"Zhao Gongzi, please get up and see you." Mo Yuan shouted loudly again, and after a while, he finally saw a teenager standing up in the crowd, but he ...... 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. ”

The pock-faced scholar was afraid for a while after hearing this, but fortunately he didn't scold, otherwise he would have offended this Liu Yanei, and if he was hated by him, he might be coerced and retaliated against in the future.

"Since there is Liu Gongzi as a guarantor, then Zhao Gongzi must have real talent and learning, and he is in Xia Menglang." The pock-faced gentleman said a word to himself and sat back, without the spirit of thousands of people at all.

Professor Zhu pointed to the chair beside him, and then beckoned to Liu Jing, and said, "Xingyi, there is still a vacant seat here, you can sit here, the old man has something to say to you." ”

Is it okay not to go? Liu Jing glanced at Zhao Yan and a few others, and said in his heart that although Professor Zhu and I had met before, they were really not familiar with each other, but when he saw several people, they all had expressions similar to 'Brother Liu go with peace of mind', so he had to secretly scold for being unrighteous, and then walked over without tears.

"Zhu Gong." Liu Jing sat obediently beside Professor Zhu, full of anxiety for fear that Professor Zhu would hear that he was the frivolous prodigal son who sang 'Yin Ciyan Song' on the street last night, so he didn't even bother to listen to what Mo Yuan said not far away.

Professor Zhu looked at Liu Jingdao with a smile: "The old man and Ling Zu have been friends for many years, and now although they are said to be as high as a temple and a river and lakes away, they also often exchange letters, and they have not broken off contacts. ”