At this time, Dr. Chen, who was standing on the high platform, had already begun to talk about many matters in the second round of the competition: "Students, in the second round of the competition, the topic is also a poem, the title is Qiu Ju, and each poetry club is invited to compose a poem of Yongju. ”

The chrysanthemum blooms in August for the last spring snowy flower, so it is not surprising that the second round is themed on chrysanthemums.

However, as far as Cui Wenqing is concerned, there is some chrysanthemum pain.

Not long ago, Guy also wrote two poems of chrysanthemums on the Fuzhou poetry collection of Nalaoshzi, but he didn't expect to come to Luoyang City, and he couldn't escape the word chrysanthemum.

Could it be that at that time, people didn't love peony and orchid grass, but only chrysanthemums? In this way, it seems to be a bit perverted.

Thinking of this, Cui Wenqing couldn't help but smile, picked up the pen and wrote, and soon it was done.

On the other end, several judges were idle at this time, and they were also discussing.

Wang Zhongzhang, a scholar of Jixian Palace, said with a smile: "By the way, speaking of Yongju, it seems that I heard that there were two wonderful and extraordinary poems of Yongju in the Fuzhou Poetry Collection not long ago. ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Zhang Changming, a bachelor of Longtu Pavilion, is a contemporary otaku, and he likes to live at home to study knowledge, so he is often an afterthought about Shilin affairs, and he hurriedly asked at this moment: "I don't know why these two poems are?" Bachelor Wang may wish to read it. ”

"Okay." Wang Zhongzhang smiled reservedly, thought about it for a while, and said in a groaning voice: "The first song is: The sassy west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold fragrance and cold butterflies are difficult to come." If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together. ”

"Well, yes, yes." Zhang Changming's face lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't stop bowing his head again and again, and hurriedly asked: "By the way, Brother Wang, why is this second poem of Yongdai?" ”

"Haha, as for the second poem of the chrysanthemum, it is even more exciting." Wang Zhongzhang smiled reservedly, as if he couldn't suppress the praise in his heart, and explained with a long sigh, "Although the two poems of Yongju are good, if you compare them with each other, the old man still loves the second poem, which is to stay until September 8 in autumn, and I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom." The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor. ”

"Oh, what a good one after my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers are killed, and the city is full of golden armor. It's wonderful! Wonderful! Zhang Changming is a person who likes poetry, and when he heard these two poems, he immediately praised the collection of cases.

Wang Zhong opened his head and smiled, but saw Sima Tang sitting next to him with a tense face and did not say a word, nor did he say yes, nor did he judge, and he looked like he had nothing to do with himself, so he couldn't help but smile and ask: "What does Sima Zhuangyuan think of these two poems of Yongdai?" ”

Sima originally had a grudge against these two poems, and wanted to take a non-judgmental attitude, but in the face of the inquiry of the respected Bachelor Wang, he couldn't help but say noncommittally, so he had to smile bitterly and said vaguely: "Well, it's not bad......

Hearing such vague words, Wang Zhongzhang's white eyebrows quietly furrowed, and when he was puzzled why Sima Tang was so perfunctory, Chen Fawen, the Guozijian Si Ye on the side, did not open which pot to mention, and asked: "By the way, Sima Zhuangyuan, I remember that you came back from Fuzhou not long ago, and it is said that you also participated in this poetry collection, but I don't know how these two poems were born?" ”

As soon as these words fell, Wang Zhongzhang and Zhang Changming's surprised eyes immediately fell on Sima Tang, who said in amazement: "Oh, I didn't expect Sima Zhuangyuan to be the witness of these two poems, let's talk about it, who made such a wonderful poem of Yongdai?" ”

Sima Tang had no choice but to sigh secretly in his heart, and replied with a forced smile: "Actually, these two poems were written by one person. ”

When the words fell, the other three suddenly showed a look of shock, obviously very surprised.

A poem of a chrysanthemum is already rare, this person can still write two poems at once, could it be that he is another demon in the literary world like Ouyang Xiu and Su Shi?

Sima Tang continued: "This person's name is Cui Wenqing, he is the husband of Zhezhao, the governor of Zhenwu Army, and also the son-in-law of the Zhe family, the reason is that the Fuzhou poetry collection that day, Cui Wenqing was stopped outside the garden gate by Fuzhou Don't drive, Fuzhou Don't drive requires him to use Meilan, bamboo and chrysanthemum as poems, so that he can let him in, this Cui Wenqing has always been unruly, even if he made four poems, and the first Yongju was made at that time. ”

Chen Fawen suddenly bowed his head and continued to ask, "What about the second Yongdai?" ”

"As for the second song, this is because the banquet scholars suspected that Cui Wenqing's original song was stolen, and Cui Wenqing made the second song in front of everyone in order to prove his innocence."

After listening to Sima Tang's explanation, the three of them suddenly realized, Wang Zhong sighed: "What a young hero, such a quatrain actually came with his mouth open, it is really amazing, but it is a pity that such a talent is buried in Fuzhou, it is really a tyrannical thing!" ”

Zhang Changming nodded sympathetically and said: "Yes, and he is still a son-in-law, it's a pity!" After that, he changed from nodding his head to shaking his head.

"Cui Wenqing? How does this name sound familiar? Chen Fawen said lightly, and then showed a bitter thought.

Sima Tang didn't hide it, and said bluntly: "Si Ye doesn't know, at present, this Cui Wenqing has been enrolled in our country's prison, so maybe you have just heard his name." ”

"I see." Chen Fawen's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help laughing, "Such a talent has been included in my country's sub-prison, it's really fortunate, by the way, I don't know if Cui Wenqing has come to tonight's poetry competition?" ”

Sima Tang's heart jumped, and then he realized that there seemed to be this possibility, but after thinking about it, he still shook his head and denied: "It is said that Cui Wenqing has only been in the country for a few days, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to join the poetry club to come to the banquet so soon, right?" ”

Chen Fawen was right to think about it, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "It seems that we have missed such a poetic talent today." ”

Wang Zhongzhang nodded sympathetically and said: "Yes, I'm afraid that even if there is a theme of Yongju tonight, it will be difficult to appear like these two poems of Yongju written by Cui Wenqing." After that, there was another soft sigh.

Hearing this, Sima Tang was a little jealous.

Cui Wenqing, it's Cui Wenqing again, why does this guy attract the attention of others like gold wherever he goes?

Let's not talk about it, even Bachelor Chen, Wang Xianggong and the official family are very concerned about him, is this person really so remarkable? is even more powerful than him?

When Sima Tang was angry, officials had already sent in the poems made by various poetry societies.

The first round of the competition just now has eliminated three poetry clubs, so there are only sixteen poetry clubs that have produced poems, and the four judges will not waste time if they read four poems.

(End of chapter)