Seeing the two beauties on the stage say this, everyone in the audience applauded. This is undoubtedly a chance for the ten most talented young students to re-examine. Those who think they have a chance will not give up, but it is difficult for those rich sons who cheat. But none of them dared to make a fuss at this time, after all, the organizer of the poetry club was noble. The sister-in-law of Wang Shichong, the king of Luoyang, has dozens of palace guards standing guard around her, who dares to call for chaos!

The audience fell silent again, and everyone was quietly waiting for the people who started writing poetry again. Some of the students actually got up and left their seats and turned to other places. Yang Er also felt suddenness about such a result, the beautiful woman in his impression fell in love with the handsome man, the handsome man expressed his mood with poetry, and the scene of the two being happy did not happen. The situation is actually developing in the direction of farce, which can make the two beauties on the stage end up and step down. If the poems in the re-examination are good, then it is enough, if there are still a few garbage poems, what should be done? Isn't it a joke?

Yang Er's eyes did not leave Xiao Meiniang, and he obviously felt that Meiniang was also at a loss at this time. According to the development of events, it is necessary to evaluate the relatively good poems as the best in this poetry competition, but what if there are still bad works?

Wang Qingying on the side had a calm face and disagreed. Yang Erxin said that this smug beauty actually took it upon herself to let Xiao Meiniang accompany a person with a lack of talent to play for three days, and her mind was not as careful as Xiao Meiniang.

Even the dust around Yang Er couldn't help but secretly pinch a cold sweat for Xiao Meiniang, and kept shaking Yang Er's arm, as if he wanted Yang Er to hurry up and relieve him.

Since ancient times, heroes have saved the United States, showing the true colors of heroes! Anyway, this hero has to be himself.

"Out of the dust girl, don't shake it, hurry up, give my brother me ink." Yang Er also felt that it was time for him to save the beauty, so he said to Izuchen. I put the folding fan on the side of the desk, closed my eyes and searched for poems about peonies in my mind.

After a moment of grinding the ink, Yang Er took the pen that Chuchen carefully handed over, and after a slight pause, he wrote a poem "Song of Peony" by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty on the paper scroll. After blowing the ink, he handed it to Chuchen, who took it and looked at it and was immediately overjoyed. Then, he looked at Yang Er stupidly. Yang Er was about to ask, but Chuchen preemptively said, "Can you make another song?" With this one is not yet insured. ”

Yang Er saw her say this, and felt reasonable, nodded slightly, and then picked up the pen and mentioned another poem on the paper scroll, this is Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Peony" in the Song Dynasty, and handed it over to Yu Chuchen after writing, and asked her to hand it to the stage for herself.

Chuchen held two poems in his hand, smiled openly, and asked Abeyi on the side to walk to the front of the stage with him, one holding a poem. It was handed over to Wang Qingying and Xiao Meiniang's maids. After the two spiritual maids glanced at the poems in their hands, their eyes suddenly showed joy, and they hurriedly handed the poems in their hands to Xiao Meiniang on the stage. The other students who participated in the second round of writing poems have not yet written, and no one cares about the "stoppers" handed to them from the side. It's just that Xiao Meiniang suddenly became cheerful after reading these two poems, and hurriedly asked Wang Qingying to look at them, Wang Qingying also looked happy after reading them, and the two girls actually raised their eyes to look in the direction of the person who offered the poems. Yang Er was almost in the back row, far away, and when he saw the second daughter looking in his direction, he also showed a smile on his face, and his face was bright.

Wang Bodang and Xie Yingdeng also saw the strangeness on the stage at this time, and they couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Yang Er. It's just that they couldn't have imagined that this seemingly gentlemanly young man with only two little maids and maids was the legendary King of Jin.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, it was time to receive the poems, and this time, including Yang Er's two, a total of 8 new works were received. Wang Qingying and Xiao Meiniang returned to their hut again to start a new round of selection. This time it was very short, and the two returned to the stage. Also invited to the stage this time is a well-known local student, who will start singing the poem from the last place, so that everyone in the audience can listen to it and evaluate it, as a sign of fairness.

It has to be said that the truly learned humanities recuperation of this era is very high. In addition to the two excellent works contributed by Yang Er, the remaining 6 poems can also be called good poems, which makes Yang Er also admire. But how can you directly plagiarize the excellent poems of the Tang and Song dynasties with Yang Er, the two excellent works submitted by yourself can be said to have pushed the poems praising peony to the apex of no one to catch up, and winning the top two is an ironclad thing, Yang Er doesn't have to worry about it at all.

In the end, after pacification, the two poems by Yang Kuo, a student of Chang'an, are excellent and should be the crown of this poetry meeting. There are some students below who have the honor to recite it for you. The young student was also excited on the stage, and the two poems were held in the palm of his hand like a baby in the palm of his hand. The students in the audience were also full of discussions, each with their own expressions.

"Song of Peony" - Yang Kuo: Late opening is to let Qunfang, and the noble land is planted into a pair of jade halls. Hongyan smoked suspiciously, and Suhua Yingyue only smelled incense. The cut is biased towards the east wind, and it is light like Xizi makeup. Ya is called the first crown in the flower, and the year is long and the spring light is broken. ”

After Fang Yi finished reading, there was a commotion in the audience, except for those rich sons, almost the whole audience was applauding. Wang Bodang and Xie Yingdeng couldn't stop nodding and praising after hearing this. It was even more joyful that Abeyi kept clapping his palms and couldn't stop applauding. The poem was handed over by her own hand, as if it had been written by her, and she was so happy that she could hold back at this time, because she was not surprised by it.

"Be quiet, the following son is reading Yang Gongzi's next poem, called "Appreciating Peony": Mrs. Wei of the first volume of Jinwei, embroidered by Yue Ejun. Flip the jade pendant with your hands and bend your waist to dance the tulip skirt. Shijia candles have been cut, Xunling incense burner can be smoked. I am a dream to pass the pen, and I want to send flowers and leaves to the clouds. ”

"Good! A good peony, this poem clearly writes peony, secretly praises the beauty, a real and a virtual, unique, evocative. Be the best in the game! As soon as he heard this, Wang Bodang cheered loudly, which attracted a lot of applause from the students. The two beauties in the hut were also blushing when they heard the evaluation at this time, and it was the first time they had seen such a literary student entertain people with flowers, and write so beautifully. How can you not be impressed!

"Wait! To be able to write such a masterpiece in such a short period of time must have been written a long time ago, this is cheating! Who is Yang Kuo, show up and see. Suddenly, a rich boy with a big belly in the front row got up and shouted, and patrolled the audience to find this student named Yang Kuo, with a disdainful face. The house slaves on the side were also taking advantage of the situation to shout.

"Which eye did you see Ben Gongzi cheating?" Yang Er immediately stood up when he heard the sour words of this rich boy, shook the folding fan and said coldly, this is unbearable for Yang Er.

"If it wasn't for cheating and writing in advance, how could I write two masterpieces in a short time, I don't believe it." As soon as this fat rich man finished speaking, some students nodded frequently, because this is indeed unacceptable, and there are many students who are proud of their outstanding literary talents.

Seeing that the students in the audience had formed two factions with their own words, they disagreed with each other, which made the scene of the poetry meeting more and more chaotic, Wang Qingying no longer dared to stay in the hut, and hurriedly came to the center of the stage and shouted loudly: "Talented students, this girl has a way to verify the talent of this Yang Gongzi on the spot." Please be still! ”

Seeing that the organizer Wang Qingying personally appeared on the stage to appease, everyone in the audience couldn't talk anymore, so they had to sit down and listen. The rich man also sat down stupidly, and the dogleg on the side was busy fanning him.

"If you want to identify whether Yang Gongzi has written a masterpiece in advance, I might as well invite Yang Gongzi to the stage and then compose a song for everyone, so that everyone can be reassured, I wonder if Yang Gongzi can agree?" As soon as Wang Qingying finished saying this idea, she was unanimously approved, including the rich man who stirred up trouble, and kept nodding her fat head with a look of disbelief.

Seeing that the eyes of the audience were focused on himself, Yang Er found that he had become an ant on a hot pot, and he finally thought of two poems, but it was not enough, and he had to sing another poem on the spot. I can't help but blame the side for being silent. I knew that one song would be a god, so why write two, it's okay now. There was no goods in the stomach, and it was about to be embarrassing, which made the rich and handsome image that he had just established in Xiao Meiniang's mind fall to the ground and shattered to the ground. This Wang QingyingTM is also a fool, and he actually came up with such an idea.

Seeing Yang Er's embarrassed face, Wang Bodang came out to relieve the siege at this time, only to hear him say loudly: "To have another masterpiece in such a short period of time, it is difficult for some strong people!" How about asking Miss Xiao to sing a pipa peony tune for us first, and ask Yang Gongzi to complete a new work within one song? ”

When everyone heard this, they all laughed and applauded. In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that even if they are given time for a song, it is difficult to make another peony masterpiece.

"If so, Chang'an Yang Gongzi can have a masterpiece after Miss Xiao's peony tune, and my son is willing to pay 3,000 taels of silver to make amends to Yang Gongzi." The rich man said with a confident look.

Yang Er really wanted to hit people after hearing this, but since everyone gave him a little time to think about it, it was better to search in his mind again, the peony was also the national flower in later generations, Luoyang peony was originally famous, and it has always been praised by literati and sorcerers, there should be better poems, sit down and think about it, search it! There's no need to be angry with a pig.

Sheng Tang carefully went through it, Yang Er shook his head, no. There are no Ming and Qing dynasties, or they are not famous, and they are not remembered. It seems that only in the poets of the Song Dynasty think about it, Yang Er grabbed his hair, closed his eyes and meditated, and the dust on the side was also anxious, as if such a result was caused by her. Abeyi was so aggrieved that he was about to shed tears.

On the stage, Xiao Meiniang had already started playing the pipa at the invitation of Wang Bodang. It's just that Yang Er didn't have the heart to listen to it at all, and he didn't have the heart to look at Xiao Meiniang, who was like that fragrant country.

Wait, the country is beautiful! In the late Tang Dynasty, there was really a poet who described peony as a national paradise, yes, it was Liu Yuxi's "Praise Peony"! How did you forget him! Okay, now that he is already famous, he will do enough of this scene and engrave his image in Xiao Meiniang's heart in one fell swoop. Thinking of this, Yang Er smiled and pushed the hand that was still holding his sleeve robe on the side. Izuchen raised his eyes to look at Yang Er, and saw that a sunny smile appeared on his face again, and suddenly, he understood in his heart, and his face also changed from cloudy to sunny and smiled.

"Let's go, follow me on stage, this young master wants to take a good look at this Xiao Meiniang's national color." Yang Er got up and dragged Chuchen and Abeyi up one by one.

In the eyes of the audience, Yang Er was in front, and the two handsome maids were behind, slowly walking to the front desk, and when passing by the rich man, Yang Er just smiled at him contemptuously, then stopped looking at him and stepped onto the stage.

Wang Bodang and Xie Yingdeng were also impressed by Yang Er's temperament at this time. I have never seen a young man with such an aura and a dignified appearance. Xiao Meiniang finished singing a peony tune at this time, and looked straight at Yang Gongzi, who came forward with an extraordinary instrument. Thinking to himself, he had never seen such a handsome and dignified man, and he couldn't help blushing his cheeks, like a red peony in full bloom.

"Please take out the pen and ink, you have poems, and you should dedicate them to the girl." Yang Er whispered to the red-faced Xiao Meiniang. The maid behind him hurriedly stepped down to make arrangements. In just a few moments, books and other items were placed in the center of the stage. Yang Er looked at the audience and smiled, then walked to the table, stroked the white paper on the case, and then took a deep breath, picked up the pen and wrote it on the paper in standard block letters. The dust on the side helps to comb the paper on the side.

At this time, the audience was silent, and all the students were shocked in their hearts, they could write the same brilliant poems in such a short time, and the people on this stage were like stars in the sky.

"Okay, please Miss Xiao to appreciate this poem, if you don't like it, don't laugh." Yang Er wrote and handed the pen to Abeyi, turned to Xiao Meiniang, who was watching in astonishment.

""Praise Peony" has no peony demon in front of the court, and the pond is pure and affectionate. Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom. Xiao Meiniang read softly, although the voice was not loud, but it was enough to throw a firecracker on the spot, causing the audience to burst into flames. All the students stood up and cheered.

Wang Bodang was also impressed by Yang Gongzi's talent on the stage, and said in his heart, this trip to Luoyang is worth it!

"Slow! This is anti-poetry. Punish the Nine Clans! Suddenly, the rich man in the front row shouted loudly, and this sound exploded like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, which immediately stunned everyone in the audience.

Wang Qingying, who was in the hut, had just picked up a tray full of silver ingots, and at this time he was also frightened and fell to the ground. If the anti-poem is confirmed, not only will he and his eldest brother Wang Shichong be implicated, but this is not a trivial matter. Xiao Meiniang was also frightened when she heard this, and her face turned pale suddenly. Even Wang Bodang and Xie Yingdeng, who were standing in the back row, who were not afraid of the sky and the earth, were shocked when they heard it. Wang Bodang seemed to immediately come up with the reaction in this song "Appreciating Peony", and he couldn't help but sweat for Yang Gongzi, who he admired.

"Huh! Dare to ask this son, where does my poem come from? Yang Er smiled disappreciatively, shook his fan and asked the rich man in front of him.

"The capital of this dynasty is in Chang'an, which is the imperial capital, not Luoyang, Zhongzhou. Now the Great Sui only holds this peony event in my Luoyang, and you actually regard this Luoyang as the capital in your poem. Could it be that you have the intention of rebelling? The rich boy explained, so that the people who were still puzzled in the field suddenly understood that some people were afraid of being implicated, and they were packing up their personal things on the table and preparing to leave as soon as possible.