According to the agreement before the competition, the time limit for each poem is one stick of incense. The www.biquge.info and the rank of the judges are based on the quality of the poems and the time of submission. The two things are put together precisely to suppress the advantages of the side that makes the question.

It was with such an agreement that Luo Yan didn't care about winning or losing this first game at all. He knew Du He's level, but he had prepared it in advance. In this way, both in terms of quality and time, Duhe has a complete advantage. Even sitting next to Du He, Luo Yan didn't look at what Du He was writing about, but looked at the actions of the Pang father and son opposite with great interest.

At this time, Pang Wenlin did not rush to write, and looked at Luo Yan with a smile on his face. Seeing that Luo Yan did not instruct Du He on how to compose poems, but looked at his side, he laughed wildly and said: "Dr. Luo knows that he is going to lose, you see, for the sake of you, I have to wait for tea time to write." Save these people from saying I'm taking advantage. "It's tea time, but in fact, Pang Fengcheng has been staring at Du He. From a distance, he saw Du He scribbling on a chapter of paper, and did not take out new paper to copy or anything like that, so he allowed his son to relax like this.

After all, Du He is still working hard, and Luo Yan can't just give up, so although he doesn't have hope in his heart, he still says: "I'm absolutely sure you should finish writing it quickly." Since you know that Duhe is going to lose, what is the difference between writing early and writing late. Besides, aren't you afraid to talk to me too much and forget all the things you remembered before? ”

Pang Wenlin was a little breathless when he said this, and was about to have a good theory with Luo Yan. Suddenly, he was pounded by Pang Fengcheng beside him: "Don't talk nonsense, that yellow-haired boy has already changed the paper." I'm afraid it's a copy of the poem. You hurry up, finish writing your own first, and then it's not too late to be proud. ”

Pang Wenlin was really stunned by such a large paragraph. But he quickly reacted, but it was really like what Luo Yan said, this thing suddenly forgot what the first sentence was. The tip of the pen had already dotted several ink dots on the paper, and by the time I suddenly remembered, the paper was no longer usable. There was no choice but to draw out one again, and after the change, it was already a cut behind Duhe.

Regardless of the advantage of his age, Pang Wenlin was dipped in ink and wrote on the paper.

Just saw Pang Wenlin's embarrassment, Qu Tuquan and they also brought many literati behind them to laugh. Seeing that Pang Wenlin was already on the right track at this moment, he became anxious, and kept saying to Du He in front of him: "Du Er, hurry up, that Pang Wenlin has already started to write." He has been working the pen for so many years, and his writing must be faster than yours, if you don't hurry up, this will be a failure. ”

While urging Du He, he kept scolding Pang Wenlin: "You shameless, didn't you say that you have to wait for a cup of tea." You've been writing for so long, and you've only just arrived at a cup of tea, so you don't take advantage of it. ”

"Pang Wenlin, do you still have the face to compete, what about mutual trust, your integrity makes the dog eat it."

All kinds of scolding sounded on Qu Tuquan's side, and then everyone on the lookers looked at them, as for Du He and Pang Wenlin on the field, it seemed that the victory and defeat had been divided at this moment, and there was nothing to see. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Pang Wenlin's advantage is too great, even if he delays a little time, he will definitely be able to finish it before Du He. As for the quality of the poems, there is preparation and improvisation, and there is definitely a gap.

However, there are times when the clear-eyed are blind. This time it was the real tea kung fu, Pang Wenlin put down the pen and blew the undried ink on the paper with his mouth. It is clear that he finished writing. Said proudly to Luo Yan: "How about it, I still want to win after all." Then there was a loud laugh.

This laughter attracted everyone's attention, and although Pang Wenlin's face did not shine at this time, people's eyes were still staring at his face. Many people began to whisper in private: "Alas, it's really nothing to look at, this proper family wants to win." I regret it a little, why didn't I press this Pang Wenlin Sheng in the first place. ”

There are many people who say something similar.

It's just that just after Pang Wenlin laughed three times, suddenly the crisp sound of putting down the pen stuffed the rest of his laughter back into his throat.

Duho is done.

That's right, just when everyone was lamenting that the ending was decided, Duhe finished his poem.

Children write slowly, and their wrist strength is relatively small, so the ink marks on the paper are not very heavy. Just put the pen down and blow it, and you can see that the ink marks have dried. Du He, who was no longer restrained, picked up his poem, stood up and trotted to the top, handing the thin piece of paper to Yao Silian, who was sitting in the middle.

All at once, the tide turned. Luo Yan watched Pang Wenlin close his grown mouth stiffly, and then watched Du He hand in the poem manuscript with a stunned expression. This result made the onlookers laugh out loud, and sure enough, they didn't look at the joy of dancing now, and they also looked at the list at the end of the year.

In desperation, Pang Wenlin could only stand up and submit his poem manuscript.

However, what makes Pang Wenlin more relieved is that his poems are collected with a lot of money. I also deliberately recited it, and I wanted to come to the Duhe child, who was not familiar with the rhythm, and had little knowledge, at most he was blindfolded with a few words. Thinking about Fang Cai's action, he must have handed in the poem manuscript earlier, so as to take advantage of it.

Seeing that the poems of both parties were handed over to the judges, the onlookers began to get anxious at this moment. As a spectator, I naturally just want to know what the result will be at this time, although Pang Wenlin's embarrassment makes people laugh, but if he can win in the end, everything before that is just a more tortuous and winding experience, which can make people talk about it even more.

At this time, the five judges looked at the two poems with some difficulty. In other words, in the midst of this difficulty, several people were still shocked in their hearts.

It's hard to believe that this is still something written by a child. Yao Silian picked up Du He's poem and said to a few people: "This poem, I'm afraid that many people under this bottom can't make it." Alas, I really underestimated this Luo Yan. It's just that, after all, Pang Wenlin was finished before Du He, how should this level be judged. ”

After listening to Yao Silian's words, Huang Xizong also nodded, and said in response: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't believe that it was written by a child." Alas, old, old. As for Yu Shinan and Guo Yushen, they also kept nodding, but they stopped talking.

Seeing that several people were like this, Jiang Enshi said: "This Pang Wenlin's writing is also good. When we comment on poetry today, we must put aside the age and family background of the person who wrote the poem, otherwise with these preconceived factors, I am afraid that it will be a little unfair to Pang Wenlin. ”

This is obviously a bit of a biased meaning, but it is true that Jiang Enshi is right, and Yao Silian and the others can't refute it, so they nodded helplessly and said: "That's true, Pang Wenlin's poems are also of the highest grade regardless of anything else." I think so, this time, it would be better to set the result like this. Don't let Pang Wenlin suffer. ”

Yao's proposal quickly won approval.

Taking out the two manuscripts of the poem, Yao Silian read: "This is Pang Wenlin's."

Sweep the sycamore leaves at night, and empty boudoir locks in late autumn.

Turn over the lovesick knot, but you want to send it but you are ashamed.

Sijun did not see you, and repented and looked for the marquis.

The word was attached to the blue bird, and it was also sent to Qinqiu. ”

The boudoir greeting is quite obvious, and the meaning is also excellent, so after reading it, Yao Silian said the comments that had just been discussed, and then told everyone: "This poem is in the middle and upper part of the commentary." ”

Although I know that in the hands of these old gentlemen, there will not be any poems that will be regarded as high-quality, but at the moment, I have only been rated as middle and upper, and many people below still sighed: "These great Confucian poems are different, such poems, they are actually worthy of being in the middle and upper." I think that Duhe's poems are going to be rated as lower or lower. ”

Before these people finished discussing, Yao Silian picked up another piece of paper and said, "This is Du He's."

Qingqing Mo is on the mulberry, and the willows on the edge of the city are curling.

If you want to tie the carved saddle, it is difficult to leave your husband.

The swallow enters the curtain, and the wind urges the boat.

Give Jun Qingluo fan, acacia with water. ”

After reading it, regardless of the exclamations of the crowd, he said: "This poem, middle and upper." ”

This result made everyone a little stunned, and the two actually tied on the quality of the poem. Moreover, it was still under the condition that Pang Wenlin took the lead. It's just scary.

Without waiting for everyone to finish talking, Yao Silian announced: "In this round of competition, although Pang Wenlin finished writing first, he has the advantage of solving the question after all. Therefore, we waited for the discussion, and the two offset, and the two tied this round. ”

This unexpected result stunned everyone. It was Luo Yan, who also stared at Du He at this time, and he didn't expect that this kid was unconsciously a little beyond his imagination.

When Qu Tuquan and the gang heard Yao Silian's words, they cheered loudly, and then stepped forward, surrounded Du He and Luo Yan, and said in a loud voice: "Du Er, this time you did a beautiful job. In the next round, when we come up with a question, we must make a difficult mistake and win the one surnamed Pang. It's so relieving today, hahaha, isn't he boasting very well on weekdays, he didn't even win Du Er today, look at how he brags in the future. ”

Then he promised repeatedly: "As long as you don't lose today, whether you go to Hualiudi or go to the natural residence in the future, I will definitely take you with me every time." Feeling that this promise was not very enjoyable, Qu Tuquan said again: "In the future, if you see anyone who is not pleasing to the eye, just tell me, brother, I will definitely take someone to beat him well." At this moment, the habit of being a little second came back and made the others laugh for a while.

There is no shortage of ridicule next to him: "If he doesn't like you, what will you do?" ”

Qu Tuquan didn't think about it and said: "Then I will slap myself twice, and I will still be a good brother in the future." When these words came out, they caused another burst of laughter. (To be continued.) )