who claims to be a genius?

"Brother Jiang, don't you think that Wang Bo is pretending to be forced?"

Reduced wages and looked stiff, pretending to be forced? What's that? looked up at Li Zhou in confusion, that look, that look, exactly the same as himself, although he didn't know what pretending to be forced was, but he had that taste, so he nodded.

"It's a pretense, Brother Li."

got an ally, Li Zhou kept shouting in his heart, and finally found a confidant, so happy, so excited, I couldn't help but want to write poetry, so I wrote a pen in my hand, and wrote a call on rice paper, after the magic work, Li Zhou finally stopped the pen in his hand, looked at his work with a smirk, nodded with great satisfaction, and the women around him were curious about what Li Zhou wrote.

Forehead?

Don't show us? Empty heart, right? Or don't look at it.

It's just a momentary interest, they no longer pestered Li Zhou, but looked at a few adults in the distance, the scholars wrote their satisfactory poems and handed them over to the adults, and a few couldn't think of it, but they didn't want to give up so much, so they had to continue to insist, Yan Liben swept all the works in his hand, and looked at the works of those scholars who continued to insist on it very responsibly, just glanced at it, and went back, and there was already a conclusion in his heart.

When the scholars saw this, they were inexplicably nervous, if they could be in the limelight this time, let a few adults remember the appearance of themselves and others, and then things would be much easier, and there were people in the court, and they would get twice the result with half the effort.

"Ahem."

The cough sounded, I don't know if he likes to tease others like this, every time he comes to such a thing, it makes the already nervous things even more tense, the scholars straightened up, stretched their necks, and stared at Yan Liben, at this moment, he is an angel, and they are human beings who are looking forward to being favored by angels.

"The results of this poetry meeting, the three of us adults have the results, and we don't hide it from everyone, this time there are a lot of good works, each of which is commendable, if this kind of work appears in the imperial examination, I'm afraid no one will dare to refute your volume, then I'll briefly talk about what works are here."

Yan Liben stopped again, smiled and looked at everyone, watching the play is not a big deal, just waiting for a long time to speak, causing Li Zhou, an inconsequential person, to be a little nervous, not to mention other people, the lady next to him leaned over, anxiously touched his body, stretched his neck, grew his mouth, and waited for the moment when the adult read his work.

"The first work is called Jian Chun.

The guest heart is tired, and the spring event returns in one day.

Also injured in the North Garden, I saw the falling flowers flying again. ”

A work is read, a very plain work, but it should be in line with the situation, fit everything, and at a glance you will know that it is made at this moment, and it is not an ordinary person to make such a poem in such a short period of time.

"The author is Wang Bo, Wang Zi'an."

With Yan Liben's voice, his eyes focused on Wang Bo, under the attention of everyone, Wang Bo's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he nodded calmly, as if he had won the appearance, Li Zhou's heart was even more uncomfortable, and he muttered angrily: "Hmph, the villain is proud." ”

"Hehe, young master, you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, people are more literary than young master, so don't be jealous." Ke'er came up with ridicule, ruthlessly exposing Li Zhou's old bottom, Li Zhou's face was slightly red, the women around him giggled, and couldn't help laughing, the voice was not loud, and it was covered by the exclamations of the soldiers.

Li Zhou blushed even more, and said angrily: "Who said that, your young master doesn't go up, if you go up, you will beat ten of them one by one." ”

Li Zhou was ashamed, and several women cast Li Zhou's suspicious looks, who is he, and they still don't know? There are three points of magic water in the chest that are true, and all kinds of literary talents are false, and it is not his strong point to chant poetry, at least they have never seen Li Zhou compose a poem, even if it is a simple poem.

"Hmph, I won't tell you."

Li Zhou turned his face angrily, not looking at them, I am a little white dragon in the waves, how can you treat me like this.

The girls didn't care about Li Zhou, let him hold his breath, and looked at the poetry club, Yan Liben said a few poems in a row, including Yang Jiong's poems, Song Ziwen's, Liu Xiyi, etc., the judgment is very standard, there is no favoritism to help any person, pertinent advice, the following scholars are not fools, they can see a person's literary brilliance from a poem, and they can't fake it.

Among them, Wang Bo's poems are the most admirable, first of all, he is the fastest, and his writing is the most suitable for the environment, it can be said that he has expected victory without a war, and the sound of everyone whispering, accompanied by Yan Liben's voice, made Wang Bo even more proud.

"There will be a lot of good poems in this poem, so that the old man I am very pleased, and the character and virtue of the people, the old man has a judgment in his heart, as for right and wrong, right and wrong, the old man will not come one by one, the old man is looking forward to seeing you in the officialdom."

Yan Liben's eyes looked straight in one direction, stiff and a little relieved to say the thoughts in his heart, Pei Yan and Luo Bin Wang around him didn't say a few words the whole time, almost all of them were what Yan Liben said, no matter how Yan Liben made his choice, it had nothing to do with them, and it had nothing to do with the imperial examination, so he couldn't care where he went? Everything needs to be decided by His Majesty.

"And the leader of this poetry meeting, the old man thinks that it is Wang Bo Prince An from Longmen, Jiangzhou, I don't know if you have any objections?" After announcing the results, he looked at Pei Yan and Luo Bin Wang beside him, and the two nodded stiffly, there was no objection to this, maybe it was not this matter in their hearts, Yan Liben looked at the scholars below.

Scholars, look at me, I look at you, although I don't want to admit this result, but Wang Bo has strengthened them by more than one level in terms of style and understanding, and nodded helplessly.