Several people present touched their noses stupidly and stopped talking.

The scene fell silent.

Scholars have always attached great importance to their reputation, and no one dared to respond to everyone's unreasonable doubts so mercilessly in public.

But what they didn't expect was that this talented man, who was famous throughout Yingjiang Town, was so disregarding his reputation and showing his dissatisfaction in this public.

"Okay, in fact, Master Xu has already introduced the rules, in the old man's opinion, there is nothing wrong with this rule, let's start today's poetry meeting."

The one who spoke was an old man with white hair and beard sitting on the top seat, wearing a white shirt, which looked quite a bit like a fairy wind and bones.

After he spoke just now, Master Xu, who never said a word, moved after he spoke.

First of all, the anger on his face disappeared, and was replaced by a hundred thousand respects, and he bowed very solemnly to the old man who was sitting there.

"Shi seniors, slack, in the final analysis, the younger generations are not sensible, and the poetry will start here."

The old man picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip of tea lightly, and then glanced at Xu Fuzi, although he did not speak, but the meaning was very obvious.

Xu Shaoqing comprehended, bowed his head slightly, and then spoke: "The poetry club stands at the beginning, and now the masters of each academy can take pictures of their proud protégés to compose poems, and each person can write only one sentence." ”

As he spoke, there were a few people over there who were writing and dressing up, and they had already come up with paper and pen and ink, and they were lightly placed in the middle of the hall.

"Nongfeng, you are on this game."

Before Master Xu came down, An Wan opened his mouth to Nong Feng, who was sitting beside him.

Nong Feng was startled and hurriedly moved in the direction of An Wan.

"Don't be joking, this poem is the first level, we must play beautifully, otherwise how can we be worthy of his old man's earnest teachings, besides, ......"

Xu Fuzi has already explained today, and this time the poem said that it was yours......

Nong Feng muttered in his heart.

"Cut!" casually grabbed a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, An Wan said vaguely: "Even if you don't go, then what do you love today!" ”

After speaking, An Wan swallowed the tea and swallowed it, but didn't say a word.

Nong Feng was a little anxious, and just wanted to say something more, but saw that Xu Fuzi had already walked towards them.

"Master Xu." When Xu Fuzi was already sitting in his position, Nongfeng hurriedly complained to Xu Fuzi.

"An Wan just said that she didn't want to go up, how can this be good?"

When Nong Feng said this, he thought to himself, this poem will be extraordinary, this first level must be played beautifully, and the master will definitely find a way to let An Wan go up.

As soon as his voice fell, Master Xu looked at him and examined it for a while and said:

"Even if you can't get it, then you can go."

The fluttering words made Nongfeng stunned on the spot.

After reacting for a long time, Nong Feng spoke: "Master, this is our first competition of the day!" ”

It must be the first place to get a good ranking.

But what Nongfeng didn't expect was that even so, Xu Fuzi still didn't change his mind, and even said without any change in his tone:

"Well, go ahead, believe in you for the teacher."

In this way, when he was confused, Nongfeng came to power.

With the beginning of Yingjiang Academy, the people of those academies also began to go to the desk of poetry one after another.

Immediately behind Nong Feng was the student of Xianghe Academy, Meng Cheng, a student next to Qingshi.

Then there is Yin Zhen of Jinjiang Academy.

Continued the aura of the original preparation, Android already had six people sitting on the table, only one table, no students from the academy had stepped forward, and there was only one academy left on the scene that did not send students.

"What? Lishan Academy: Are you not planning to send students to participate in this first competition? ”

It was the master of Jinjiang Academy who spoke, this person is a straight gut and a quick temper, and the most unaccustomed thing here is these grinding styles.

Seeing that he was the only one left in the academy, a student of the academy who had taken the stage for Zeng, but he couldn't bear to spend everyone's time here.

"Haha" Dong Guohua laughed dryly, and then hurriedly bowed.

"Brother, where are you, how dare we deliberately delay everyone's time in Lishan Academy.

It's not easy for me to see this year's topic, plus these boots I wear around me, they are all young people, and I have never seen such a big scene at all.

Seeing so many talented and knowledgeable people sitting here competing, he naturally didn't react and panicked, and hoped that the masters of the various academies would not be too strict. ”

After hurriedly comforting the people around him, Dong Guohua shouted in a low voice to the woman in white sitting next to him.

"Caihuan, don't hurry up yet!"

"Master? Aren't you going to let me deal with Anwan? "Now this An Wan is still sitting down there. Now that she's gone up, won't there be no chance to confront her?

Caihuan muttered quietly.

Dong Guohua smiled invisibly when he heard this, and then his eyes fell on Caihuan's body and swept it.

"You only need to win the first round today, and no one else will have the opportunity to choose any student present to challenge. Then you can do whatever you want. ”

"Is that so?" Caihuan was surprised in his heart, and asked out loud.

"Since that's the case, when did the teacher deceive you? Let's get up there. ”

"Yes."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Caihuan picked up the hem of his skirt and walked into the ring gently.

When the seven students arrived, a stick of incense on the incense burner began to burn.

The scene was silent, and no sound could be heard.

All eyes were on the students sitting at the desk.

This society is not a place for simple exchange of knowledge. It is the only shortcut to change the fate of scholars in addition to the imperial examination, and you can imagine how important the result of this competition is.

An Wan looked boredly at the few people in the middle of the hall.

It was not easy for Xu Fuzi this time, so the few students who went up, even if a stick of incense had burned a third, still did not pick up the pen and start working.

When the incense was lit for nearly half of the time, some people picked up pens one after another and began to write and draw on the paper.

An Wan looked at the girl who first picked up the pen and was dressed in white clothes and looked at it for a while and said:

"It seems that I can't stop this time."