At the stall where Cao Yi and Yu Youwei looked at each other and smiled, Chu Mingxuan had already closed his eyes in front of the bookcase, on the one hand, he really needed to calm down to adjust the negative emotions in his heart, not that his inner emotions were not good enough to affect his performance, so that his words could not reach a perfect state, because he didn't need to rethink what kind of words to write, he had already prepared the words written by his teacher Wei Mu and sent to him for the competition, so he only needed to write them silently.

The reason why Chu Mingxuan was calm at this time, on the one hand, was to do a full set of plays, and pretend that he also came up with it on the spot, although he was criticized for being "shameless" before, but he still had to pretend to it, after all, he felt that he still had to be worthy of the reputation of the four great talents in Yangzhou, that is, the legendary bitch had to set up an archway. On the other hand, he really needs to calm down his mood and make his calligraphy a little better, Chu Mingxuan has no other advantages, the only thing that is commendable is that he loves face, these things and details that can increase his reputation, he will still try his best to do a good job.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to great lengths to beg his teacher to write a word for him, so that he could claim this reputation. And Wei Mu felt that he was a disciple who had been taught by himself, but he was unilaterally crushed by the new Jiangning No. 1 talent before, and as a teacher, he also felt that he had no face, so he naturally wanted to regain face.

What's more, this No. 1 talent in Jiangning is still the junior brother of Zhizhou Fei Haomiao, and Guo Chao, the Yangzhou Tongju he works for, is a sworn enemy, if he can let his disciples suppress Fei Haomiao's junior brother, he also thinks it is a very good thing.

Wang Honghua looked at Chu Mingxuan, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, sighed lightly, turned his head to Lu Xiaofeng beside him and said, "Lu Simei, do you think this Chu Mingxuan is really thinking about how to compose lyrics or is he pretending to be and then writing out the poems that he had thought of a long time ago?" ”

"......" Although Lu Xiaofeng heard Wang Honghua's voice, he still stared at Chu Mingxuan without squinting, without saying a word, for fear that he would be led astray by this unscrupulous friend again.

However, although Lu Xiaofeng did not pick up, Wang Honghua's voice was heard by the audience before, Cao Yi and Yu Youwei looked at each other and smiled, and Chu Mingxuan, who was still closing his eyes and recuperating, couldn't pretend to be a break at this time, which could be seen from his right eye that had been twitching.

In the end, Chu Mingxuan had no choice but to open his eyes, stretched out his right hand tremblingly, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink on the inkstone, and then picked up the pen and wrote. The others also stretched their necks at this time, wanting to see what Chu Mingxuan wrote for the first time. Because it was in the middle of the painting boat, the bookcase written by Chu Mingxuan at this time was placed in the middle, and the Oiran and many talented people were separated from each other, so they couldn't see it very clearly on both sides.

And coincidentally, a person stood on the left and right sides at the same time, and walked towards the middle. Among the Oiran is Fu Wan'er, after all, Chu Mingxuan is her wishful husband, so she is very concerned about what Chu Mingxuan's words are, and it is nothing when she walks up.

And the genius stood up and walked over Wang Honghua, he originally had the title of a madman, and he always did things unexpectedly, often doing ridiculous things that were contrary to the identity of the genius, just standing up and looking at this kind of thing, for the glorious achievements he had done, it was nothing at all.

"Yo, it's "Yangzhou Slow"!" Wang Honghua's voice came out. Obviously, he read it out after looking at the name of the word plate written by Chu Mingxuan on the paper. As soon as he opened his mouth like this, Fu Wan'er, who originally wanted to recite aloud, gave up her plan to recite the words to Chu Mingxuan.

Although Wang Honghua is called a madman, known for his wild and uninhibited, but he has always been above board and upright in doing things, and he looks down on him, and he really stabs him in the back at a critical moment, but he is not a person who deliberately stabs a knife in the back.

"Ten miles of spring breeze, two bright moons ......" only read the first two sentences, Wang Honghua unconsciously glanced at Chu Mingxuan, who was bowing his head and writing hard, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and continued to lower his head and recite.

Rui Xian flew down the Qiong Tower. Look at the ice flowers, embrace the broken jade into a ......"

"I want to be for a long time, the cloud steps are standing, Wan'er is really skinny, and the moon is merry......" Wang Honghua glanced at Fu Wan'er, who was already blushing at this time, and Minyue, who didn't know what expression, and thought in his heart, this Chu Mingxuan is also a merry talent, a poem, praised the two Oiran, but also quite his own style back then, you must know that the ...... back then

Wang Honghua was still nostalgic for his youth, and was interrupted by a sentence of "What's next", it turned out that he was thinking about his past just now, but he forgot to read the words, and then he was urged by Lu Xiaofeng.

"What's the hurry? Read it now! Wang Honghua muttered, and then continued to read.

"Gather the crowd, Qingli spirit, all pay Yangzhou!"

Waiting for Wang Honghua to finish reading the upper que, at this time Chu Mingxuan also wrote the lower que almost completely, because Wang Honghua spent a little time in a daze just now, so there was no pause in the middle, and he continued to read the lower que directly.

"There are a few rain windows, dreams are shocked, and the sky is fragrant...... Like the god of flowers in Langyuan, the poor people are cold, and they come to swim with cranes. ”

"Ask about the scenery of Zhuxi, talk about it for a long time, and the smoke and water are long...... At dusk again, Qiang manages the lonely city and blows new sorrows. ”

After Wang Honghua finished reciting the first words, Cao Yi couldn't help but glance at Chu Mingxuan a few times, and he really didn't expect that Chu Mingxuan's words were written better than those written by Duan Xinde, who was known for his words among the four great talents.

Wang Honghua and Lu Xiaofeng were also silently reciting this poem in their mouths at this time, obviously thinking that this poem was very good. At this time, it is slowly aftertaste. Almost all of the people present were people with poems and books, so they could tell the quality of a poem. Fu Wan'er was standing beside Chu Mingxuan at this time, looking down at "Yangzhou Slow" on the paper for a while, and then looking up at her favorite Chu Mingxuan, her eyes were full of admiration and pride, and there was a faint joy and smile on her face, obviously very satisfied with the poem written by the person she liked, even better than she originally expected.

"Hahaha, when I wrote this poem, I had a flash of inspiration, so I was able to get this work that I was satisfied with, and everyone could look at it and correct it!" Chu Mingxuan put the pen on the inkstone at this time, picked up the paper, and dried the ink on it, and he was also looking at the words on it, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied and happy he became, so he laughed out loud unconsciously, and said to everyone with a little triumph.

Of course, what he said was to ask everyone to "axe", but the actual meaning is that you all take a good look at it, look at what Ben Caizi wrote, how good it is, he must have thought this in his heart, otherwise he would not have said in front of him that he had "a flash of inspiration and a clever hand".

Cao Yi sighed lightly, and complained in his heart, sure enough, it is a soil bun that has never seen the world, and it can only be said that it is not bad to write like this, it has just reached the level worthy of his own recitation in his previous life, of course, it can only be just reached, not to mention the rest, even if it is also the name of the word brand of "Yangzhou Slow", there are many, many of them written better than him.

Wait a minute...... Cao Yi's expression changed suddenly, in this poem, Chu Mingxuan seems to have written "Dream Shock" and "Qiangguan Lonely City", which was actually written from the prosperity of Yangzhou to the decline of Yangzhou, this era, even in the original history, should not be regarded as the Northern Song Dynasty, and now the Jin soldiers are still suppressed by the Great Liao in the cold land of the northeast, how can there be no Jin soldiers twice to attack the south, the history of the catastrophe that invaded Yangzhou, and the Qiangguan Lonely City written here shows that this Yangzhou is still a frontier land, if it is the Southern Song Dynasty, So at that time, the Jin Kingdom and the Southern Song Dynasty were indeed ruled by the middle stream of the Huai River, and Yangzhou was also regarded as a border pass, but shouldn't it be two or three hundred years later?

Cao Yi turned his head to look at Wang Honghua and Lu Xiaofeng, and found that the two of them had a look of approval on their faces, obviously they were more satisfied with Chu Mingxuan's writing of this poem, and they didn't feel strange at all that Cao Yi felt that it was contrary to "history" just now.

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