The scholar handed over the collected articles and poems to the table in the middle, and several gentlemen took out the poems and looked at them, but, looking at the frowning brows of these gentlemen, it is obvious that the level of poetry made by many scholars in this is not high, but, speaking of which, most of these people are young people who have not even taken the Xiucai exam, and the level is certainly not high.

After a while, one of the old men slammed the table, "Good words, good words, Brother Xinran, I don't know if this is called Xu Xuan, but your disciple?" ”

Wei Haixin, who was reading poetry on the side, frowned, "Xu Xian is my disciple, I have heard this Xu Xuan say that it is his brother, what's wrong Brother Huifeng?" But what's wrong with this poem? ”

This old man called Huifeng, hit the knot with both hands, but he beat it to a certain tune, and after chanting carefully, he handed it to Wei Haixin, "Brother Xinran, you look at it slowly, at such an age, although you are moaning without illness, it is really rare to be able to do such an old-fashioned poem." ”

This Wei Haixin took the paper and chanted in a low voice, "The curtain is not rolled, and the drizzle ripens the cherries." Counting Jixia Mountain is late, and a trace of cool moon wine is beginning to disappear. The wind is tight and the flowers are high. There is little leisure, and the young man is full of pride. Yesterday I dreamed of riding a white deer drunk, full of lakes and spring water. Listen to the. ”

The people who were dizzy by the strange poems of the young scholars, when they heard the words of this dream Jiangnan, they couldn't help but have their eyes lit up, "Good words, good words!" ”

The old man who picked out this word just shook his head and said, "This poem is written about the scene of spring, the drizzle, ripe cherries, morning light, residual moon marks, and flying flotsam when I came home from a hangover, and I couldn't help but think of the hangover. I remembered that I dreamed last night that I was in high spirits, riding a white deer, traveling through the world, and arriving at Duanjia Bridge. ”

The old man sighed for a moment, then asked the people around him, "I don't know if you have heard this poem?" ”

Everyone in the audience shook their heads in explanation, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that everyone hasn't heard of it, then it proves that this is written by the student called Xu Xuan himself." In this way, this student should be the first! ”

However, several people around shook their heads, "Brother Huifeng, there are still so many manuscripts that I haven't finished reading, maybe there will be a few good poems by then." ”

Everyone nodded their heads, and they gathered together and began to flip through the rest of the articles. Just for a moment, one of them pulled out a poem, and said excitedly, "Good poem, good poem, fortunately I didn't listen to Brother Huifeng, otherwise this good poem would have been buried!" ”

"Oh, what better poetry? So, take it and let me wait and see! The old man called Huifeng was not angry, and said to the man with an excited face.

At this time, Wei Haixin had already snatched the poem from this person's hand, only to see that it was a poem, frowning slightly, although his friend said that this poem was good, but Mr. Wei, who had just been hit by the scholars and dizzy, had some psychological shadows on the genre of quatrains.

He finished reading the following verses, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Wonderful, wonderful, the beginning of this poem 'After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four times', the beginning of the poem is said that after all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four times, especially this is the word after all, the use is wonderful, and the next sentence is 'the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. Just two sentences, but the color is extremely opposite, the green and blue of the lotus leaf to the red and bright of the lotus, especially the word "the sky", the boundless lotus leaves of the West Lake, and the word "sun" behind, also reflects the scenery of the lotus and the sun, this poem combines the real and the rigid and soft, a good poem at the end! This poem is set as the first, and it should not be an exaggeration! ”

Immediately, when he saw the author of this poem, he couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help but whisper, "Huh? This is actually done by Xu Xian, well, this student studies hard, but in our school, it is a middle grade, although the temperament is generous, but the thickness is not enough in the spiritual change, such a poem, from his hand, but it is a little difficult. ”

Which middle-aged scholar has already asked, "What, Brother Xinran, doesn't he suspect that this son is copying what others did?" ”

Wei Haixin shook his head, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say, it's better like this, let's call this person up, and just ask a question." ”

"Yes, that's exactly the reason, but it's better to call up the people who can see the past together, so that when you ask Xu Xian, it won't seem abrupt, if it's really what he did, we have room to turn around." The old man on the side said while rubbing his beard.

"Well, it's still Brother Huifeng's thoughtfulness!" Everyone said in unison, and then they selected a few well-made poems from the test paper and called out these authors. Xu Xuan, Xu Xian, and even Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing and others on the side were all called forward.

A few people in front of them then asked a few words, everyone nodded, and let them go down, but when it came to Xu Xian, these people were in good spirits, Dong Haixin asked with a smile, "Xu Xian, you are also my student, I know your ordinary homework, and you have always been diligent, but I don't know if your poem today is what you did before, or is it written now?" ”

Xu Xian glanced at Xu Xuan beside him, and saw that he nodded slightly, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, at this time Xu Xian was going to tell a sign of lying, or should I say, Xu Xian, a poor simple child, had never lied at all, and he was scared when he lied for the first time.

"Teacher, students have always been stupid, where can such exquisite poems be written? This was obtained by accident half a year ago, and then I kept thinking about it until I met my brother's teacher, and he gave a few words of advice, which gave this poem an aura. Xu Xian took a deep breath and said the words that Xu Xuan handed over to him, originally, according to Xu Xian's original intention, he would not let Xu Xuan write poems on his behalf, but Xu Xuan's sentence "You don't need my poems, even if Miss Wei is devoted to you, how can you convince Mr. Wei?" Xu Xian gave up completely, and to this day, Xu Xian's mind is still chaotic, and he doesn't know whether what he did today is right or wrong.

"Oh, I see" Hearing Xu Xian say this, these old gentlemen all breathed a sigh of relief, if Xu Xian really had such talent, they should actually find a piece of tofu to kill - they can't write such a good poem.

At this time, Wei Haixin noticed Xu Xuan behind Xu Xian, and couldn't help but light up, this Xu Xuan is much more stable than Xu Xian, looking at this appearance, he must have been taught by a famous teacher. Thinking of it, Wei Haixin, "I don't know who the Lingshi is?" ”

"Oh, isn't this Xu Xuan Xu Xiaolangzhong? His teacher, I know, it's Dr. Wang Fengshan of Qingyutang" Suddenly, a voice came from behind Xu Xuan.