Mo Yuan smiled and said, "Jiang Gongzi doesn't need to be too humble, please sit down, let's continue to listen to the next song." ”

"The ancient city overlooks the clear stream, and the high pavilion leads the embankment by falsehood. The cool rain harvests a thousand trees, and the sunset smoke begins to fascinate thousands of families. Mo Yuan continued: "This poem is the second place in the Shenzhou County Examination, written by Zhang Wenyuan and Zhang Gongzi, what do you think? ”

Color......

Good poetry......

When the leader of this poetry meeting is also ......

Zhang Wenyuan smiled on his face, got up and arched his hand: "Zhang Wenyuan in Xia Shenzhou, the words are easy to learn." You have praised it falsely, if you say that the poet is not daring to be the next one, in fact, there are already candidates for the poet in the heart, but the first to sell a pass, how about I continue to listen to it first? ”

"Zhang Gongzi is too humble......"

"Yes, such a good poem at the moment, I haven't heard of it before, how can there be a more brilliant poem than this poem?"

As the initiator of the poetry club, Kang Quan Kang Gongzi could naturally sit next to Professor Fu Xuezhu, but when he heard the praise of Zhang Wenyuan from everyone around him at this time, his face couldn't help but tremble slightly, but a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yuan turned his head and saw that Kang Quan's face was quite unnatural, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and secretly said that this Kang Gongzi is good at everything, but he is cautious, and he always can't see that others are better than himself, this poetry club was initiated by you, which is a kind of fame in itself, even if someone makes better poems than you? It's not your light yet, so why bother too much.

"Everyone, everyone, and be still. There are four other masterpieces below, which can be sung one by one in the next one, and then Professor Zhu and several seniors will decide the level. Mo Yuan smiled and raised his hand to press down, and then sang two poems in a row, which sounded very good.

At this time, there were still two poems left, and Mo Yuan took a sip of tea before looking down.

This ninth poem was written by the initiator of the poetry meeting, Kang Changheng Kang Gongzi. Kang Gongzi is brilliantly written, he is the first genius of my Zhending Mansion, and he has always admired his poetry and writing, and you listen quietly. ”

After Mo Yuan finished speaking, he saw Kang Quan's face in the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly, if I hadn't known you since I was a child, why would I make such a big deal of effort for you.

"The jade girl is a fragrant car, looking back at the desert of the world. Heavy air protection hydrangea, ring who takes the nine cranes. The ancient city of willow is connected to the east bridge, and the red mansion road is not far away. The boat passed this mooring, and the Qi tree listened to the purple flute in the shade. What do you think of this poem? ”

Good poetry, Gongzi Kang deserves to be the first genius of Zhending Mansion, it is really worthy of the name......

Yes, Gongzi Kang is really talented, I might as well be ashamed......

Kang Gongzi's poem is not bad, but I think that this poem is slightly inferior to the previous work of Zhang Haoxue Gongzi in Shenzhou......

Kang Quan got up and gave his hand, and he was very happy when he heard everyone's praise, but there were always Diao people who wanted to splash dirty water on this son, and the last sentence was the meaning of Shenma? Where is this son's poem not as good as the little-known Zhang Wenyuan?

Mo Yuan saw that Kang Quan's face was a little sunny and cloudy, so he coughed twice and said loudly: "Brother Kang, please take a seat, and there is one last poem, let me sing it." ”

"The ups and downs of Shagang are a county ring, and the Tang Dynasty has become a German Han Changshan. Hug Hengyue Thousand Peaks in the west, and intercept Hutuo Baidao Bay in the south. China's throat is connected to nine provinces, and Shenjing locks and controls three passes. When the river Shuo is called the town, the tiger is between the dragon and the swallow and the Zhao. Good poetry, good spirit......" Mo Yuan couldn't help but praise two sentences, and then asked around: "What do you think of this poem?" ”

Who wrote this poem? The momentum is majestic, the atmosphere is awe-inspiring, and in a few words, it is said that the majesty of the ancient city of Zhending is not as good as it is below. ”

"As this brother said, the person who wrote this poem must not be an unknown person, and I don't know which famous person wrote it."

"This poem is very good, although it is an ancient city, the whole poem does not have the word 'ancient city', but it also shows the history of the ancient city and the majesty and majesty, and I think that I was elected as the poet ......."

"Yes, Brother Mo quickly said who did it, and he is determined to get acquainted with him."

Mo Yuan turned his head and saw Kang Quan's gloomy face, smiled bitterly in his heart, and simply no longer had any scruples, and said to himself: "This poem is written by Zhao Yan and Zhao Gongzi, the head of the county trial case in Shenzhou, and I also ask Zhao Gongzi to get up and let me wait to see a thing or two." ”

After the words were spoken, the scholars turned their heads and looked around, but after a while, no one got up, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, could it be that Zhao Gongzi was shy and refused to stand up?

Mo Yuan also wondered in his heart, this is a good time to become famous, is there really someone who treats fame as nothing, just writes a poem and leaves?

"Zhao Gongzi, please get up and see you." Mo Yuan shouted again, and after a while, he finally saw a teenager standing up in the crowd, just ...... Can this young man, who is a little obsessed, really make such good poems?

When the scholars present saw the young man who got up, most of them felt a sense of loss in their hearts, how could a person who could make such good poems be a little fat man? Although this little fat man doesn't look very annoying, shouldn't all famous people since ancient times look like they are majestic and the jade tree is in the wind?

Liu Quanyou stood up and glanced around, this feeling of being watched by hundreds of people is really good, but unfortunately the focus of attention is not himself, it is really a little ...... No, it's a pity.

"Everyone, Liu Quanyou in Xiahengshui, the words are complete, Brother Zhao is a little inconvenient in his abdomen, so he went to the toilet, please wait for a while."

Zhang Wenyuan also got up and said, "The candidate for the poet I just mentioned below is Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao is not only full of wealth, but also talented in poetry, and he is convinced of it...... Look, the one who just went upstairs is Brother Zhao. ”

The pastries in Juhua Restaurant are soft and crispy, and they are extraordinarily sweet, so when Zhao Yan first came, he ate a few more pieces of tea, who knew that his stomach was not strong, and after purring for a long time, he had no choice but to go downstairs to find a thatched house to solve it.

The stairs were crowded with people, and Zhao Yan finally squeezed up, not wanting to be the focus of attention of the audience without paying attention, what kind of trouble is this? Could it be that he was greedy for pastries, was poked out, and then despised by the audience?

Mo Yuan saw that Zhao Yan at the top of the stairs hesitated and refused to step forward, so he had to ask: "Zhao Gongzi, this "Zhending Mansion" was written by you?" ”

Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and he understood a general idea in his mind, nodded and said: "Yes, in Xia Shenzhou Zhao Yan, the poems are ugly, which makes you laugh." ”

Mo Yuan said with a smile: "Zhao Gongzi won the Zhongxian trial at a young age, and he can make such extraordinary poems, which really makes me admire." Zhao Gongzi, please take a seat, and Professor Zhu and several seniors will judge these ten poems. ”

Zhao Yan bowed his hand modestly, and then walked towards his table.

Many people around him saw that he was not very old, and some were amazed, and some suspected that the poem was plagiarized, but they all pointed at it without exception, which made Zhao Yan very unaccustomed.

"Brother Zhao Xian, this time you have become famous all over the world." Li Xun laughed and teased.

Liu Quanyou also said: "Yes, Brother Zhao really deserves to be the head of the county trial, and the poems he makes can throw out the younger brother ten streets." ”

Zhao Yan smiled and said a few words modestly, and after a while, he listened to Mo Yuan over there: "After Professor Zhu and several seniors discussed, they all decided that Zhao Gongzi's "Zhending Mansion" was the best ......."

"Wait." A young scholar with a few pockmarks on his face stood up, arched his hands and said: "The poem "Zhending Mansion" is majestic, and I am ashamed of myself, but is this poem really written by Zhao Gongzi? Zhao Gongzi is not as old as a weak crown, if he is said to be brilliant, he can be promoted to the head of the case during the county examination, and he barely feels credible. However, the poem is three hundred, in a word, it says: thinking is innocent. There are 300 poems written by Gaiyan, no matter who they are, all out of the overflow of love, written directly from the heart, without the meaning of hypocrisy. ”

Hearing this, some people in the four places had already nodded their heads secretly, as if they had gained something.

The pock-faced scholar continued triumphantly: "And according to what I heard from friends in Shenzhou, Zhao Gongzi seems to have been living in the countryside before, I don't know how he has such courage and makes such a bold poem?" Please also ask Zhao Gongzi to explain one or two. ”

"Bastard." The pock-faced scholar's voice fell, and before Zhao Yan, who was the party concerned, could speak, Liu Jing slapped the table and stood up and shouted angrily to the pock-faced scholar: "This poem is written by Zhao Xiandi that I saw with my own eyes, the poem is written by words, and the poem is written by Yongwu, although Zhao Xiandi is not very old, he has a great ambition and a big ambition, how can a person like you who has no ink on his chest can speculate?" ”

The pock-faced scholar was scolded by Liu Jing as a 'bastard' and a 'man with no ink on his chest', he was very angry in his heart, and he blushed and was about to open his mouth to scold back, but Professor Zhu, who didn't want to speak very little, suddenly got up, and then pointed at Liu Jing and said, "You are ...... You are ......"

Liu Jing didn't say it as a friend, he was excited just now, and without thinking about it, he stood up to refute the numb-faced scholar for Zhao Yan, but he forgot that Professor Zhu was still here, and when he saw him get up and point at himself, he was suddenly shocked, why did he forget to cover it up just now.

"You're doing righteousness, aren't you? I don't know if Ling Zu and Ling Zun are good? Professor Zhu thought for a long time before remembering Liu Jing's words, and finally said what he wanted to say.

Belch...... Liu Jing was stunned for a moment, and was secretly pulled by Qian Liangcai before he reacted, and then said from afar: "I have seen Zhu Gong, my ancestor and my father are both in the capital, and I sent a letter back a few days ago to say that everything is fine, and Lao Zhu Gong is worried." ”

The onlookers were a little distracted when they saw this scene, seeing that a good show was about to be staged, why did the style of painting change and come to such a play again?

Professor Zhu smiled and introduced to others: "This is the grandson of Liu Gong, the head of the household department, the old man and Liu Shilang studied together in the past, and a few years ago when this son performed the crown ceremony, the old man also went to watch the ceremony, so he has some impressions of it." Just got to see the grandson of the deceased, and the old man couldn't help himself for a while, and he was rude. ”