The venue of the poetry conference is set up in the garden, the students who came to the competition gathered in groups of three or five, Fu Dakang also found him said that those fox friends and dog friends, the octagonal pavilion by the pond set up tables and chairs, which are the seats of several host gentlemen and judges, and there are also a number of desks in the open space below, with the four treasures of the study, probably for the students. Shaorong also came to the arena that year, and when he saw Fu Dakang, he snorted, Fu Dakang also ignored him, rolled his eyes, and I was secretly amused. Suddenly, I heard someone say, "Several judges have arrived." The people sitting stood up, and everyone looked at the octagonal pavilion together, only to see a few old men coming in the pavilion, and I asked Fu Dakang in a low voice: "Young master, which one is the Marquis of Yongle?" ”

"Yongle Hou hasn't arrived yet." Fu Dakang looked at the humanity in the pavilion. I saw that the old men were sitting on their seats, and sure enough, they saw that the main seat in the middle was still empty, presumably reserved for the Yongle Marquis. An old man stood up and gave a few speeches, to the effect that he hoped that this year's students would give full play to their talents or something, which made all the students enthusiastic and ready to go. At this moment, I suddenly heard someone laughing loudly: "Well said! ”

"Master Hou is here!" For a while, the voices were boiling, and the old men who sat down stood up to salute Yongle Hou, I looked curiously into the pavilion, and saw the Yongle Hou with a smile on his face, and I was shocked! Is it him? That Yongle Hou turned out to be the old man Yun who had a two-sided relationship with me and gave me a jade plate finger - Yun Chongshan!

I didn't expect him to be the famous Yongle Hou, I always thought that he was just passing through Cangdu, but I didn't expect him to be in Cangdu all the time! Yongle Hou Yun Chongshan sat down with a smile, his eyes swept to the audience, I involuntarily shrank behind Fu Dakang's back, in case the old man Yun recognized me, it would not be good, I disguised myself as a man and mixed in, but I helped Fu Dakang cheat, I don't want to mess up the matter of Fu Dakang. Thinking so in his heart, his head hung even lower, fortunately, there were many people in the garden, and this Yongle Hou should not have noticed a small scholar, but he was still very worried in his heart.

The old man Yun trembled when he saw the scholars coming, and said with a smile: "Everyone don't have to be restrained, sit down." ”

I secretly complained, Fu Dakang sat down, I stood behind him, and no one helped me to make a shield, so I had to hang my head lower, fortunately, Fu Dakang's seat was far away from the octagonal pavilion. I only heard that Yongle Hou smiled: "Just now on the road, my little boy gave me a word puzzle, which is quite interesting, is anyone here interested in giving it a try?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fu Dakang's nemesis, Young Shaorong, stand up and said with a smile: "Please ask Master Hou to make a question, Shaorong is willing to give it a try." ”

"Students are willing to give it a try, too." Immediately, other students stood up one after another, unwilling to be left behind. Yongle Hou was very satisfied when he saw that the answerers were enthusiastic, and smiled and said to the girl in colorful clothes standing behind him: "Jin'er, read the puzzle to the sons." ”

The girl in colorful clothes came out and read with a smile: "Listen, all the sons, this riddle is: 'I have a thing that is born skillfully, half of the scale armor and half of the hair, half of the water is difficult to live, half of the water is difficult to live, half of the water is difficult to live'. If you have the answer, write the answer and your name on a piece of paper and submit it. ”

The scholars thought about it, and it seemed that someone had already thought of the answer and stepped forward to write down the riddle. I smiled slightly, this old man can adjust the atmosphere, and with this small anagram, the tense atmosphere can be easily resolved. When Fu Dakang saw someone writing the riddle, he turned his head and asked me in a low voice, "Do you know the answer?" ”

"Does the young master want to answer too?" I asked with a smile.

"Who doesn't love showy things." Fu Dakang saw that Young Young Rong also went to write the riddle, and snorted, "It's best to suppress that young Rong's arrogance." ”

It's not hard to suppress his arrogance. I thought about it for a while, and said softly: "This is a 'fresh' word, but the young master went up to write the answer, it is better not to write the mystery directly, it is better to ......" I attached it to his ear, whispered, his eyes lit up, nodded with a smile, and said continuously: "Okay!" Good! ”

Fu Dakang got the riddle, and hurriedly walked to the desk, that young man happened to finish writing the riddle on another table, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Fu Dakang also coming over, and snorted lightly: "What, the rich young master also got the riddle?" ”

Fu Dakang snorted, ignored him, and only cared about writing with a pen, that young man didn't care about him, and only presented his riddle, and Fu Dakang also presented the riddle after writing the riddle. The little boy in colorful clothes stood there to collect the riddle, probably saw the right one, nodded his head, put the riddle sheet aside, and waited for her to take over Fu Dakang's riddle, her face was slightly surprised, she raised her eyes and glanced at Fu Dakang, turned around and ran into the pavilion, and presented the riddle to Yongle Hou. Yongle Hou saw it, smiled, raised his eyes to look at Fu Dakang, and praised: "This puzzle is not difficult, but the rich boy has put a lot of thought into solving the puzzle." As he spoke, he handed the riddle in his hand to an old man next to him, who took the riddle and looked at it, nodded, and read it with a smile: "'I have a thing on both sides, one side is delicious and the other is fragrant, while going up the mountain to eat grass, while entering the sea to hide my body'. Sure enough, it was wonderful. ”

When the young man over there heard this, his face suddenly sank. The puzzle of the little boy in the colorful clothes was originally easy to solve, but in order to ease the atmosphere of the poetry competition, Yongle Hou came up with this question, and most people can guess the answer. But Fu Dakang didn't write the answer seriously, but the sword went sideways, and he also wrote down a riddle, which happened to solve Jin'er's puzzle. The people who knew Fu Dakang before looked at him in surprise and whispered. Receiving the appreciation of the Hou Ye, Fu Dakang sat down proudly, raised his eyes and glanced at Nian Shaorong complacently, seeing Nian Shaorong's face was iron-blue, he snorted coldly, and he must have raised his eyebrows in his heart, and he was very happy! Then he looked up at me and whispered, "Well done!" ”

I lowered my eyebrows and did not dare to answer him. This rich young master is really, now that he is in the limelight, there are so many pairs of eyes in the audience, all of them are staring at him, he is not shy about it at all. I secretly raised my eyes and glanced into the octagonal pavilion, and sure enough, I saw Yongle Hou's gaze sweeping over to look at him, and quickly lowered my face and turned my head slightly.

I only heard an old man in the pavilion announce the official start of the poetry competition, and the first round came out with a topic "Wing Chun", but the scenery and things were loved, and as soon as the topic came out, some people stood up one after another to write poems, and the scene suddenly became lively, and everyone's eyes no longer fell here. I thought about it for a while, the poems with the classics can't be used, I'm afraid that it will be self-defeating, and I can't use those that are too difficult to understand, I was worried that Fu Dakang couldn't remember it for a while, and finally chose a song of He Zhizhang's "Yongliu", attached it to Fu Dakang's ear and told him, Fu Dakang read it gently, stood up confidently, and also wrote poems.

When the students' poems were hung on the rope, a middle-aged scholar stood out in the pavilion, and read the poems on the rope to the old men in the pavilion in turn.

It is said that the new knowledge has two springs, and the cold weather is old and the water is coming to the door.

Liuxia is old and has been a guest, and she has felt a god in spring.

The middle-aged scholar nodded and said with a smile: "This is "Wing Chun" written by the young young young son. ”

Fu Dakang didn't know whether it was good or bad, so he only asked in a low voice: "How is his poem?" ”

"Okay." I saw that Fu Dakang looked nervous, and chuckled, "Don't worry, young master, I think your song is better." ”

When Fu Dakang heard me say this, his two small eyes smiled into a slit, and he said in a low voice: "I think so too." ”

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter, so I had to nod my head in response. I only heard the middle-aged scholar read a few more poems, and read Fu Dakang's poem:

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

The middle-aged scholar paused and said, "This is "Yongliu" written by Fu Dakang's son. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a "buzzing" sound at the scene again, and that young man looked at Fu Dakang with a surprised face, with surprise and doubt in his eyes, snorted coldly, and mocked lightly: "It seems that the rich young master is here prepared today." ”

Fu Dakang raised his eyes and sneered: "What, are you prepared alone?" ”

That year, Shaorong was about to speak, when he suddenly heard someone whisper: "The spring breeze in February is like scissors, but it is chic and vivid." Everyone looked up and saw a young man with a sick face sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed over, followed by a beautiful girl. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, I knew that the man with the cart was Yun De, the servant of the old man Yun, but I didn't know who this sick man in a wooden wheelchair was?

But seeing Fu Dakang's body shocked, he looked a little excited, pulled my sleeve, I leaned down, Fu Dakang glanced at the sick man, and said nervously: "The snowfall is ......, Miss Xuexue is also here......"

Snowfall? I raised my eyes to look at the beautiful woman beside the sick man, it turned out that she was Miss Snowfall, she was really born as beautiful as a flower, I saw Fu Dakang staring at Miss Snowfall stupidly, it seemed that there was no one else in his eyes, coughed lightly, and pulled his sleeve: "Young Master, don't be too rude." ”

But I heard Yongle Hou laugh and said: "How can Zheng'er have the spirit to join in the fun today." ”

Yun De carried the wooden wheelchair up to the octagonal pavilion, and in the pavilion, except for Yongle Hou, all the old men stood up: "Young Master Zheng!" The sick man waved his hand: "Elders, please take a seat." He turned to look at Yongle Hou and said, "Grandfather, my grandson stayed in the house and panicked, and wanted to come out for a walk." ”

Only then did everyone come to their senses and whispered: "Ah, it turned out to be Yun Zheng's son of the Yongle Marquis Mansion." ”

I saw that everyone was surprised, and Fu Dakang also looked at the pavilion and asked softly: "Young Master, why don't you know Young Master Sun of the Hou Mansion?" ”

Fu Dakang said in a low voice: "Yun Zheng Gongzi has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and he finally said that he would not come out, and there are few people who have seen him. ”

But I saw an old man in Tsing Yi in the octagonal pavilion frowning and looking at Xue Xue and said: "Xue'er, are you naughty, I won't let you come to the poetry competition, so you will go to pestering Young Master Zheng?" ”

Xue Xue's face turned slightly red, and he pouted: "Grandpa, Brother Yun Zheng also wants to come......

"Nonsense!" The old man scolded, "Why are you so ignorant......

"Old Yu, don't scold her, let Zheng'er come out to breathe." Yongle Hou waved his hand, said lightly, and turned to look at Yun Zheng with a loving face, "Since you are here, it is better to give them a question to play." ”

Yun Zheng smiled faintly, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face: "Snowfall has admired this poetry conference for a long time, why don't you let snowfall solve a problem?" ”

When Yu Xuexue heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Since Brother Yun Zheng said so, how about letting them write a poem with the title of 'Acacia'?" ”

"Xue'er, why are you so rude and rude?" Yu Lao wanted to scold her again, but Yun Zheng smiled and said lightly: "It's okay!" His tone was extremely light, but there was an unquestionable momentum, and when Yu Lao heard it, he immediately shut up. I pondered from the respectful and polite attitude of those people in the pavilion towards him, although this Yun Zheng Gongzi was sick and weak, he seemed to have great authority, and this prestige did not seem to come only from the power of the Yongle Hou clan.

Since the question was solved, all the students naturally wanted to perform again, and stepped forward to grab the desk. I saw that Fu Dakang was just looking at Yu Xue stupidly, and the snow lady swept her eyes into the field, and when she saw Fu Dakang, she immediately moved away as if nothing happened. I rolled my eyes and said in a low voice: "Young master, the song "Autumn Wind Words" that day can be given to Miss Snowfall." ”

"Delivered." Fu Dakang came back to his senses, and I smiled, "Did Miss Snow accept it?" Didn't come back? ”

"I took it, I didn't return it." Fu Dakang's face was a little red, I had an idea in my heart, I was afraid that Miss Yu came today, she came to take the test for Fu Dakang, and hurriedly stepped forward with her lips, and read Li Shangyin's "Untitled" "Last Night's Stars" sentence to him in Fu Dakang's ear, thinking about the second half of the poem, I was afraid that it would not correspond to Fu Dakang's situation, so I only read the first half of the poem, Fu Dakang's eyes were shining, his face was happy, and he stood up happily to write a poem.

waited until the students finished writing the poem, but they heard that the snowfall stopped the middle-aged scholar who wanted to read the poem, and said to Yun Zheng: "Brother Yun Zheng, let me read it." When she read the young glory, Fu Dakang's face was obviously nervous, and he only listened to Miss Xue Xue read word by word:

After the return of the people in the southern crown, Chu Se had no intention of going to the moon.

Tears are full of blowing sand and often stacked, and sorrow is the most lovesick.

After Yu Xuexue finished reading, he raised his eyes and glanced at Nian Shaorong, and said with a smile: "Nian Gongzi's poem is so affectionate, could it be that he already has a sweetheart?" ”

Young Rong hurriedly stood up and said, "Miss Yu laughed. It's just a matter of doing it. ”

"Really?" Yu Fallxue smiled, didn't ask anymore, and then read other people's poems, and when she read Fu Dakang, her voice became louder for some reason:

Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear.

The more I read it, the more surprised I was in my tone. After reading this poem, she glanced at Fu Dakang, I thought she would say something, but I didn't expect her to ignore it, and just went to read the next person. Fu Dakang's face turned into disappointment, he raised his eyes and looked at me suspiciously, and I said softly: "Young master, don't be discouraged, don't look at the surface of everything. ”

Fu Dakang was uneasy, Yu Xuexue finished reading, and returned to the Octagonal Pavilion, only to hear Yongle Hou ask Yun Zheng with a smile: "Zheng'er thinks that in this round, which son's poems are better?" ”

Yun Zheng had been hanging his eyelashes indifferently, and when he heard his grandfather's question, he raised his eyelids lightly: "My grandson only remembered two sentences, 'I have no colorful phoenix wings, and my heart is a little clear'." ”

When Yongle Hou heard this, he nodded with a smile, although he didn't say anything, Fu Dakang's face was happy, with Yun Zheng's words, he won this round. I raised my eyes and saw that Young Shaorong's face was pale, and Yu Xuexue was standing behind Yun Zheng with his head down, with no special expression on his face, but the corners of his lips were slightly hooked upward.

I only heard an old man in the pavilion laugh and said: "The poems of all the sons are very good, but they are a little boring after two rounds in a row, why don't you come and play a game?" ”

Yongle Hou smiled: "What new ideas does Xia Lao have?" ”

"It's better to play a poetry solitaire, every son only needs to answer one sentence. You don't need to put it on paper, just read it out. The old Xia twisted his beard and smiled.

Fu Dakang and I were stunned. God, this old man isn't here to dismantle the stage, right? Could it be that I and Fu Dakang are cheating and being caught? I almost vomited blood, read it in front of me, and didn't write it, even if I had time to come up with a poem about Solitaire, how would I tell Fu Dakang, but everyone was staring at him at that time. was so anxious that he couldn't think about it, only to hear Yongle Hou say: "This game is not bad, then Xia Lao can just come up with a question to play." ”

It's over, it's over. Not only did Fu Dakang break out in cold sweat on his face, but even I saw sweat on my forehead. Fu Dakang said in a low voice: "What should I do?" Why don't we excuse ourselves to go out of courtesy? Avoid? ”

"That's it!" I raised my eyes and watched Yu Xuexue's gaze sweep over intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly complained in my heart, "Miss Xuexue is paying attention to you." ”

"What then?" Fu Dakang's face turned green, and I whispered: "Now I can only act when I have the opportunity, you stand up and take the poem after a while, I will read it softly behind you, and you listen attentively." ”

Fu Dakang wiped his sweat, and his voice trembled a little: "That's the only way." ”

That Xia Lao had already started to come up with the question, and read a poem: "Mo blows spring in the upper corner, please take it down in turn." ”

A scholar closest to the pavilion stood up, groaned slightly, and read: "Mo Shangjiao blows spring, and the pool is heard." ”

"Good!" Xia Lao nodded, and the students next to the scholar took the poems in turn, some people had to think for a while, and some people could pick them up immediately, although it was not a good sentence, but the game was played without interruption. Fu Dakang saw that he was about to arrive, and he was even more nervous and pale, at this time the wheel had turned to the scholar in front of Young Rong, and the scholar continued the poem of the people in front of him: "Xichi Banner Exhibition, Beisaiyi Pavilion Spring." ”

After he finished reading and sat down, Nian Shaorong stood up unhurriedly and continued: "Beisaiyi Pavilion Spring, spring sleep is not aware." As he spoke, his eyes swept towards Fu Dakang: "Rich young master, it's your turn." ”

Fu Dakang stood up sweating profusely, but my heart fell, "I don't know when I sleep in spring", it's like God helping me, and the next sentence doesn't just pick up "Smell birds everywhere"? I hurriedly stood behind Fu Dakang, covered me with his 300-pound fat body, and whispered behind him: "I smell birds everywhere." Fu Dakang wiped his sweat: "What? ”

"Birds are heard everywhere." I repeated it again, I didn't dare to make too loud noises, the eyes of the audience were staring at Fu Dakang, but I saw Fu Dakang nodding and reading: "Spring sleep does not know...... I was relieved, but fortunately he heard it, but I heard Fu Dakang continue: "Mosquitoes bite ...... everywhere"

"Coax ......" laughed, I rolled my eyes and almost fainted! Everyone was overjoyed, especially Young Rong smiled the most presumptuously, holding his stomach, and looking at Fu Dakang with a sarcastic expression: "Rich young master, it seems that you have been bitten by mosquitoes very badly this spring, and you feel a lot of feelings......"

Fu Dakang's face was miserable, he kept wiping the fine sweat on his face, everyone saw that he was embarrassed, and there was a "buzzing" sound, I secretly glanced at the pavilion, and saw that Yu Xuexue's face was a little strange. But I heard a faint and breezy voice in the pavilion: "This spring's mosquitoes are a little annoying, and I have also suffered from them, and I have experienced the feelings of a rich man." ”

The laughter suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Yun Zheng Gongzi, who had relieved Fu Dakang, and didn't dare to say anything in front of this young master of the Hou Mansion. Yongle Hou looked at Fu Dakang meaningfully, and I hid behind him and didn't dare to move, but I heard Yongle Hou laugh and said: "This poetry solitaire is here, and it's almost over." ”

Fu Dakang was relieved and sat down sweating profusely. I can't help but have a good impression of that Yun Zheng Gongzi in my heart, this is the demeanor of a real famous son, magnanimous and tolerant, empathetic, looking at that young Rong, with a mean face, what kind of wealthy son he pretends to be, and he doesn't look like a prince when he wears a dragon robe!

I only heard Yu Lao Dao: "In this last round, according to the convention, Hou Ye should come up with the question, I don't know what kind of question Hou Ye will come up with this year?" ”

Yongle Hou muttered: "The husband stands between heaven and earth, should not be sad in the spring and autumn, should have great ambitions, and have a good plan in order to contribute to the family and country. ”

Hou Ye opened his mouth, and naturally no one objected. Yongzhi ......, my head is big, and there are a lot of heroic poems written by the ancients in my time and space to express Yongzhi, but most of them have allusions, with the names of places and celebrities that are not in this time and space, which is absolutely useless. I looked at Fu Dakang's expectant eyes, and felt my head throb, he had just made a fool of himself, and he must have hoped to save face in the last round. Seeing that someone had already gone up to write poems, he was even more panicked, "Huangsha wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken?" "No, there is no place for Loulan here," once Ling Yunzhi was successful, dare to laugh at Huang Chao's husband? "No, what if someone asks who Huang Chao is? There is no canon, there is no canon, I secretly scolded Old Man Yun in my heart for having such a wicked topic. The husband should have the world in mind, and you should be able to "The husband only holds the Wu hook with one hand, and his spirit is higher than the hundred-foot building? "How many people can do it like ......, etc., I just remembered that sentence seems to be good, it seems to be a poem of "Ten Laws" written by Li Hongzhang when he entered Beijing, without any allusions, "Lugou Bridge" is replaced with "Cangdu Mansion", I looked around, and saw that everyone was too busy, no one paid attention to Fu Dakang, and quickly attached it to Fu Dashao's ear to recite this poem to him, Fu Dashao read it softly, I don't know if it was just ugly, the psychological pressure increased and the tension was too much, or the seven laws were too long to remember, and I couldn't read it clearly. I saw sweat on my forehead, and I saw that Fu Dakang was also panicked, ruthless, and after a little thought, I pinched the poem from the beginning to the end, leaving only the middle four sentences, and read it again to Fu Dakang, and this time he finally read it clearly. I wiped my sweat, and when I saw that everyone else was almost finished, I quickly pushed him up, and Fu Dakang finally wiped his sweat and finished the poem.

The middle-aged scholar came down to read the poem again, I had no intention of listening to other people's poems, I just wanted to pass this hurdle quickly, to be honest, Li Hongzhang's poem was so pinched and ended, the artistic conception was much worse, I always felt that the explanation was not clear, I couldn't control so much, who let this Fu Dakang himself have no interest, so useless at the critical moment. The middle-aged scholar finally stopped in front of Fu Dakang's poem, everyone had the heart to see Fu Dakang's ugly, they all smiled strangely, and pricked up their ears to listen, especially when Young Rong squeezed his eyebrows at the attendant behind him, I was angry in my heart, even if this poetic conception is a little worse, it is much stronger than the one you just gave, but I heard the middle-aged scholar read aloud:

Who has written history for 10,000 years, looking for a marquis 8,000 miles away.

will definitely take a quick step with you, and there will be leisure to chase the water gulls!

The audience suddenly fell silent, and the faces of those who were watching the jokes froze, only to hear Yongle Hou laugh and say: "Okay, good, the rich boy was woken up by a mosquito bite, and he learned from the pain, and the sentences he made were extraordinary!" ”

Everyone laughed again, and Fu Dakang smiled awkwardly. Yongle Hou continued: "Today's poetry competition, all the sons have worked hard, Ben Hou has prepared a banquet, please move to the flower hall to drink, as for this ranking, after several judges have discussed, and then make a decision." After speaking, Yongle Hou stood up, and Yun Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at Yongle Hou: "Grandfather, my grandson feels a little tired, so I won't go." ”

"Then you go back and rest." Yongle Hou blinked his eyes and instructed Yun De, "Send Young Master Sun back to rest." ”

Everyone got up to see Yun Zheng leave, and when I saw that the poetry conference was over, I hurriedly said to Fu Dakang: "Young master, it's none of my business next, I'll go first." ”

"Aren't you going to the banquet?" Fu Dakang said, I rolled my eyes, I am now pretending to be your subordinate, even if I go, I am not standing behind you to watch you eat and drink, besides, if I am recognized by Old Man Yun, won't this cheating behavior appear immediately? I whispered: "Young master, you are confused, in case my identity is revealed......"

When Fu Dakang heard this, he immediately understood, and hurriedly said: "Okay, then you go back first!" ”

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