Although it is not a shocking skill, but it has already made the third prince impressed by Liu Zhenglong, he feels that if this person participates in the imperial examination in the coming year, it will definitely be his biggest rival, at this time, there is a little hostility in his heart, and his eyes can't help but show jealousy and affection.

It's not good, it's bad, at this time, Liu Zhenglong seems to have guessed the identity of the other party, and he also understands what the other party's attitude is towards him, he knows that if he can't reverse the third son's impression of himself in a short time, I'm afraid it will be quite troublesome in the future.

Just when Liu Zhenglong was thinking about how to deal with the third son, Cao Sheng said: "Liu Gongzi, this paragraph is really beautiful, why don't you write it down and find a singer to sing, wouldn't it be more beautiful." ”

It's really sleepy and someone is against the pillow, at this time, Liu Zhenglong loves this Cao Sheng who helped him out of the siege, otherwise it would be really a big trouble tonight, he said with a wry smile: "My words are not much stronger than the level of children, and I hope everyone will not laugh." ”

It's ugly, it's really ugly, what is not much stronger than the level of children, it is even worse than children, after everyone read Liu Zhenglong's calligraphy, they laughed one by one, and even Zhao Yu, who has always been reserved, couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the third prince is relieved, this kind of word will be despised by the examiner in the examination room, no matter what the content is, it will not enter the review procedure, that is to say, it is a sure thing to fall into the name of Sun Shan. At this time, he had the idea of cherishing his talent again, and felt that if Liu Zhenglong could not break through in the examination room, it would definitely be a great pity.

At this time, the door opened, and a maid dressed in pink walked in, she said to the third prince: "Qiyu third prince, today's first question is to fill in the words, the word card is to choose one between the Qingyu case and the broken array, the second question is untitled, free to play, poetry and songs, and the time limit is half an hour." ”

Filling in the lyrics is something that the literati of the Great Song Dynasty often do on weekdays, and it can be said that each of them can easily write a ten or eight songs, but it is precisely like this, the pressure on everyone is greater, after all, everyone fills in the words, especially in the case of fixed word cards, it is not easy to come out on top.

On the contrary, Untitled is simple for everyone, just show your true skills, as for whether you can enter the eyes of Old Master Zhou, it depends on personal cultivation. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, everyone will gladly accept the result.

These boys began to think about writing, but there were three people in the room who didn't move, the first was Zhao Yu who was dressed as a man, what is the point of breaking out of the encirclement for this big beauty, and entering the fifth floor to enjoy the talent show of the famous Ji Master Li. The second one who didn't move was the third son, he couldn't move, even if he broke through, he definitely couldn't go up to the fifth floor due to the restrictions of his identity, so he gave up in this case. As for the third one, that is Liu Zhenglong, who has a miserable font, this guy really doesn't want to be ugly.

The third prince saw that Liu Zhenglong had not started writing, so he asked puzzledly: "I see you filling in the lyrics, the composition should be in hand, why haven't you started writing for a long time, what does this mean?" ”

"Third son, let you see the smile." Liu Zhenglong's face was full of helplessness, and he said in a heavy tone: "With my font, it is definitely funny to hand it over, maybe Master Li won't read it at all." At this point, I hope the third prince understands.

"It's to write lyrics and compose music, not to participate in the imperial examination, no one will care about your words, everyone cares about who can break through to the fifth floor, no one takes other things seriously, you don't have to think so much."

Regardless of whether he can go up to the fifth floor, whether he can get into the eyes of Old Man Zhou, whether he has the opportunity to appreciate Master Li's talent show, for Liu Zhenglong, he must take it seriously this time, only in this way can he win the recognition of the third prince and get the promise of the third son.

After thinking about it, Liu Zhenglong said secretly: "Xin Qiji, old man, I'm sorry, I can only plagiarize your works, anyway, there are so many of your works, it doesn't hurt to be plagiarized by me." “

In the end, Liu Zhenglong chose the song "Breaking the Array", and the content was plagiarized from Xin Qiji.

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens. ”

The third prince watched Liu Zhenglong finish writing intently, this process was really tormenting, if it weren't for the beautiful words, it would really make people vomit.

"What a pitiful white thing to do." The third prince secretly gave Liu Zhenglong a thumbs up, he firmly believed that this first broken array was destined to squeeze four tonight, and it can be said that climbing to the fifth floor was ironclad, to be honest, if he brewed for a few days, he might be able to fill out a similar word card, but there would still be a lack of charm, after all, thinking hard and thinking about it is still very different from actually experiencing it.

Free to play, Liu Zhenglong was reluctant to write too many words, and finally he chose "Tianjingsha Qiusi"

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Zhenglong, and when Zhao Yu read that the sun was setting and the broken intestines were in the world, everyone present was intoxicated.

On the fifth floor, Zhou Bangyan was watching the works of these literati, and Master Li was playing "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

There are very few people who can enter the Liyue Pavilion, and there are even fewer men, but this has no binding force on Zhou Bangyan, he accepts Master Li as a disciple and a righteous daughter, and the relationship between the two can be said to be not father and daughter, but like father and daughter.

There are too few good works, and Zhou Bangyan is very bored to watch, and even has the idea of retreating. He knows he's too strict, but isn't he okay?

"What bullshit, it's unsightly." Zhou Bangyan finally got the graffiti work that Liu Zhenglong got, and he felt upset just by looking at it, so he went out directly.

"Whose work is so bad that it affects Master's mood?" On the contrary, Master Li became interested in this unsightly work, she got up and picked it up, took it in her hand and read it.

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

"When the sun sets, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world." Zhou Bangyan was attracted, and he said to himself: "Wonderful, it's so wonderful, I'm afraid I can't write this kind of artistic conception of the old man, it seems that the old man has a successor." ”

Zhou Bangyan's hands trembled with excitement, and his old tears were rampant, all along, he was looking for a disciple who could inherit his mantle, but there were many people who came to admire him, but there were only a handful of people who could get on the table, how could he not be excited when he read such a work today?

"Father-in-law, this guest officer named Liu Zhenglong's "Tianjingsha Qiusi" is indeed a superior work, but how about his lyrics?" Master Li felt that his father-in-law was a bit too much, although the writing was beautiful, but the font was sloppy, how high can this kind of person be in terms of literary accomplishment?

Zhou Bangyan cheered up and found Liu Zhenglong's broken formation, he read word by word, word by word, word by word. The whole person was quickly attracted to this poem.

Whether he can fill in the words to this realm, this has far exceeded Zhou Bangyan's expectations, he very much wants to meet this young man named Liu Zhenglong, not only Zhou Bangyan, in fact, Master Li also has this kind of thought, but he is embarrassed to say it too straightforwardly.