Just a poem, everyone didn't know what to say for a while, because this poem has far-reaching meaning, and the strong taste of worrying about the country and the people in the poem is rushing to the face, where is this a scholar can make a poem, if it is not the loyal and martyr ministers of the court, how can anyone make such a masterpiece.

Everyone couldn't help but look at this beautiful young man called Ye Aniu, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, people say that male and female are difficult to distinguish, when you look at him, you know that he is a man, but in an instant you even feel that he is more beautiful and enchanting than a woman. People just glanced at it, and they couldn't help but look away, it seems that such a person should not think about the peace of the country, but should consider the wanton flowers of rouge powder.

Nowadays, there are more people who write poems, but being able to write the worries about the country and the people into the poems is undoubtedly a step ahead in terms of concept. And Ye Aniu's poems not only rhyme neatly, but also carry on the past and the future, and never leave the people's homes, how can this be compared with ordinary people?

"The saint is the plow, and the people are the grain. The national customs are thrifty and pure, and the people are full and the family gives. A husband ploughs a few ridges, and wanders like a cloud. A silkworm spits out a few silks, and Luo Qi is like a mountain. Peace does not exist on its own, and so does the famine. Shennong and Houji, there are spirits that should be weeping. Zhang Xiaowu repeated the poem in a low voice, took a breath of cold air, he closed his eyes and felt the artistic conception in the poem, and suddenly there was a scene of misery of the people, traitors in the court, and corrupt officials who were not conducive to the people's livelihood.

"I'm rubbing! Isn't that scolding me? Zhang Xiaowu reacted suddenly, crying and laughing, Ye Aniu, who was dressed as a woman, actually scolded himself through poetry, which was worth it. However, he could not refute it, at least he knew the situation of the current imperial court, although he and the central government were doing their best to maintain this vast and ancient empire, but the subordinates and officials were corrupt and bribery, and oppressed the people, and it seemed that they were seriously ill. The reason why Zhang Xiaowu wanted to establish various colleges and create a modern university system was actually to use these college students to replace the old officials and give the Shenghan Empire a new vitality.

At this time, Wang Jingzhi walked over, and Zhang Xiaowu asked him, "Brother Ma, what do you think of this poem?" ”

Wang Jingzhi teased: "Brother Liang, you can see from your expression that you like this poem very much. But this poem doesn't seem to be very kind to you, do you feel it? ”

Zhang Xiaowu nodded and said: "I really like this poem, and I admire Ye Aniu, who wrote this poem." Whoever this person is, I want to get to know him and learn a thing or two from him. Brother Ma, do you recognize this person? Why have I never heard of such a talent in Longdu, he is afraid of which family he is, right? ”

Wang Jingzhi said with a smile: "Yes, if he participates in the imperial examination, he will definitely win the champion." ”

"You're saying he doesn't participate in the imperial examinations?" Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help asking, and then reacted and couldn't help laughing, he could see that this person was a woman disguised as a man, since it was a woman disguised as a man, this person's identity must be a woman, so it was normal not to be able to participate in the imperial examination. And thinking that women can't participate in the imperial examination is indeed a bit discriminatory against women, but this has been the rule for thousands of years. And the reason why the Holy Han Empire did not allow women to be officials was because women were more impulsive than men and could not think rationally. There are very few impulsive among men, but there are many impulsive among women, and the ancients know the truth that future generations can not understand.

Wang Jingzhi smiled and asked, "Do you like this person who scolds you very much?" ”

Zhang Xiaowu said: "How do you say this? It's like I like to be abused. He said in his heart, I'm not shaking M, I don't have that masochistic fetish.

Wang Jingzhi said with a smile: "That's good, although you don't know this person well, but he is very famous." As he was talking, he suddenly saw Han Sanhu, the representative of the southern students, abandon the pen, crumpled the half-finished poems on the table into a ball of waste paper, and then turned to Ye Aniu and bowed, and said with a long breath: "Ye Gongzi is talented, and he is less than one-tenth of his son's talent, and it will be a shame to take out his small work in the next." In this battle, he was convinced by the defeat, and he was fortunate that Han would ask Ye Gongzi for advice. In this game, I lost in the next game. ”

Seeing Han Sanhu admit defeat so neatly, everyone didn't realize that he was there, after all, this Ye Aniu's poems were so well written, anyone who stepped forward would unconsciously avoid three points, and it could only be said that this Han Sanhu was simply too unlucky to meet such a genius who wrote poetry.

It's just that this Ye Aniu's fame is too small, and everyone doesn't know who he is, as if this person fell from the sky, everyone can't help but continue to look at it. Ye Aniu was blushing by everyone, and turned to Tantai Baoxin and said, "Mr. Three Idiots, let's play next." ”

In the third game, the title given by the three of Fan was candles, and the representative sent by the southern students was Yuezhou Long Qianzi, who knew that this Long Qianzi was not a Han Chinese, but a barbarian with Chinese dialect, and everyone couldn't help but be more curious, what kind of ability did this person have, and he actually represented the southern students.

The person who came up in line for the northern representative was Xiao Zhi'an.

Among the ten sons, Xiao Zhian is the most handsome and chic talent, although Ye Aniu is beautiful and male and female, but Xiao Zhian is the most in line with the public's aesthetics of the beautiful man, there is a heroic atmosphere between the eyebrows, plus this person is only nineteen years old, and it has become the existence of many rich ladies in Longdu City.

And the result of the two fighting poems made all the people who watched the excitement and support happy, Xiao Zhi'an's poem "Night Candle" was narrowly defeated by Long Qianzi's "Bright Light" with a vote of 2 to 1.

Long Qianzi was ashamed, but Hu Yanzhan on the side didn't care, he smiled faintly and said: "Brother Long, when it comes to writing poetry, you are better than him, but in terms of aura, you are not as good as him." ”

Long Qianzi said: "Is it because I am not Han? ”

Hu Yanzhan smiled: "Even if you are not Han, how can I despise you, have I ever neglected you, have I ever regarded you as an outsider?" ”

Long Qianzi smiled bitterly: "No, it's me who is too careful." ”

Hu Yanzhan said: "Because this is Longdu, the students around you are mainly northerners, although your poems are slightly better than the other party, but they are about the same." Therefore, under the clamor of the surrounding northern students, the three adults were slightly biased towards him, which did not hurt too much. ”

Long Qianzi asked: "How should this fourth game be compared?" Now we are 1-2 and we are behind them. ”

Hu Yanzhan smiled and said: "I have elected a representative, you can rest assured, if this person appears, he will definitely be able to win a big victory." ”

Long Qianzi was curious: "Who is it?" ”

Hu Yanzhan smiled and said nothing, and asked people to hand the slip to Yutai Baoxin.

"Title, Dragon River."

"The representative of the northern students, Ji Xiaoqiang of Sizhou."

"Representative of Southern Students, Liu Yuanqing of Muzhou!"