In the unitary time, Chang'an City is already full of lights. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info stood in front of Zhu Ge, looking at the crowd still crowded downstairs, Luo Yan sighed lightly: "Today's competition has attracted the attention of the entire Chang'an. Alas, I really don't know if the end is already doomed when it is known, and I will become the rat crossing the street. ”

Just as the others were about to come over to comfort Luo Yan, there was a sudden knock on the door. Accompanied by a hurried "clang" sound, it was the shopkeeper's shout: "Dr. Luo, the hour has come." You and Du Erlang, as well as all the little grandfathers, come out. At this time, Pang Wenlin and all the celebrities also came to Datang. Before the competition began, Dr. Luo had better go and meet first. ”

Hearing what the shopkeeper said, Luo Yan turned around and said to everyone with a calm face: "Okay, everyone, I'll go to meet the other protagonist tonight first." And those reviews. As he spoke, he was already walking towards the door.

Seeing that Luo Yan had almost regained his calm, although he knew that no one could be calm at the moment, but the leader had already gone out, and he couldn't stay like this. The two people, led by Changsun Chong and Qu Tuquan, hugged Du He and walked out of the room in an orderly manner with a group of young people.

Luo Yan arrived in the lobby one step ahead of everyone else. I saw a few scribes in the hall who were not young, all wearing brocade robes, were talking to Pang Fengcheng's father and son at this moment. Seeing Luo Yan coming, Pang and his son were a little rebellious, and said to the scribes: "Oh, this is that Luo Yan." After speaking, he said to Luo Yan: "The surname is Luo, these are the judges tonight." Why don't you come and see you yet? ”

Luo Yan only cared about Du He some time ago, how did he know that this review was also set early at this moment. At the moment, he just arched his hand and said: "Pang Shilang, this review should not be decided after you and I have agreed. I don't know who these names are, how they can be judged tonight. ”

This Pang Fengcheng just snorted coldly, but the scribes didn't follow it. As soon as Luo Yan's words fell, someone stepped forward and said, "I have long heard that you Luo Yan is proud of your talents, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." In Xia Pu Shanxiu, thanks to the high praise of the poetry circle, it is a show for the Jiangnan poetry circle. The man who spoke also looked to be in his early forties, with a dignified appearance, and he also looked like a romantic figure.

"I don't know when this name came out, if it's been nearly ten years, why I'm also from Jiangnan, but I've never heard of it. If it was ten years ago, not to mention the changes of time, with such a name, how did you escape the butcher's knife of the tyrant Yang Guang. ”

The man said this with a look of anger and trepidation.

But why? I think that Yang Guang boasted that he was the world's best martial arts and literary talent in the world, and there were several people who were higher than him, but they were all killed by him for various reasons. What is left is what Yang Guang can't even look down on. Therefore, whether it is ten years ago or the past ten years, what Luo Yan said actually means the same thing: What qualifications do you have to talk to me as a guy like you, who sells your reputation and reputation.

This person was speechless by Luo Yan's words, so he could only retreat stupidly.

However, the few people in front of him thought that they had already been found in this Pang Feng City, and Pu Shanxiu retreated, but another person came up. The same brocade robe, worn on this person, does not show the slightest bit of wealth. If you have to describe it, it is the old farmer who has been working for many years and has been pulled to put on such a piece. This man came forward and didn't tell who he was, so he said, "Dr. Luo has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and he is famous all over the world. When I saw it today, I realized that the rumors were true. ”

This is hurtful, where does Luo Yan have any good feelings. "Who is Your Excellency? With only a few words from Your Excellency, Luo Yan is ashamed of himself. Taking advantage of the large number of people today, I will give up this sharp-tongued name to Your Excellency. It will not let such a famous pearl be secretly invested. ”

Luo Yan, who opened his mouth, was unstoppable at the moment, and this person didn't even dare to say his name, so he retreated by himself.

The next one who came up was even more annoying, and opened his mouth to say: "A certain is Jiang Enshi, and I have been in the poetry world for decades, and I have never seen such an arrogant person as Dr. Luo." In any case, both of them are taller than Dr. Luo in terms of age and talent. Even if he speaks a little poorly, he shouldn't be robbed like this by Dr. Luo. I also hope that Dr. Luo will cultivate more morality in the future, and I think that in ten years, this poetry world will be the world you are waiting for. ”

The words are quite beautiful, but this kind of preaching and relying on the old to sell the old, how awkward Luo Yan listens. In desperation, Luo Yan could only say: "Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Jiang, I grew up listening to your poems." ”

In the ears of others, these words are extremely polite, but only among the young people who are very hypocritical with Luo Yan can they know what it means. Therefore, as soon as these words came out, both sides were laughing, one side was a slightly smug smile, and the other side was a somewhat derogatory ridicule. Pang Fengcheng looked at the young men opposite and smiled unclearly, so he could only step forward and pull this Jiang Enshi back.

It was the last one, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with slightly shabby shoes on his feet, a clear face, and a thin body, which was very different from the Ponzi people. stepped forward, looked at Luo Yan with vicissitudes of life, and then said: "Old Huang Xizong, he was also good at poetry when he was young, and I heard that Luo Xiaoyou proposed the innovation of poetry style a few years ago, and I was quite interested. I heard that you are going to have a competition today, so I came to join in the fun. ”

Among the few people I have seen, only this old man makes Luo Yan feel more comfortable. Therefore, he put away his arrogance, bowed to the old man, and said: "It's just that it's not young and vigorous for a while, that's why there is such a competition." It was this meeting that made the old gentleman smile. ”

Huang Xizong waved his hand and said, "What's this, when the old man was young, he also learned from that ranger, and he fought with people if he didn't agree with him." It's good that you're waiting. Hahaha. After that, he didn't say any more, took a few steps back, and stood where he was.

The two sides did not agree on this matter in the review. Luo Yan and Pang Wenlin can only fight again at this time. And at this moment, these people behind Luo Yan also called up a lot of scribes and scholars. Just as he was hesitating, suddenly there was an exclamation from the top of the stairs: "Everyone, get out of the way, a few scholars from the Hongwen Pavilion are here." This finally gave Luo Yan inspiration.

The crowd split into a road, and walked into the lobby of the formal Yao Silian and the bachelors. Luo Yan stepped forward to greet a few people, and a few people were polite to that Pang Fengcheng, and then stood on the top to see the movements of the two sides.

"I'm not going to mess around. Everyone knows that I am a little hypocritical with the scholars in the Hongwen Pavilion, so today, you invite two of these scholars, and I invite two of the people you find. The remaining one was to ask for one of the onlookers. I don't know what you think? Luo Yan said to Pang Fengcheng.

Although it was seriously different from what he expected, Luo Yan's method at this time was already the most reasonable. If he continues to entangle, I am afraid that he will suffer even more at that time, so Pang Fengcheng agreed after thinking about it.

In the end, Luo Yan chose Huang Xizong and Jiang Enshi, while Pang Fengcheng chose Yao Silian and Yu Shinan. As for the crowd of onlookers, a scribe named Guo Yushen was elected, who is said to be a master of poetry in the Gyeonggi generation.

In this way, the judges were selected in the fairest way, and the official competition began.

After a few judges sat on the upper seat, Luo Yan took Du He to sit opposite the father and son of Na Pang Fengcheng.

"In this first game, who will come out first?"

You or me first, this is a question, and in the end, the eyes of both sides are still fixed on the judges. A few people discussed a few words in a low voice, and Yao Silian said: "Since it was Pang Wenlin who proposed it first at this time, then he will make the first round of questions." ”

As soon as this result was announced, the onlookers moved their eyes to Pang Wenlin. This first round is important, but it's not very important, after all, there are three rounds of competition. But it's not important, but it's also quite important. The person who came up with the question first must have prepared and prepared the draft in advance, and it must be quite advantageous at this moment. In this way, it will inevitably affect the mood of the opponent.

I saw Pang Wenlin showing surprise at this moment, and he didn't wait for Pang Fengcheng to express his position, he stood up and bowed to the judges, and then said to Luo Yan: "The title of this first scene, the five-word boudoir poem, restricts You Yun. ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd of onlookers shouted and cursed.

It's also too insidious, you ask a nine-year-old to write boudoir poems, and you limit the rhyme. Is there anything more shameless than that?

"This idea is really a bit shady, how can the little child know about this boudoir. This Luo Yan is also looking for death by himself, and he himself stipulated that he was not allowed to bring rhyme books. Alas, I see, this first competition doesn't need to be compared at all, and it is directly against the huge admit of defeat. ”

"Yes, there is a time limit for composing poetry like this. It is said that the Pang family had collected a lot of poems with a lot of money earlier, and they had already memorized it at this time. I see, this Luo Yan wants to win, it's difficult. Fortunately, I pressed him to lose. ”

"Dude is clever. The younger brother pressed 300 Wen, one to two, what about you? ”

"Be polite, press one or two, one to three."

"That guy made a fortune this time."

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Luo Yan turned his head and asked Du He: "How is it, can you write it?" If you can't, throw in the towel. "Luo Yanke doesn't mean ghostwriting at all, anyway, there are still two competitions, and if you lose in the first round, you will lose, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Who knew that Du He tilted his head and thought about it, nodded and said: "This poem, I can write, I read the boudoir poems in those two hundred poems some time ago." Thinking that with the prosodic limit, it is nothing more than a piling of words. Luo Yan was surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect Du He to have this confidence. Touching Du He's head, Luo Yan said: "Since this is the case, then there is no need to keep your hands, how much ability you can have, you can make it out." Don't care what your grandfather said that day, just write. ”

After hearing this, Du He smiled slightly, and then picked up the pen and wrote on the paper. (To be continued.) )