As night fell, Chongzhou was still brightly lit, and as the talents of the three major families entered the inner hall, the Wenhui officially entered the climax.

After a startled drum, the talents in the inner hall sat quietly next to the copywriter, and Ye Lin was startled and looked at Yi Yi suspiciously.

"This is Wengu, Wenhui has begun to choose the head of the text," Yiyi said with a cold face.

Ye Lin was surprised, and then two rows of maids walked into the hall and placed pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on each bookcase. A middle-aged man in a green robe walked up to the inner hall and said: "In the head of the Ma family: Marven, you can come to the inner hall, you must be outstanding, after this sound of the drum, the battle for the head of the text began, a total of fifty-six talents in the Chongwen Hall, by a few of us to make a question, tasting, the winner was elected as the first of the text, at this point, the wine!" ”

After Marven finished speaking, two rows of maids walked up to the inner hall holding the wine utensils, Ye Lin smelled the aroma of wine in the air and asked Yiyi: "Brother Yi, what is this?" ”

Yi Yi swallowed his spit and said: "The best fruit wine in Chongzhou can only be drunk in Chongwentang."

"Brother B loves wine?"

B: "Literati and inkmen, who doesn't love the things in this cup"

After that, Yi Yiben took the wine jug and poured himself and Ye Lin a glass.

"Daoist taste?"

"Ah, this ...... Poor people don't drink," Ye Lin said.

"Heh, men don't drink, coward" Yi Yi picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Ye Lin exhaled, this person seems to look down on himself, just a glass of fruit wine, although Poor Dao can't make poetry, but a mere glass of fruit wine can still be looked down upon by you.

Thinking about it, Ye Lin also followed the example of Yiyi, picked up the wine and drank it all, the clear fruit wine entered his throat, and Ye Lin licked his lips. This wine is not only not spicy, but also a little sweet, just like the fruit drink of later generations, which is good.

"Brother Yi, why doesn't this wine smell like wine?" Ye Lin asked.

"This is the genius of this sake, the brewer uses a special method to suppress the sweetness and spiciness of the sake with fruitiness, so that the drinker can taste a different kind of wine, which is also the genius of the sake," Yi Yi said.

Ye Lin nodded, it seems that the alcohol content should not be high, thinking of this, Ye Lin picked up the wine jug and poured himself another glass, took a sip and said with satisfaction: "Grape flavor, it's so sweet"

Yi Yi: "Chongzhou's fruit wine is one of the top ten wines in the Tang Dynasty, it is extremely sweet, and the Taoist has tasted good things today."

Ye Lin nodded, drank the remaining fruit wine in the cup in one gulp, and was about to pour a glass, but Yi Yi grabbed Ye Lin's palm and said: "Dao Chief, this wine was drunk when we were fighting for a while, it doesn't matter if we sit in a remote place and drink a cup secretly, it would be too embarrassing if we drank it all."

Ye Lin blinked, looked at the fruit wine in the cup, and reluctantly put down the cup, at this time Marven came out again and said: "Please put pen to paper, the first question, the poem contains wine, and those who have a poet can drink a glass"

Marven said, the talents next to the copywriter started writing one after another, and the poem brought wine, which was a simple topic, and Yi Yi next to Ye Lin thought about it and started to write.

Soon, Yi Yi raised his head and beckoned to the maid next to him, the maid stepped forward, B handed over the written poem, and then picked up the flask and poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all.

Then he turned his head to look at Ye Lin and said with a smile: "This wine is really sweet and refreshing, if the Taoist chief has no poetry, this pot of wine will be cheaper for his subordinates." ”

Ye Lin touched his nose, the bottom line in his heart was a little shaken, he couldn't write the poems himself, but he could copy them, and he could copy three hundred Tang poems casually.

Ye Lin hesitated for a long time, sighed, grabbed the pen on the case, wrote neatly on the rice paper, and then beckoned to the maid next to him.

Yi Yi whispered in Ye Lin's ear: "The Taoist really doesn't want any face at all, this article will be passed on to the Confucians in the back, and the Daoist will not be afraid that those Confucians who are angry will drive you out with sticks."

Ye Lin smiled, handed the written poems to the maid who came, and whispered to Yi Yi: "Poor people have no talent, they don't need face, anyway, if there are poems, this wine and poor way will be done."

Ye Lin said, picked up the wine jug, poured a glass of wine, and raised his eyebrows at Yiyi, Tang poems are easy to memorize, and the beginning of the text is easy to take, but it is completely unnecessary, besides, Ziyun originally wanted to use the literary meeting to test his literary talent, let alone be a copyist.

Behind Chongwen Hall, several old men sat in front of the desk, reading the poems sent by the maid, and suddenly an old man's face changed, slapped the table, and said angrily: "Shaft! ”

The three old men next to the desk were startled, and an old man with white hair hurriedly asked, "Old friend, sit first, sit first, what's wrong with you?" ”

The old man threw the paper in his hand on the copy, and said angrily: "Look at it, there are some things mixed in Chongwen Hall, if this vertical is not really half literate, it is to deceive my old eyes and be dizzy!" ”

Several old men around came up and wrote on the paper: "One, two, three, five, there should be wine here; Two-two-three-four-five, poor Dao wants to drink; Three, two, three, four, five, Wenhui wine is good; Four, two, three, four, five, drink after writing. ”

Several old men looked at the crooked font and were speechless.

"This is what was written? The old man disqualified him from continuing to participate in the cultural meeting! Bullshit, whatever! The old man asked the maid on the side angrily.

"It was the Taoist in the corner who wrote this poem," replied the maid cautiously.

"What a demon Dao, I don't know how to sneak into Chongwen Hall, come on, blast me out!"

"Sir, dissipate your anger, the Taoist chief in the hall is the head of the meeting, the head of the meeting appointed by the Lord of the Ziyun Hall personally, sir, dissipate the gas first, it's good that you haven't seen this poem, it's about the share of the three refined salts, Mr. must be calm!"

Marven didn't know when he was coming out, and said with a wry smile on his face.

"What, this demon path is the leader!" The old man was shocked and angry.

Marven nodded with a wry smile and said, "Yes, sir, sitting next to the Dao chief is Zixuan's Yiyi"

When the old man heard Marven's words, he gradually calmed down, sat down next to the copywriter, and thought that he would be angry when he was going to look at such a bullshit thing next, so he said to Marven: "Do you want us old guys to watch this bullshit thing until the end of the literary meeting?" ”

Marven immediately said: "Don't worry, sir, I'll find a way"

After saying that, Marven left in a hurry, the people in this house are all famous and famous Confucians, Marven has just taken over the Ma family for a few days, so naturally he doesn't dare to offend these old gentlemen.