At the end of the three rounds, there are only twelve people left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Among these twelve people, several of them are students of Guozixue, and the remaining few people also have a slight reputation for poetry in Chang'an. To be able to stay until the end, the level of these people is naturally not low.

This tiebreaker doesn't need Luo Yan and them to draw lots, they just need to wait for the judges to come out with peace of mind.

After several judges on the stage discussed with each other for a while, the final topic came out. The requirement is to write Yuan Xi again.

Originally, when they entered the door just now, everyone was already racking their brains to write Yuan Xi, and it was not difficult to suddenly engage in such a repetitive topic again.

If it's hard enough to repeat the question, then the next rule is quite tricky. It is required to be completed within half a stick of incense, otherwise it will be eliminated directly.

Some people in the audience have already begun to complain, and the matter of writing poetry is not achieved overnight. And to write a second poem on the same subject in a short period of time could not have been more difficult. At that moment, someone made a fuss: "You can't afford to play it, and you make it clear that you don't want people to move this good wine away, right?" I originally thought that I could see a dragon fight this time, and I wanted to break the rules of the partiality, but you thought that the poem was a thatched house, and even if you didn't have it, you could go in and pretend. ”

"That's it, although we said that we can't drink good wine, but watching someone win back this good wine is also in vain, who knew that such a disgusting one would come."

"There is a shady scene, Lao Tzu will never come to your house to drink in the future."

"You? You've never been here at all, and if it weren't for your companions taking you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to get in for the rest of your life. ”

"You are different, why should Tian Shehan be embarrassed by Tian Shehan."

"Don't argue, if you can't take away the Jiannan Burning Spring in the past ten years, Lao Tzu will come over every day to scold the street in the future."

"It's just a few days before spring planting, and when you call me when you scold, I want to scold too."

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No matter how much trouble the crowd of melon seeds in the audience is, the judges on the stage just don't change the rules of this cheat. No way, let's start writing poetry.

In fact, the remaining twelve people felt that it was not that they couldn't write poetry. When I wrote the first song, I had a lot of remnants left in my head, and if I wanted to write it at this time, it would definitely come in handy. But it's one thing to write about it, it's another thing to be able to outperform others.

After three rounds, there is basically nothing on the field who doesn't know them. The purpose of fame has basically been achieved. Even the last jar of wine, in fact, some people here don't care. A ten-year Jiannan burning spring, only a few dozen taels of silver if it dies, although this bibliography is the money spent in a lifetime for some ordinary people, but for some wealthy families, it is just the private money of these children.

When it comes to this part, what they really want to fight for is actually a piece of face, and these people don't want to be said by others that they are not as good as anyone who writes poetry.

Luo Yan had no choice but to keep recalling the verses he had just found in his mind.

There was a scholar who had already written a poem and handed it in while others were still thinking. The person who could only hear the poem shouted at the top of his voice: "It is suspected that it is a group feast, and the Qing Emperor is coming."

Flowers bloom, the moon shines brightly.

Pick up the stars of Hanyi, and hang like the moon according to the building.

Looking back at the beautiful woman, the light is still shining in the sky. ”

Basically, there is nothing to show off, but in order to identify the best among these twelve people, the judges did not give any evaluation at this time.

Although Luo Yan has always copied poetry, but with the continuous increase in reading recently, at least he has the ability to taste. At this time, I heard the poems written by this person in a hurry, and the level was not as high as the previous three rounds, and I was a lot more relieved at the moment. There is no way, this product has been eliminated in Luo Yan's heart.

The remaining eleven people, including Luo Yan, began to feel pressure at this time. Although this poem is not well written, at least people have already handed in the work, counting the thinking just now, plus listening to this poem at this time, a lot of time has been wasted. There can be no further delay.

With the mentality of dying or dying, two more scholars handed in their works. However, under the pressure of the first scholar, these two also fell off the standard, and they were slightly better than the first one. At this time, there are only nine of them left, and the incense sticks in the incense burner are about to burn to the end.

How long can the half-burnt incense last, Luo Yan can only choose the one he is most reluctant to choose.

Pick up a pen and write his own poem on paper, and then hand it in, Luo Yan is already the tenth. And the remaining two people also handed in their own works when Luo Yan handed in the manuscript of the poem.

At this point, four poems are read next to each other in a row. In fact, this is the best way to compare the level of poetry, of course, if the level is not much different, then the biggest possibility is to hear who benefits first.

Something like the best in the game is actually very painful. For example, the one that Luo Yan plagiarized this time is Ouyang Xiu's "Sheng Chazi". Yuan Xi. Although there are not so many words, this poem is absolutely fine in terms of artistic conception and feelings.

"On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like daylight.

The moon arrives at the head of the willow tops, and people are about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt. ”

It made a perfect summary of the encounter in the Shangyuan Festival.

There are a lot of people who have experienced this kind of thing, and there are many beautiful girls in Chang'an City during the Shangyuan Festival. Whether it's coincidental or deliberate, encounters like this happen every year. There are even a lot of private life-long ones, but the ending is generally very miserable, and the details are too cruel to describe.

So after listening to Luo Yan's poem, everyone can surprisingly understand what is going on. Compared with the fact that some people wrote a lot of words that people don't understand just now to put up forks, in the eyes of everyone, Luo Yan is naturally a little more cute. It's just a warm man.

All that's left is for the judges to make things difficult.

When the style of writing is indeed more flamboyant. But that doesn't mean that you don't know how good a poem is that touches people's hearts but has simple words. Of course, Luo Yan also has competitors, because the other party is not only gorgeous, but also has some content to express his mood in this poem. So these judges have a hard time.

There is only one jar of wine, but there are two good poems, and now it is not easy to choose one as the best one for tonight.

At this point, the judges were completely speechless.

Fortunately, there were also those who acted decisively, thinking that Lao Ru said to several other judges: "If you want me to say, the best poem tonight is not among these twelve, but in the second round." Luo Yan's "Snow" is as simple as the verses of this round, but it has the benevolence of my Confucianism. I don't choose poetry, I choose Luo Yan. ”

Lao Ru's words gave a lot of inspiration to several people in the audience. Their eyes are no longer depressed on this decisive game, and they turn out the poems of the first three rounds of these twelve people that have been selected long ago, and take them out together with the works of this round to appreciate together. From this point of view, the gap is naturally reflected.

Luo Yan wrote four poems in three rounds and one game, all of which can be called masterpieces for a while, and in comparison, others are much inferior.

Therefore, the judges didn't have to worry about anything else, and directly selected Luo Yan as the final winner.

As soon as the news was announced, there was an uproar on the field. There are some people who know Luo Yan who are open-minded, and they naturally applaud Luo Yan. As for Luo Yan's two relatives and friends, there will be a burst of shouting below, and the excitement makes Luo Yan a little afraid to admit it.

However, the content of the shouts of the two people is not the same.

The little girl Ying'er is sincerely happy for Luo Yan, after all, in front of so many people, the little girl also has a feeling of honor in her heart, but she keeps telling the people around her that she is Luo Yan's relatives and friends. But Qu Tuquan's goods are really a bit unbearable.

"Luo Yan, go and take down the wine and let me take a sip."

"Luo Yan, let's go to Ji Yaxuan tonight to stay overnight."

"Luo Yan, tonight's flower wine will drink the ten years of Jiannan Burning Spring."

"Luo Yan, you don't have to bring anything except wine."

Qu Tuquan's shouts are simply not the same, but there is a center, that is, Luo Yan will bring wine to Jiyaxuan with him tonight.

Qu Tuquan taught a lot of children at once, just shouted a few times, and this time they followed one after another.

"Luo Yan, I'm yours tonight, I'll take you, and you bring wine."

"Luo Yan, if you want a few girls tonight, I'll give them to you, just give me the wine."

What's more: "Luo Yan, let's use your prize tonight for our glass of wine." "It was a man who said this. After Luo Yan heard this, he just wanted to go out and vomit well. has lived for more than ten years, and tonight is the most molested, and there are still people who want to bend.

But the applause was also accompanied by a lot of scolding, and some relatives and friends saw that their friends did not receive the final reward, and under the imbalance of mentality, they continued to attack the judges and Luo Yan, and began to shout that there was a shady scene.

What kind of people are the judges, these people are usually pampered, even if they live a harder life, but the pride of the scholars has not been lost, and when I hear someone scolding me, how can I bear it. A younger judge stood up and shouted, "Shut up." Tonight's decisive game is a game of victory, regardless of the merits. Although there are no good or bad poems, people are up and down. We all thought that Luzhou Luo Yan had the people in his heart and had the heart of a Confucian benevolent, so how could you compare with these people who were sitting here and making trouble with melon seeds. If anyone is not convinced, also write me a poem or two, I will give a hundred taels of silver today, the value is not lower than this altar of Jiannan Burning Spring, just waiting for you here. ”

Well, this person's hot temper calmed the audience at once, and in the end, he could only quietly watch the steward of the restaurant hold a jar of about ten catties and give it to Luo Yan.