The final level finally began, and not only did the people who broke through the level get nervous, but the crowd of onlookers also became quiet.

The capture of Queqiao has finally reached the most critical moment.

Lu Ting didn't bother to pay attention to Fang Shiqiang, whose face was full of resentment, and looked at the people around him, most of them were about thirty.

Except for judging and subordinates, the rest are all competitors.

"Big brother, including us, there are thirty-two people, most of them are raw, and they are probably from other places." Eldest Sun Chong whispered beside Lu Ting.

Just now, Changsun Chong paid attention to the number of people who passed the fifth level, and when he sounded the gong to end the fifth level, the number of people he counted was thirty-two.

In the first level, there are about 300 lanterns with riddles written on them, which means that only one adult can stand on the sixth floor of the lantern tower and accept the last challenge.

Of course, no matter how many people there are, there is only one bull head lamp, thirty-two boys with explosive hormones, and only one person who can become famous and prostitute in the end.

Sun Shiyong stood up, arched his hand to the thirty-two passers, and said with a smile: "Being able to break through to the sixth level is enough to make everyone in the Ming Dynasty a leader in both talents, and the old man congratulates you on behalf of Pingkangfang." ”

The scene was not very warm applause, and Lu Ting and Changsun Chong also clapped their hands.

Everyone's minds were thinking about what the last question would come up with, and no one wanted to listen to a bad old man.

On-site poetry is a necessary part of the magpie bridge lantern, and it is also the most eye-catching link, many people will make some preparations before coming.

Sun Shiyong also understood everyone's thoughts, briefly introduced the rules by routine, and quickly said loudly: "It is estimated that everyone present is waiting very anxiously, okay, without further ado, the final game will start immediately." ”

As soon as the voice fell, the needle drop on the scene could be heard.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Sun Shiyong coughed dryly, raised the volume, and said loudly: "In the past, it was mostly the old man who came up with the questions, and he was tired after so many problems, this year change the rules, and one of them will judge the proposition, for the good brother, the first time you participate in this kind of activity, you have to come up with a question." ”

There are always old faces present, like Kong Yingda, Wang Yongzhi and Zhang Hu, there are many protégés, so it is possible to cause controversy if they ask questions, Du Zhengzang has no scruples, he is rarely in Chang'an, and it is the first time to participate in this kind of activity, plus he has a very high status in the hearts of readers, many people believe in him.

Other people proposed, if they did not intend to let their protégés or disciples do it before, it would damage the reputation of Queqiao to seize the lamp.

When Du Zhengzang heard this, he said with some doubts: "This... It's not appropriate. ”

background, status, and reputation, he does not have the advantage, let himself propose, Du Zhengzang is a little flattered.

Kong Yingda, Zhang Hu and Wang Yongzhi echoed it, saying that several judges present had participated in this kind of activity many times, and they had all had questions, but only Du Zhengzang had not, so his proposition was taken for granted.

After some pushing, Du Zhengzang happily accepted the task of showing up, thought about it, and quickly said: "Shangyuan Festival, naturally I want to write some festive poems, I am so happy tonight, let's make it simpler, writing poems is inseparable from the wind and snow, it is said that beauty is like flowers, and the most important thing in Pingkangfang is beauty, and this proposition will write flowers." ”

After a pause, Du Zhengzang added: "There are many poems about flowers, and it is easy to write, but it is not easy to write brilliantly, and I hope to see some new and interesting masterpieces." ”

The proposition turned out to be flowers.

Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard it, Du Zhengzang was right, there are a lot of poems like Fenghua Xueyue, it can be said that they are all badly written, but they are not good at writing, at least they are not afraid of not being able to write.

Yuwenying, who was standing not far away, was even more overjoyed when he heard this, and his fist couldn't help but clench: It's really lucky, I found someone to invite a few good poems that have not been published before participating in the event, and one of them is related to flowers, and I won it.

"Light incense." As soon as Du Zhengzang's words fell, someone immediately lit a long incense stick with a fire fold.

"Finally reached the last level" Zheng Zihan patted Zheng Yanzhi on the shoulder and said, "Sister Zhi, are you nervous?" ”

After hearing that the proposition is a flower, Zheng Zihan breathed a sigh of relief, and came up with a remote proposition, if everyone is not good at playing, maybe someone will pick up a bargain, such a simple proposition as "flower", the easier it is, the more exquisite the skill of writing poetry.

Many people know that Fang Shiqiang, who is known as the first genius in Jiangnan, is best at the theme of wind and snow.

Just now, Zheng Zihan felt that he was seventy percent sure, and after hearing the proposition, he was at least eighty or ninety percent sure.

Zheng Yanzhi shook her head and said, "Nervous? Sister Han, why should I be nervous? ”

"Sister Zhi, don't you know that Fang Gongzi is best at this kind of poetry?"

"I don't know, there's no need to know" Zheng Zhengzhi said indifferently: "As long as the results are not announced, everything is variable, and for me, there is still a ninety percent chance of winning." ”

Zheng Zihan smiled slightly: "That is, the time of a pillar of incense, and you will soon know whether you lose or I win." ”

Zheng Yanzhi didn't speak, her eyes kept looking at Lu Ting who was standing on the sixth floor of the Lantern Tower.

The prodigal son of Dengtu is greedy for money and lustful, and his character is average, but he can always surprise people and make many impossible possibilities, and I don't know if he can create surprises again this time.

If Lu Ting wins, he will gain fame and fortune, and he will be able to win his favorite bookcase, it can be said that he will both benefit, but for some reason, Zheng Yanzhi hopes that Lu Ting will lose......

"Boss, have you thought about it?" Eldest Sun Chong looked at Lu Ting with some surprise and asked with some doubts.

The proposition came down, and everyone was searching for dry intestines, some talented people had already walked to the bookcase, ready to write their new work, and at such a tense moment, Lu Ting actually had the heart to eat.

The eldest grandson Chong wanted to kneel down for Lu Ting, such an important occasion, such a good opportunity to become famous overnight, Lu Ting was still so calm.

"It's okay, when I eat, I'm more inspired, just keep busy with you." Lu Ting said calmly.

Isn't it a good poem if you are a human being, as long as you are willing, say another one, ten poems and eight capitals are no problem, and each capital is the kind that has been handed down.

Changsun Chong nodded a little helplessly, walked to the side and thought about his masterpiece, there is really not much time for a pillar of incense.

That is, half a cup of tea, someone suddenly shouted: "Haha, there is." ”

Everyone turned their heads to take a look, only to see Yuwenying confidently walked to the bookcase, picked up a wolf hair, and wrote on the spot.

The movement was really fast, everyone just looked at it, quickly retracted their eyes, and continued to polish their poems.

If someone else has done it, you have to hurry up.

After Yuwenying finished writing, checked that it was correct, signed his name again, and carefully dried the ink with his mouth, and then handed it over to the servant girl on the side, and the servant girl handed it to the judge, and when everyone was done, then there would be a loud voice of the subordinate to chant in public.

Seeing the anxious looks on the faces of some people, Yuwenying was secretly happy in his heart: he was lucky, and the poem he prepared in advance should have a poem that should be in response to the topic, and he could not only show his talent and quick thinking in advance, but also exert invisible pressure on those competitors.

If it weren't for the scruples that made people suspicious, Yuwenying really wanted to write it as soon as he said the proposition.

Looking up and secretly looking at the judges' seat, I saw that the five judges had gathered together to watch their poems, and Zhang Wailang and Sun Huishou nodded.

This is a very good sign, and the smile on Yuwen Ying's face is even bigger.

A quarter of an hour is not short, but it is not long, but fortunately, it is not difficult to write poems related to flowers, and some people are prepared in advance like Yuwen Ying, and when they see someone handing in first, they also begin to walk towards the bookcase, and some people stand in front of the bookcase before they are done, thinking of a sentence to write.

When Changxiang was just halfway burned, Fang Shiqiang also walked towards the bookcase with a confident face, only to see that he was moving his pen like a flower, and a few breaths of effort were done in one go.

At this time, Changsun Chong walked towards the bookcase.

"Old Five, looking at your smile, you must have a winning ticket in your hand." Yuwen Ying saw Fang Shiqiang coming over, and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

Even if he was prepared, Yuwenying didn't expect to win the bull's head lamp, looking forward to applause and admiration when reciting his poems.

"A clumsy work, I don't know if it can enter the eyes of the five judges, or the third brother is amazing, the first one to finish." Fang Shiqiang responded with a smile.

Yuwen Ying waved his hand and said: "What's so powerful, it's just throwing bricks and attracting jade." ”

Fang Shiqiang looked around, and quickly fell on the table where the snacks were still placed, his eyes closed, and the fingers of his right hand tapped lightly on the tabletop, as if he was still polishing his poems.

"This Tian Shenu surnamed Lu can't be written, right?" Yuwen Ying noticed that Fang Shiqiang's gaze was a little strange, and soon found the key to it, and immediately opened his mouth to laugh.

If it weren't for the fingers of Lu Ting's right hand tapping on the tabletop, he would have thought he was asleep.

Fang Shiqiang shook his head and said: "This kind of subject matter is too extensive, even a boy who has just learned to know can do it, and there is a chance that he can't write... Very low. ”

"This Lu Ting, what he is best at is pretending, I guess he wants to be the last finale to appear, attracting attention." Yuwen Ying said with a sneer.

Fang Shiqiang gently pinched the joints of his fingers, making a soft crackling sound, and once again had a smiling expression on his face, and leaned into Yuwenying's ear and said, "Third brother, you have a good look, see how the little brother will teach this Tian Shenu a lesson in a while." ”

For Fang Shiqiang, tonight was a good day, a good day for himself to become famous, but he didn't expect to fall into Lu Ting's trap and say his laissez-faire in public, this time it was a big shame, and he was furious when he thought of these Fang Shiqiang.

I've been thinking about how to get revenge on Lu Ting, and now... It seems that an opportunity has been found.

"The fifth brother has spoken, it must be exciting, and he will wait for good news for his brother." Yuwen Ying's eyes lit up and he happily responded.

Da Changjin's people are all their own enemies, Yuwen Ying doesn't like Lu Ting very much, and when he heard that Fang Shiqiang was going to teach Lu Ting a lesson, he immediately came to his senses.

Yuwen Ying sat on the side and waited leisurely to see a good show, and the eldest grandson Chong, who had finished handing in the poems, was so anxious that he turned around.

The incense burned for more than half of it, and only a small section was left, and it was estimated that it was only half a cup of tea, but Lu Ting was still sitting with his eyes closed, and the fingers of his right hand seemed to be rhythmically knocking on the table, as if he was not here to participate in the Queqiao lantern, but to listen to the music in the Qinglou.

There is only a small section of incense left, and the rivals Yu Wenying and Fang Shiqiang have also handed in the poems, and at this moment, there are five people in front of the bookcase who are writing with a pen, and only Lu Ting is left without moving.

Did you not think about it, or did you not pay attention to the hour?

The eldest grandson Chong was so anxious that he wanted to remind Lu Ting to pay attention to the time, but he was worried that Lu Ting was writing poetry at a critical juncture, if he disturbed him, maybe the good poems would be gone, but if he didn't remind him, it would be too late.

It's just left and right.

Not only is the eldest grandson anxious, but Zheng Yanzhi, who has been paying attention to Lu Ting, also has a feeling of scratching her heart, seeing that they are all completed, only Lu Ting is still sitting motionless, Zheng Yanzhi is sweating for Lu Ting.

It doesn't matter if the poem is not brilliant, there are so many people, only one can climb to the seventh floor of the light tower, but how can it be made, if everyone else makes it, there will be only one Lu Ting left, and it will not sound good to spread out.

There are two Shueisha sisters who don't know the situation, and they also noticed Lu Ting's situation and whispered about whether Lu Ting had given up.

Just as the eldest grandson Chong gritted his teeth and was about to make a move to remind Lu Ting, he saw the corners of Lu Ting's mouth slightly upturned, and suddenly opened his eyes, quickly stood up, and walked steadily towards the bookcase.

Finally moved, the eldest grandson Chong Changchang breathed a sigh of relief, and he was about to die.

When Lu Ting walked towards the bookcase, he was already the last, and when he saw that so many people's eyes fell on him, he couldn't help but straighten his waist, his face was smiling and his eyes were shining, and he enjoyed this feeling of being in the limelight.

Yuwen Ying really didn't guess wrong, Lu Ting really waited until the last moment to make the finale.

In ancient times, fame was very important, with fame, it was easy to do anything, especially for those who entered the official career, it was obviously easier to be promoted if they were famous, Lu Ting promised Changsun Chong to participate, in addition to Qianguan It was very attractive, and the most important reason was that he wanted to increase his fame through this activity.

Not to mention anything else, with fame, Li Er will definitely look down on himself, maybe as soon as he is happy, he will sit on the position of master and apprentice, and when Li Er takes the throne, he will become a protégé of the prince from the prince to the protégé of the son of heaven, and it is beautiful to think about.

I just wanted to be the first to finish, but I just wanted to get up, but I didn't expect Yuwen Ying's goods to be faster than myself.

If you can't be the first, then the final finale will appear, Lu Ting looks squinted, with a relaxed look, but in fact, his right eye shows a slit from time to time, and he has been looking at the length of the incense in the conspicuous place, and the eldest grandson Chong is so anxious that Lu Ting also saw it, but he still waited until the last moment to appear.

It's really good, it's a wonderful feeling that you're the only one in the audience, and everyone's eyes are on you.

In front of everyone's eyes, Lu Ting confidently walked towards the bookcase, two zhang, one zhang, four steps, three steps, two steps....

Seeing that Lu Ting was still one step away from the bookcase, Fang Shiqiang, who was leaning on a pillar, shook his right hand slightly, and a silver bean fell from the sleeve pocket to the palm of his right hand, at this time the hand was still in the sleeve, no one saw the situation in the sleeve, Fang Shiqiang skillfully put the silver bean in the position of the index finger, turned the angle quietly, and the index finger of the right hand flicked hard, and the thin silver bean flew quickly in the air, accurately hitting the joint of Lu Ting's right leg.

Lu Ting suddenly felt a pain in the joint of his right foot, his right leg was weak, he bent involuntarily, the whole person lost his balance, and fell on the bookcase with a "bang".

The scream of "ah" was heard clearly by Zheng Yanzhi in the bread box.

"Boss, are you alright?" The eldest grandson Chong was startled, and hurriedly rushed up to pull up Lu Ting.

Lu Ting touched the knee joint of his right foot, and said while gasping for air: "It's okay, I don't know why my right foot suddenly hurts, and then I don't have strength." ”

It's really evil, and it's not a trip, how can a good person fall.

I still want to make a splash, but I made a joke first.

Changsun Chong also wanted to comfort Lu Ting, but a noble son who was good friends with Changsun Chong reminded on the side: "Brother Changsun, don't talk about it, let your friends hurry up and compose poems, the fragrance is almost gone." ”

Lu Ting and Changsun Chong turned their heads and couldn't help but be startled: the incense stick burned so much that there was only a little bit left, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

"Not good" A voice that made Changsun Chong even more desperate sounded: "Lu Gongzi just overturned the book case, and the ink was all down, this... It's too late to grind the ink now. ”

When the eldest grandson looked at it, his face suddenly became depressed, and it turned out that the ink inkstones that were only filled with thick ink fell to the ground, and the ink inkstones were empty.

With the length of that incense, it is estimated that it is not enough time to write a poem of five words and five poems, and now there is not even ink, and Changsun Chong has only one thought in his heart: It's over, it's over, the boss is a strange soldier, I'm afraid it's going to break.

Some people are happy and some are worried, when the eldest grandson Chong looked desperate, Yuwenying and Fang Shiqiang's faces showed joy, especially Fang Shiqiang, and there was a sneer on his lips that the conspiracy had succeeded.