At the signal of Li Laoer, the sergeant lent the knife to Wei Shuyu. Wei Shuyu held a knife in his right hand, a pencil on his left and right, and then began to sharpen the pencil.

This force, Wei Shuyu thinks that he is still relatively successful. Because with his movements, everyone's eyes were once again focused on him.

This is the effect, since the poems are destined to shine, why not improve the quality of the whole process!

After sharpening the pencil, Wei Shuyu returned to the table and began to write.

"Hahaha, what do I see? What did you do with the Forbidden Army Sabre? ”

"Big brother, what are you doing?"

"Brother Xian, no, no, no, what is my brother doing? I knew that I should have stuffed him with the poetry manuscript paper no matter what. ”

"Wei Shuyu seems to have given up on the game."

The reactions of the young people were different, and the ministers on the high platform also talked about it. It is still a picture of Li Chunfeng dressed as a Taoist priest, which solved everyone's doubts.

"The pen he used to write was probably made of charcoal. has the ability to write, this kid is really good and fake, I can't do it! ”

"Is this kid so powerful?" Wei Chi Jingde was a little hard to believe that the baby who called himself Uncle Wei Chi could get such a high evaluation from Li Chunfeng.

"Maybe he should be able to reach a height that no one can reach when he is my age!" Li Chunfeng said with some uncertainty.

"Deng Guogong, Shu Yuxian's nephew hasn't married yet!" An official said to Wei Zheng, listening to this tone, is he planning to tell Wei Shuyu about his family?

"Never!"

"That's good! That's good! The officer laughed.

This is a little hurtful in Wei Zheng's ears, and it has become a good thing in your eyes that my eldest man did not marry?

Wei Shuyu has a son, but his health has become worse and worse in recent years, and he still has regrets in his heart, that is, he did not hold his grandson.

Is this man cursing the old man? Wei Zheng didn't expect another aspect.

"It's time! Everyone's stopped! Kong Yingda shouted.

The palace maid who was guarding the side took everyone's answer sheet in response, and then handed it to Kong Yingda. The teenagers who handed in the papers gathered in groups at this time, discussing the poems they had written, and after a while, it turned into a vegetable market, which was very lively!

Cheng Chumo walked to Wei Shuyu with a young man, and then introduced Wei Shuyu, "Shuyu, this is my Huaidao brother. ”

"Brother Qin!" Wei Shuyu hugged his fists, this young man with extraordinary demeanor should be Qin Qiong's eldest son Qin Huaidao, Wei Shuyu hurriedly saluted.

"Brother Wei!" Qin Huaidao returned the salute with his fists.

"Okay, okay, what's the difference between you two and Old Man Kong like this? Shuyu, let me ask you, have you written a good poem? ”

Cheng Chumo still cared more about Wei Shuyu, he copied the poem early, and then observed that Wei Shuyu had been sitting on the chair, motionless. At that time, I regretted not insisting on stuffing the manuscript paper to Wei Shuyu.

In his heart, Wei Shuyu has no connection with poetry or anything. And with his own head, Wei Shuyu, he can't make any good poems even if he wants to break it.

"Brother Cheng, Brother Wei's expression should be able to tell you the answer." Qin Huaidao said to Cheng Chumo.

In his opinion, Wei Shuyu is obviously full of confidence in the poems he wrote. And knowing from Cheng Chumo's mouth that Wei Shuyu couldn't write poetry, this made Qin Huaidao a little puzzled. But when they first met, Qin Huaidao would not speak as casually as Cheng Chumo.

"What Brother Qin said is extremely true!" Wei Shuyu nodded.

This kung fu, Wei Shuyu's second brother Wei Shuyu also ran to Wei Shuyu's side and asked how the poem written by his eldest brother was, what was it?

"You'll find out later!" Wei Shuyu kept it secret and did not want to deal with a few people for the time being.

On the high platform, Kong Yingda and the members of the Guozijian made a cross-evaluation of the poems of these dozens of people, and then reported the results to Emperor Li Laoer.

"Huh? Good poetry! This is written by Wei Shuyu? Li Lao Er picked up the exam paper and looked at it, and asked with some uncertainty when he saw one of the poems.

He really couldn't imagine that Wei Shuyu, a kid, had no less attainments in poetry than his hundred skills.

"Did I really look away?" Li Lao Er is not only the first emperor of the ages, but also in poetry, his attainments are not shallow, and he can see at a glance that this poem is not ordinary.

"Let's take a look!" Li Lao Er handed the answer sheet in his hand to Wei Zheng, and everyone gathered around and looked at it carefully.

"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. ”

"The poem is written plainly, fresh and natural, so natural that it is almost colloquial. But the plain poem is full of spring, and it is early spring! The eldest grandson Wuji exclaimed.

"I like the sentence 'The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass is close but there is nothing'. Imagine that the avenue of Chang'an is drizzling, as fine and moist as ghee, and the grass is vaguely connected from a distance, but when you really get closer and distinguish it carefully, it looks sparse and scattered, as if it is gone. He didn't see the magnificent palaces and pavilions, but only the insignificant grass on the ground. It's rare, it's rare! Chu Suiliang praised.

"He likened the light rain in spring to ghee, and the grass in early spring, although hazy from a distance, is a very light and very light green and green, and when he gets closer, he can hardly see a small grass, because the grass that forms a green color is the young shoots of sparse and extremely slender grass, and the green grass is seen from afar, but the green grass cannot be seen when you look closely."

"This is the result of observing life, and only those who love life and nature can observe these details in detail, and it is possible to describe and express the grass color of early spring so accurately."

"'The most is the benefit of the spring of the year, and it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.' This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the time when the city is full of green willows. After the author admired the scenery of early spring, he thought that this kind of early spring scenery is more pleasing than the late spring when the city is full of smoke and willows and flowers are in full bloom, why do you have such an idea, because the grass in early spring, although sparse, but full of water, although these tender grasses are very small, but they are the messengers of spring, they symbolize the return of spring to the earth, symbolize the renewal of Vientiane, symbolize life and hope. ”

"I just want to know, which kid wrote this?" Cheng Yanjin interrupted everyone's chattering discussion, he couldn't understand, but he saw the high praise in everyone's expressions, who he cared about now!

"Well, this son is very talented! Why did Your Majesty withhold this person's name? A military general asked.

"I was also inspired by this poem. The second son is observant of life and is meticulous and abnormal. I cut out his name to see if the Zhongqing family can find the master! ”

Li Lao Er was very interested today, and he was playful for a while, which made everyone happy......