"The four elders don't need to be angry."

At this time, Li Zhi stood up and played a round

"That brother just now just lost in one of the paintings, and he was a little unwilling.

The four of them are all big-hearted people, so why bother to see such villains. ”

At this point, he took a lead

"I'm waiting for the way of poetry, four elders, let's take a seat."

The four people on the stage straightened their mood when they heard this, calmed down the anger in their hearts, nodded to him and sat down.

After Li Zhi calmed down the four elders, he said to everyone

"Brothers, the three poems and books are going on at the same time, and we will write poems and lyrics, one each."

"As for the book... After I finish writing the poem, this is the work of the book. ”

"If there are people who only participate in the way of books, they do not need to write poems and lyrics, but only copy some famous poems and nouns of their predecessors."

At this point he paused and looked at the crowd

"Do you understand?"

He saw that everyone nodded slightly.

"In this way, those who participate in these three paths will be able to get up."

As soon as Li Zhi's words fell, about 100 people stood up.

Seeing this, Li Zhi nodded at Guo De.

When Guo De saw him nodding, he immediately waved his hand, and dozens of servants swarmed out from behind him.

Holding the four treasures of the study such as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, they were placed in front of the people who participated in the competition.

After everything was ready, Guo De fell in love with Song Zhong again, Song Zhong nodded slightly, and walked to the front of the stage

"Ladies and nephews, when natural and man-made disasters continue today, and the people are displaced, one of the poems is based on the current people."

"As for the word..."

At this point, he groaned for a moment

"Today I came here to taste wine and discuss talents, this word is one of the words, let's take wine as the theme"

Speaking of this, Song Zhong paused for a moment, pointed to an arm-thick incense stick in Guo De's hand and said

"With this incense stick as the limit, the incense is extinguished, the gong sounds, and the virtuous nephews can no longer write, can the virtuous nephews understand?"

Seeing everyone nodding

"So Very Good"

After saying this, Song Zhong nodded to Guo De

Guo De understood his intentions, inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner, and then struck the gong vigorously

"When ......"

A gong sounded, and everyone knew that this was the beginning of the competition, and they all sat down and meditated.

Li Zhishi also sat down, picked up the pen, moistened the ink, and buried himself in capitalization.

After all, he is different from others, who are all meditating and making their own poems.

But he thought about the poems of his previous life for a while, and copied them.

After a while, Li Zhi finished copying, and looking at his work, Li Zhi frowned.

It's not that the poems he copied from later generations are too bad, but his handwriting is really unsightly.

On the paper in front of him, there were a lot of words written crookedly, but their handwriting was like a chicken stepping on mud.

"Ugh..."

Li Zhi sighed sadly

"That's it, that's it... I'm writing poetry, not a contest in a book. ”

He comforted himself.

When he finished writing, he sat in his seat and looked around.

I saw that there were really all kinds of life in the field, and some of them were frowning and thinking hard.

Some of them have already worked hard to write, and when they look like that, they seem to have a draft in their hearts.

There are also some people, as if they can't think of it, and they bite the pen and meditate there.

And a benevolent brother next to Li Zhi may have been a little anxious, so he scratched his head vigorously and scratched his hair that was originally neatly tied.

I saw that the moment his hair was scattered, the dandruff was fluttering like snowflakes, and Li Zhi was so frightened that he quickly moved it to the side, so as not to get "snowflakes".

Time passed slowly, and the incense slowly burned out, leaving only a little ember.

"When ......"

With the sound of a gong, the time has come.

"The time has come, all the virtuous nephews have stopped writing, and they can't write anymore."

Song Zhong got up from his seat and walked to the front of the stage and announced loudly.

Then he nodded to Guo De, who was waiting on the side.

Guo De waved his hand to the servants, and the servants went to the contestants and put away everyone's works one by one.

After all the works were collected, Song Zhong picked up the products and looked at them one by one.

I saw him nodding or shaking his head from time to time, and sometimes he looked a little crying and laughing.

If you come across something that can be seen, you put it on the left, and if you can't see it, you throw it on the right.

Everyone was nervous below, looking at Song Zhong who was reviewing the works on the stage, and they were not even in the mood to eat the exquisite refreshments in front of them.

Time passed slowly, and Song Zhong finally combed through the works.

There were about a dozen copies left on his left, and all the rest were thrown aside.

"Hoo ......"

After reading it, Song Zhong let out a long breath

"Let's take a look with me."

After Song Zhong handed the more than ten slightly better works to the three of them at this time, he looked at Li Zhi in the audience with a complicated expression.

The three of them took over the works of more than ten people and looked at them slowly.

When Cai Yong saw one of the works, his brows first furrowed, and then slowly opened, and the more he looked at it, the clearer his eyes became.

"Good poetry!"

"Good words!"

Cai Yong couldn't help but praise

"Oh? Brother Bo Jiao, but what masterpieces have you seen? Can you see it with the two of you? ”

Lu Zhi heard Cai Yong's admiration and was quite curious.

You must know that Cai Yong is a Confucianism and Taoism, and the works that can make him can't help but applaud must be masterpieces, so he is very curious.

"Hoo ......"

Cai Yong also let out a sigh of relief and handed the article to the two

"Two good brothers, please see"

After handing it to the two of them, it was also Yu Song Zhong who looked at Li Zhi below with a complicated expression.

"Good! What a masterpiece! ”

After Lu Zhi and Yang Qiu finished reading it, they said in unison.

Then the two frowned again

"Just this word......"

The two of them looked at each other at this time, and at the same time looked at Li Zhi below with complicated eyes.

The poems are all masterpieces, but this word is really unsightly, which makes him feel like a fish in his throat and uncomfortable.

"Hey...... That's it......"

This is Yang Qiu, who first sighed, and then comforted the three of them

"Three brothers, you must know that no one is perfect, and it is already very remarkable that poetry has such an achievement."

"As for the word......"

Speaking of this, Yang Qiu's eyes closed, and he gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring some pain, and only spoke after a while

"Anyway, he's not participating in the book competition, so if it's worse, it's worse."

"That's it, that's all there is to it"

The other three looked at each other and said helplessly.

After they had finished reading all the works, the four of them looked at each other and nodded to each other, and they already had a certain number in their hearts.

Song Zhong left his seat at this time and walked to the front of the stage to announce the result

"The three skills of this poetry book competition have already come to fruition"

"The best of books is ......"

Song Zhong glanced at Xun Yu

"Xun Yu Xun Wen Ruoxian nephew"

"Congratulations to Brother Wen Ruo, who is honored in one of the books."

Li Zhi, Guo Jia, and Xi Zhicai said at the same time.

"Congratulations" "Congratulations" At this time, Cao Cao and Yuan Shao came over to congratulate

"Where... It's you who have conceded."

Xun Yu was not proud, and said modestly

Wait until everyone congratulates and calms down.

"One of the poems in this poem is the Venerable, and he is the virtuous nephew of Li Zhi and Li Xing."

Song Zhong looked at Li Zhi with complicated eyes, and then announced.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Song Zhong said again

"And one of the words is the Venerable, and he is also the virtuous nephew of Li Zhi and Li Xing"

After Song Zhong finished speaking, he looked at the people below with a calm face.

"...... Uproar"

The audience was in an uproar.