Outside the Chengfu, a white-clothed figure came slowly, walking on the crowded official road, which immediately attracted the attention of many passers-by.

The skin is better than the snow, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

Elegant and quiet, Jiangnan white.

The man who passed her on the street looked back a few more times uncontrollably, and the mother-in-law was about to twist his ears and scold: "Dead ghost, have you seen enough, go home for the old lady, and see how I clean you up!" Those beauty-loving women looked red and jealous, but in comparison, they still bowed their heads with inferiority, and the pink delicacy in their hands also lost its color.

This woman in white is the daughter of Baifu, Bai Lan'er!

Bai Lan'er walked through the crowd and came to the gate of Chengfu, and several guards shouted respectfully: "White girl! ”

Bai Lan'er smiled like a spring breeze and nodded to several guards.

One of the guards smiled and led the way for her and entered the Chengfu.

Bai Lan'er came to the infield, and the guards retired.

She looked at the many guests on the field and recognized at a glance the person who called her here today.

She walked slowly to the right seat and stood next to a middle-aged person, this person was eight feet tall, looked cold and handsome, his hair was combed up, he was dressed in a simple robe, his face was expressionless, and he was sitting in a precarious position, Bai Lan'er bent down slightly, made a woman's salute, and said respectfully and apologetically: "The disciple is late, and I hope that the master will forgive the sin!" ”

It turned out that this person was the Danqing Master Hongyan in other people's mouths, Bai Lan'er's Danqing Master.

Hongyan was silent, just looking into the distance, he didn't know what he was thinking, he pointed to the chair next to him, and motioned to sit down, Bai Lan'er sat down obediently.

Hongyan has many disciples, all of them are more famous, and they are all men, she doesn't understand why he called her here today, he didn't say that she didn't ask, thinking that the master must have his own reason.

The master has a cold temperament, does not like to talk, and often stays alone, but he is extremely warm, and treats his apprentices with great affection, which is the Hongyan in her eyes.

Although he doesn't talk much, he also has an aura of warmth and talent.

Bai Lan'er secretly glanced at Hongyan and found that his expression still hadn't changed, so she had to sit upright and look at the many people who were busy on the field.

The two sat down, neither of them spoke, quietly watching the field.

The host beat the gong and drum and kicked off the prelude to the competition.

All the talents of the eight colleges in Gucheng gathered together today, such a talent competition is naturally a major event among the readers, and more and more people gathered outside the venue to witness the top prize of this year's college.

Judging from the lineup on the field, each academy has sent candidates who have experience in the competition, but this refusal academy actually sent two young scholars who had never participated in the competition to the stage, and the host was also stunned, did this refusal academy give up the first round of competition or strategically send two to test the water? Or is it to exercise these two newcomers?

Sixteen people on the stage reported to their homes, bowed to the judges, and bowed to all directions to show respect.

"The following competition has officially begun!", the host suddenly said, "The first content of the competition, poetry and songs, with thinking as the theme, poetry and songs are not limited, and the participants are free to play, and the time is one-fifth of the pillar of incense!" ”

After the host's words fell, everyone walked to the table and dipped their pens in ink.

Time is limited, and those who have already thought about it have already begun to put pen to paper.

Refusal to close the Academy.

"Dean, what are you?" A man in white asked puzzled, really wondering why the dean would send such two newcomers up.

"Your poetry and singing style has been almost mastered, and the students of other academies will also deal with your weaknesses, it is better to let a few newcomers go up to practice, and besides, it is time for us to refuse to close the academy to cultivate more newcomers!" The old dean looked kind and said slowly. Obviously not much attention is paid to this first round.

This reading and writing is about self-cultivation, so why care about so many doubts and visions.

The man nodded, and didn't say anything more, and the old dean made a decision that he assumed to agree.

Mobei Academy.

"Hehe, I sent two newcomers who are not in the climate, and it seems that they are going to be at the bottom of this ring!" A young man named Wang Yun shook his head and sneered, obviously feeling that the refusal academy had given up the first link.

"Yun'er, don't despise others, you have to show your true skills in a while!" Wang Zhaoqi, the dean of Mobei Academy, criticized his youngest son.

The strength of Mobei Academy has always been the top three, since the emergence of Xu Chun in Hengxiang Academy, Mobei Academy can be said to be following every year, never won once Hengxiang Academy, this time, Dean Wang did not have much bottom in his heart, after all, Xu Chun's strength is there, in addition, I heard that this year's Nanxiang Academy should not be underestimated, and the rumored five-step poem, it is worth looking forward to.

Wang Zhaoqi was a little complicated in his heart.

"Don't worry, Dad! As long as the eldest brother can score this point, it's up to me next! ”

Wang Yun is full of confidence, he attaches great importance to this competition and has been preparing for a long time, so there should be no problem in winning the judges' points.

Time flies, and the time of a fifth of a pillar of incense is fleeting.

The host looked at the traces of burning incense and announced loudly: "When the time comes, please stop the pen in your hand and leave the venue in an orderly manner!" ”

The sixteen people on the stage stopped their pens and left the test table in turn.

I saw that sixteen scholars came to the stage, took down the sixteen works, and presented them to the judges.

City Lord Ling just glanced at it and closed his eyes.

Ling Tian has loved martial arts all his life, this kind of crepe thing is naturally not interesting, today is just nothing in the camp, under the invitation of Cheng Wenjun, he took the time to come over to have a show, and he had to leave after a while.

On the contrary, Cheng Wenjun, as a civil official, must have cared about this, otherwise he would not have held this academy competition in his home every year.

Sixteen copies of the scrolls were spread out on the table, the poems were anonymous, and I didn't know who wrote them, Cheng Wenjun took a copy out casually and looked at it, browsed it from beginning to end, and finally shook his head.

took ten copies like this, Cheng Wenjun still shook his head and sighed, these works are still a little unsatisfactory, among the ten copies, there are only five or six copies of the medium level, which are not good works.

The rest of the judges are also the same, and they all shake their heads when they see the works that they are not satisfied with.

This year's works are really not as good as in previous years.

"Cheng-sama, come and take a look at this!" An old man suddenly exclaimed and beckoned Cheng Wenjun to come over.

Cheng Wenjun walked up to the old man and picked up a pair of words spread out on the table, Bodhisattva! I read it carefully and silently, and after reading it, I read it again from beginning to end, and a smile gradually appeared on my face, and I praised: "Good words!" Good words! To be able to make such a word in such a short period of time is commendable! I don't know which representative of the academy it will be! ”

Cheng Wenjun praised again and again, and obviously praised this poem!

The rest of the judges did the same, nodding their heads one after another, this work is currently considered good.

This word was placed in the upper class, and everyone began to review the remaining copies.

Cheng Wenjun picked up a scroll, and suddenly his eyes lit up, this is a simple poem, only a short four lines of words, easy to read and popular, catchy, read again, the heart is slightly bitter, read it three times, the heart is slightly cold, and the feelings of a person who can't be together because of time and space distance are expressed straight through the heart!

Shiyun: Jijun

I live in Beihaijun Nanhai, and I can't send geese to pass on the book.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

The wild goose passed the book, but it couldn't fly to this mountain and water.

Back then, the spring breeze enjoyed the peach and plum and drank the wine together, but now I have been saying goodbye for ten years, and I can only listen to the autumn rain in the lonely lamp and miss you.

Cheng Wenjun held this scroll, suddenly full of thoughts, when he said goodbye to his friend Kyoto, he came to this Gucheng as a governor, and now ten years have passed, and there is no chance to see each other again, as the poem says, the night rain in the rivers and lakes for ten years.

Cheng Wenjun slowly put down the scroll, and his heart suddenly became bitter.

"Alas~" Cheng Wenjun sighed.

An old man stepped forward, picked up the scroll and read it carefully, and finally remained silent.

At this age, there will inevitably be people in my heart who want to see but can't.

After the judges have approved it, the sixteen volumes can be regarded as the last work, which is the word poem.

After deliberation among the judges, it was decided that the poem won and tied for first place.

Cheng Wenjun looked at the host and nodded slightly, the host immediately understood, walked down quickly and took the two papers, and then returned to the stage.

Seeing the two volumes held by the host, the eight academies in the audience were all stunned, two volumes?

Judging from the experience of previous years, they are all one volume, but this year there are two, is it tied for the first place?

"Ah Tsubaki, what did you write?" The kind-looking old dean turned his head and asked Xu Chun, who was sitting on the side with his eyes closed.

Xu Chun opened his eyes and smiled at the old dean: "Mr. Hui, what the disciple wrote is Jijun!" ”

The old dean squinted, let out a laugh, and then looked back at the stage.

Nanxiang Academy.

"Yuan'er, are you sure?" An Tianhua asked.

Yasaki sat slumped in his chair, playing with the lid of his teacup, looking like he didn't look like a scholar, and his behavior was very bohemian.

"Don't worry! Father! When have I ever let you down! Yashiki replied without raising his head.

Mobei Academy.

"Jun'er, what do you think of this first round of competition?" Wang Zhaoqi asked.

"Dad, the child has done his best, there is still hope!" Wang Jun replied, his tone was very pertinent, and he didn't dare to be too full.

The younger brother next to him, Wang Yun, didn't interject, but listening to this meaning, it is estimated that there is no drama!

Speaking of on-the-spot play, it has to be Xu Chun of Hengxiang Academy,

Wang Yun shook his head secretly, not to mention how aggrieved he felt when he was inferior every year.

At this time, the host raised his voice, and everyone in the audience was looking forward to it, and those who were confident naturally felt that they were sure to win, and those who were not confident also wanted to know which two people would be able to win the first round.

"In the first round, the first place is..."The host looked at everyone, the corners of his mouth rose, and he deliberately lengthened the tail note.

Inside and outside the venue, they are waiting for the host's announcement.

"The winners are "Jijun" and "Bodhisattva Man"!" The host said abruptly.

"Alas, it's over, it's not ours!"

"Alas, it's a pity!"

"The time is too short, there is no time to process and polish!"

"I'm so nervous, I always feel that I can't write well, and there will be no mine this year!"

“...”

A few families are happy and a few are sad!

Xu Chun smiled faintly and whispered to the old dean: "Sir, this year is still ours!" ”

The old dean Fu Xu smiled and said, "With you, I'm relieved!" ”

"I knew that our brother Tsubaki was the best!" The woman in Tsing Yi said happily.

Mobei Academy.

"How's it going, big brother?" Wang Yun tried to ask, but he didn't have much hope.

Wang Jun shook his head.

Wang Zhaoqi patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

The rest of the colleges are also mourning, this first round is not good, I hope the final announcement can get a good term!

"I would like to invite the representatives of the two books to come to the stage!" The host said aloud.

Everyone on the court, you look at me, I look at you, thinking who will win the first place in this first round.

I saw Xu Chun get up slowly, walk slowly to the stage with elegant demeanor, and come to everyone, smiling, and making waves in all directions.

Sure enough, it was Xu Chun, but everyone didn't feel strange in their hearts, after all, this was the winner of the perennial top prize.

Just when everyone was thinking about who else would be, a young man in fancy clothes slapped the table, went out with an arrow, rose from the ground, and landed in the middle of the stage, standing with his hands fixed, looking at Xu Chun, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.