In addition to studying, many students will spend time learning some self-defense skills, such as swordsmanship, archery, horse riding, and some practice pitching pots.

Fang Shiqiang likes to practice playing things since he was a child, mainly playing some small, hard things with his fingers, fun and hidden, after nearly ten years of practice, he has really practiced the ability to flick his fingers, not only accurately, but also powerful.

Lu Ting suddenly fell, which was Fang Shiqiang's masterpiece.

Yuwenying didn't notice how Fang Shiqiang moved his hands, and when he saw Lu Ting suddenly falling, he knew that this was Fang Shiqiang's masterpiece, and gave Fang Shiqiang a thumbs up without a trace.

Hearing that the incense was about to burn, Lu Ting turned his head and saw the incense that was about to burn out, and he was also anxious, so he didn't care about checking the wound, so he picked up a brush and a piece of paper casually, the brush was a little dry, put it in the ink inkstone, and put the ink that had not completely flowed into the bristles, and then said loudly: "Second child, bend over." ”

Eldest Sun Chong didn't think about it, and immediately bent down.

Lu Ting put the paper on the back of the eldest grandson Chong, used the back as a table, looked at the pen, thought for a while, and then quickly wrote on the paper.

"This Tian Shenu has no time, and he still refuses to give up?" Yuwen Ying said with some surprise.

Fang Shiqiang looked at the incense that was about to faintly begin to extinguish, and then looked at the ink inkstones scattered on the ground, and said with a sneer: "That incense will be extinguished in a few breaths, and he can't write a five-character poem too late, no matter how fast he writes, there is no ink, and there is no time for him to grind the ink." ”

Speaking of this, Fang Shiqiang said confidently: "Tian Shenu surnamed Lu can be ruled out, but now it's just grandstanding." ”

Knowing that he has no hope, he is now trying to show up as much as possible, just like those young apprentices in the troupe who have not yet been taught, occasionally have the opportunity to go on stage, always want to stay a little longer, and try their best to stay on the stage and refuse to go down.

"That is, if you can't even finish a poem, what's the use" Yu Wenying decided in his heart.

The bet of 2,000 guan is stable, maybe you are lucky enough to win the bull's head lamp, not only can you choose an Oiran to spend the night together, but the most important thing is to become famous overnight.

It's a joy to think about.

Lu Tingyun pen like flying, quickly writing on the paper, there is no pause in the middle, when the last word is written, the incense used to calculate the time just burned the last bit of spice, turned into a small pinch of white ash floating in the air.

The ink of the brush is not full enough, and there is no ink available, and when the last word "twilight" is written, the ink is obviously much lighter, and you have to look carefully to see it.

At the sound of "dang", the waiter in charge of watching the time suddenly struck the gong in his hand and shouted: "When the hour comes, please put down the pen in your hand immediately." ”

President Lu breathed a sigh of relief, threw the pen in his hand away, and then motioned to the waiter on the side to hand over the paper.

It can be said that it is completed by stepping on the point, and if you have one more breath late, this poem will not be finished.

was scared into a cold sweat, and I wanted to come to the finale of the high-profile appearance, but I didn't expect to almost not even hand in the "roll".

Pretending to be forced almost overdressed.

"Lu Gongzi, this poem..."The waiter looked at Lu Ting's poem and asked with some embarrassment.

Just wrote a line of ten numbers, it doesn't look neat, as if it's not finished, and hand it in?

"When the hour comes, just hand it in." Lu Ting said calmly.

The waiter answered, and quickly handed it over.

Every poem, after handing it in, will be recited in public, if it is well written, it must be no problem, if it is poorly written, and it is recited and sung in public, it will make people laugh.

has already reminded Lu Ting, and Lu Ting still insists on handing it over, so hand it over, even if you make a fool of yourself, it has nothing to do with you.

After the last poem was handed in, when Sun Shiyong received the poem sent to Lu Ting by the waiter, the whole person was obviously stunned, looked at Lu Ting, who was a little embarrassed, and then looked at the "poem" handed in by Lu Ting, shook his head and said: "I finally broke through to the sixth level, but I didn't expect that even the poem was not completed, but it's a pity."

There are only more than ten words, and even five quatrains can't be put together, and the unfinished poems are still presented, is this the last stubbornness of a literati?

Not only is the poem unfinished, not even the ink is enough, the words behind are getting lighter and fainter, and the last word is almost unrecognizable.

I finally had a chance to get ahead, but I fell to the last step.

Wang Yongzhi, a doctor of Guozixue, glanced at the poem and said casually: "Sun Huishou won't want to make an exception for him to make up for it, right?" ”

"There are no rules, it's just a pity for him, the rules can't be broken." After a pause, Sun Shiyong said leisurely.

Participating in this kind of activity is to make a name for yourself, but now you can't be famous, and if you recite and sing a poem like this, you will definitely be laughed at.

Wang Yongzhi waved his hand and said, "It's no pity, it's originally a field... Poor children, let him know the gap. ”

Lu Ting is a person from the Qin Palace, Wang Yongzhi has always supported the prince, and he has no good impression of Lu Ting, a poor man who has no background and stands in the wrong team, on the contrary, he faintly feels that he is annoying, and he eats and drinks without an image, and deliberately sets up Fang Shiqiang.

Wang Yongzhi is also from Wang Tong's family, and Fang Shiqiang is his own backward, and Wang Yongzhi regarded Fang Shiqiang as his own from the beginning.

I wanted to laugh at Lu Ting as a Tian Shenu, but then I thought that I was a judge, and I couldn't be too biased on the surface, so I changed my words.

At this time, Kong Yingda turned his head: "Sun Huishou, is it time to chant, the people below are in a hurry." ”

People who watch the Queqiao take the lamp, it doesn't matter who wins the bull's head lamp, the important thing is to witness the first time the masterpiece comes out, many people prepare their own pen and ink to prepare a record, for this important event, Pingkangfang makes way for it to make way in an all-round way, during the Queqiao lantern grabbing, the drum music stops.

so as not to disturb the onlookers to listen to the poems.

I also heard someone ask loudly when the chanting of the hymn would begin.

"Let's get started." Sun Shiyong nodded and commanded.

At the sound of the order, someone immediately struck the gong three times in a row and shouted, "Start reciting poetry." ”

The scene, which had been a little disturbed just now, was quiet again, and everyone's attention was on the sixth floor of the light tower, and the person in charge of recording put the pen in the ink inkstone and dipped it in ink, ready to record.

Soon, a sturdy and energetic servant walked to a specially built small platform with a piece of paper, and shouted loudly by pulling his throat: "Now I am reciting the work of Chang'an Yuwen Yinggongzi, and the poem is entitled "Hua Lantern Shines in the Capital". ”

In ancient times, there was no amplification equipment, and there were too many listeners, so in order to let more people hear, they all ripped their throats and shouted loudly with all their might, and every time a few people in charge of chanting reduced their voices to hoarseness.

Hearing that he was about to sing his own composition, Yuwenying stood up, walked to a conspicuous place on the railing, and bowed down.

This is an opportunity to show his face, and Yuwen Ying will never miss it.

There was a burst of courtesy applause below, and it is worth encouraging to be able to break through to the sixth level.

After the applause stopped, the person in charge of chanting first struck the gong to signal everyone to be quiet, and then chanted loudly:

"The lights shine in the capital. The palace leaks to promote the dawn.

Smell the flowers in the nine-fold sky, and laugh in the five-colored clouds. ”

As soon as the words fell, a cheer rang out below.

Zhang Hu on the judges' bench took the lead in applauding: "Yes, this poem is magnificent, the meaning is eternal, the fragrance of flowers can be smelled in the nine heavens, and the flowers are used as a metaphor for the paradise of the world, which is interesting, and the old man thinks that this poem can be rated as the first in the world." ”

"Yuwen Ying was born in Jiangmen, I didn't expect his poetry attainments to be so good, yes, I also gave a subordinate." Wang Yongzhi also said with a smile.

Kong Yingda thought for a while, and quickly said: "This poem is cleverly structured and magnificent, if it is a song of merit and virtue, it can be given a first-class, but the proposition is a flower, which seems a little far-fetched, and the old man thinks that it is more suitable for B." ”

Sun Shiyong nodded, turned his head to look at Du Zhengzang, who was sitting in the farthest place, and said, "What about the opinion of the good brother?" ”

"What Dr. Kong said is reasonable, but this poem adds a lot of color in terms of strangeness, so let's go up."

"Yishang" Sun Shiyong thought for a moment, turned his head and said to the record on the side.

Each judge has to give poems to comment, score, the scoring criteria have A, B, C three levels, each level is divided into upper, middle and lower three, all poems are recited and sung, the highest score automatically becomes the final winner.

After the person who recited got the scoring results, he sang loudly: "Yuwen Gongzi's lantern shines in Chang'an, and he has won the first middle school, the first middle school, the second middle school, the second upper and the second high, congratulations to Yuwen Gongzi." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a round of applause and cheers at the scene.

Queqiao is a well-known activity in Chang'an, and those who can sit on the judging table are all people with heads and faces, and it is already very good to get a first, Yuwenying took two firsts at once, which is equivalent to the recognition of the two judges.

After tonight, Yuwenying can be regarded as recognized by the literary world and is famous.

"Yuwen Gongzi, congratulations, I won the top two, after tonight, there is a new star in the literary world, I think the people of Chang'an will be able to hear Yuwen Gongzi's masterpieces tomorrow." A familiar friend expressed his best wishes to Yuwenying.

Fang Shijie also smiled and said: "The third brother's poem is well written, and it resonates in my heart as soon as I hear it, which is rare." Fang Shiqiang also congratulated.

The competitors around him also congratulated one after another, and Yuwen Ying said with a smile: "Rude, throwing bricks and stones, those good ones, maybe stay at the end." ”

As he spoke, Yuwen Ying's gaze fell on Lu Ting, and he looked at Lu Ting with a smile.

After listening to such a good poem, I didn't come to congratulate me, I really didn't have any eyesight, this Tian Shenu, on the surface, looked indifferent, and his heart collapsed.

The healthy servant who recited "Hua Lantern Shines in the Capital" stepped back, and soon replaced the slightly thin servant who stepped forward, and after three gongs, shouted loudly: "Now I am reciting the work of Chen Jiansong Gongzi of Luozhou, and the poem is entitled Mei Yan Worship Shou Weng." ”

Chen Jiansong, from Luozhou, stood up, walked to the railing and made a hand salute, and after showing his face, the servant immediately began to chant aloud:

"The moon is in the middle of winter. Ten leaves are green and green.

The plum blossom fragrance opens the feast, and the cypress wine bottle worships the longevity in front of the bottle. ”

The quality of this poem is very high, Yuwen Ying's poem uses flowers as a metaphor for the prosperity of the world, Chen Luozhou's poem has a far-reaching artistic conception, and uses flowers to set off the beautiful character of respecting and loving the elderly.