March 27.

This is the last day of the conference.

Today's topic is very simple, Wen Xingzhou stood on the high platform and just said:

"For today's competition, please write an inscription with words and aspirations, and the time will end at noon."

It is also a very ordinary topic, and many students have made countless such inscriptions, so they are naturally very familiar with it.

But because of this, it is extremely difficult to write new ideas.

Yesterday, Fu Xiaoguan took half a cup of tea to go to the book case to answer, so what about today?

After listening to the question, Fan Tianning was the first to turn his head to look at Fu Xiaoguan.

"You've given up two rounds, and I think you don't care about it. Or maybe you want to give this opportunity to others, but after all, you are a recognized talent in the world, and you should always be able to take the lead in this article today, right? ”

Fu Xiaoguan smiled and touched his nose, thinking to himself, how could this guy think like this?

What Fan Tianning means by this means that you have given up the leader of the Wenhui, but you also need a small victory to prove yourself.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Fu Xiaoguan has never thought about it like this, he wrote those couplets and poems, and of course he will write this article today, as for the result...... As a result, who knows if a genius will emerge to crush him?

"Can I go back after this game today?"

"If you don't want to go to the Hanling Temple, you can naturally go back...... It's just that you really don't care about this article like this? ”

"Brother Fan, on writing poetry and articles, this kind of thing is a clever thing. Let's give you an analogy, Huaicai is not pregnant, Huaicai can come easily, but pregnancy needs to be held for ten months. ”

Fan Tianning was stunned, "So you're Huaicai?" ”

"Of course, but they're like they're pregnant. Okay, I won't talk to you, I'll answer the question. ”

"Again?"

Fan Tianning's eyes widened, this was faster than yesterday!

What are these words, Fu Xiaoguan glared at Fan Tianning, and walked towards the bookcase.

As a result, the eyes of all the teenagers fell on Fu Xiaoguan's back again.

"Isn't it......"

"Giving up on yourself?"

"He's already lost two games anyway, and this one certainly doesn't matter."

"Is it possible that he could really write a brilliant poetic essay in such a short time?"

"What do you want? It will take ten months to conceive, and even if you are pregnant, it will always take time to brew! ”

"Since he gave up this Wen Kui, why did he come to participate in the Wen Kui?"

"Maybe he really can't write any good poetry articles."

So many people think that after all, a good poetry article needs inspiration and carving, inspiration depends on chance, and carving depends on water milling, which takes time.

But Fu Xiaoguan didn't think much time!

"If he still has the crown...... Unless, he knew the topic in advance! ”

Miss Tang San looked at the back, her eyebrows fell silent, and she said this.

The students in the audience were talking about Fu Xiaoguan, but Wen Xingzhou on the stage looked at Fu Xiaoguan and laughed, and even had undisguised eagerness in his eyes.

Will he be able to write an astonishing article today?

……

Dong Shulan is still grinding ink, and she is happy in her heart.

Of course, she read the five poems yesterday for the first time, although she has been with Fu Xiaoguan for nearly a year, she is still amazed by those poems.

This is the husband she chose herself, and she is proud of him!

This is a truly erudite genius, such exquisite poetry, he actually completed it in a short period of time, this is the chest of hills and valleys, and the belly of poetry and books!

With such a young man, who else can there be in the world?

Fu Xiaoguan raised the pen with a wave, and when the pen fell on the paper, he saw the three scribbled characters of "Burrow Ming".

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin.

The moss marks are green, and the grass is green.

There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding.

You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra.

There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case.

Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion.

Confucius Ziyun: "What is ugly? ”

In one go, Fu Xiaoguan picked up his pen and looked at it, originally wanting to change Nanyang Zhuge Luxi Shuzi Cloud Pavilion to Linjiang West Mountain Residence and Kyoto Liyuan Pavilion. After thinking about it, he didn't change it, because after changing it, its meaning dropped sharply, and this was also a tribute to the classics of the past.

As for someone going to pursue Nanyang Zhuge Lu and Xishu Ziyun Pavilion, it's none of his business.

However, what he didn't know was that there was really a Zhuge Lu in Nanyang County, Fanguo, and now Zhuge Ming, the great Confucian of Fanguo, lives there.

In the past, Xishu was the western wilderness of the Yu Dynasty, and there was indeed a very famous Mr. Ziyun, who spent his whole life spreading sacred knowledge in Xishu and wanted to educate the people.

Now, that Ziyun Pavilion is in Xirong Mansion, and Mr. Ziyun's surname is Yang Mingzhi, which is naturally different from his previous life. The Yang family has taken root in Xirong, and has now become a famous family in Xirong Mansion.

Fu Xiaoguan put down the pen, Wen Xingzhou hurriedly walked down, and then his eyes fell on this inscription, and he couldn't take it off anymore.

He couldn't help himself, and before the pen and ink on the paper dried up, he took the paper and walked away quickly, leaving Fu Xiaoguan stunned in place.

……

Polymath Building.

Eight great Confucians were reviewing yesterday's poems, and Wen Xingzhou hurriedly climbed upstairs with this article in his hand.

"Princesses, princesses, gods, gods!"

The eight great Confucians suddenly raised their heads, and the old master of Lishan Academy even raised his eyes to look out the window - this, how much time has passed?

"His article again?" Old Master Zhuang stood up excitedly and asked.

"Of course, come on, come on, everyone enjoys!"

A scribbled article was placed on the bookcase, and the top nine Confucians of the Wu Dynasty all surrounded him, and then ...... There was silence again!

After half a pillar of incense, this article was silently recited by them at least twenty times in their hearts.

Old Master Du shook his head and sighed: "If it is really true that if the sky does not give birth to Fu Xiaoguan, the world is like a long night, such a literary talent, how can there be such a thousand years!" ”

Old Master Mei sat on the stool, and said excitedly, "We are respected by the world as a great Confucian...... The old man suddenly felt that this was simply a kind of irony! ”

Old Master Zhuang thought so, and frequently bowed his head and said: "This humble room is inscribed, there are few crosses, although the humble room, but because of the master who lives here, it is noble...... The realm of Fu Xiaoguan is really embarrassing for the old man! ”

Wen Xingzhou didn't judge, he hurried to the second floor again, so the other eight Confucians also ran down.

Naturally, they wanted to copy a copy of this article, and what Wen Xingzhou wanted was to frame this article well and hang it in the lobby.

Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin, what a lofty character!

There is no silk and bamboo, no case, what a comfortable life!

Think about it again, and now it is widely sung in Guanyun City...... Is this kid really asking for a position of power?