At the end of the song, the whole hall was still immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano, and even the beautiful woman stood up without noticing.

Half an hour later, I heard someone clapping in the hall. The crisp sound echoed through the hall very clearly. Then, there was a second, a third,......, and finally, the applause in the hall gradually became a piece.

All the talented people applauded one after another, and there was already a shout for the woman just now to perform another song. "Ruoyun girl, one more song!"

Chu Ze said: "It turns out that she is Ruoyun girl." ”

"How's that, beauty? Do you feel like you're having trouble breathing? Chai Lingwu on the side said cheaply.

"Huh"

Chu Ze smiled, "I didn't answer, covered with a light veil, where can I see the beauty?" If it's a back killer, it's a big deal," Chu Ze thought evilly.

"The little woman is not talented, and she is loved by the sons. I have the heart to play a song again, but today is the Poetry Club of Cuiyuan Building. Ruoyun doesn't dare to delay time, and I hope you will forgive me. A leisurely voice sounded from the stage, and Ruoyun said with a salute.

The crowd in the audience quieted down and stopped coaxing.

The middle-aged man from before turned his head and gestured. I saw a turtle boy walking up with a box covered with red cloth similar to the lottery box of later generations.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the title of this poem is in this box!" After seeing that almost all the talents in the audience were attracted by the box covered with red cloth, the middle-aged man smiled slightly and reached out to remove the red cloth covering the box.

"Next, Miss Ruoyun will draw the first question for you!" The middle-aged man waved his hand and let the turtle man with the wooden box walk towards the stage.

Ruoyun stretched out his hand and reached into the box and fumbled for a while, then withdrew his hand, took out the white paper scroll, and handed the scroll to the turtle prince.

After the middle-aged man opened the scroll and took a look, he smiled slightly, pulled the scroll apart, and displayed it in front of everyone.

"The first title of this poem is wine!"

After hearing this topic, the eyes of everyone in the audience lit up, and it was difficult to hide the excitement in their hearts.

For them, flowers before the moon, wine and delicacies are all things used to recite poetry in ordinary days. At this time, this Ruoyun pulled out the first question, which is their specialty.

How can the students not be excited?

Using wine to test yourself is simply a free gift!

Seeing the surprise of everyone in the audience, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Everyone, don't be busy and happy!" "In the past, Cao Zijian wrote poems in seven steps, and everyone in the world knew it. The poetry meeting of Cuiyuan Building also adopts the rule of seven steps to become a poem. Within seven steps, those who make poems can be promoted! If you go one step further, you have to be eliminated. ”

"Guys, do you know the rules?" The middle-aged man paused and looked at everyone.

"That's clear, let's get started!" The crowd replied impatiently.

"In that case, let's start, which talent will come first?"

Everyone in the audience, you look at me, I look at you, noisy, but no one stood up.

In the midst of everyone's noisy and noisy voices, a very thin young man, with a slightly rickety figure and a thin yellow face, walked out slowly.

"Can the students come first?" The student walked forward and respectfully saluted the referees on the stage, and his nervous voice trembled.

After Chai Lingwu's introduction, Chu Ze also knew who the referees on the stage were, the first old man with white hair was Mr. Donglin, a famous Confucian in the dynasty, and the other old man sitting next to him was Kong Yingda, the current Guozijian Siye, and the one on the far right was Mr. Yuhe from Jiangnan, whose reputation was slightly inferior in Chang'an, but he was also a famous Confucian in Jiangnan.

Chu Ze had to sigh, the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty is open, you have to put it in the future generations, one by one, the famous masters, the presidents of national key universities, let alone come to Qinglou, but they are ordinary people, you can't see them.

Kong Yingda, who was sitting in the middle, glanced at the young man, stroked his beard and nodded, and asked in a kind tone: "Did you hear the rules just now?" ”

"Yes, students... Students are clear! The boy shuddered for a moment and nodded.

"Well, that's fine!" Kong Yingda nodded with a smile, then stretched out his hand, pointed to a planned open space under the stage, and said to the young man: "Well, if you walk from that side to that side, within seven steps, you must make a poem about wine, and if you can't do it, you will be eliminated!" ”

"Students... Students get it! The boy nodded back. Because of nervousness, I stuttered a little.

"Let's get started."

In the midst of everyone's gloating or disdainful looks, the young man standing at the starting point reached out and patted his face, hesitantly taking the first step.

Step 1, Step 2...... The boy stopped abruptly after taking the sixth step. His eyes lit up, he turned his head, and said excitedly and loudly: "Sir, the student has it!" ”

"Say it!" Kong Yingda stroked his beard, smiled, stretched out his palm, and signaled that he could recite.

The young man coughed, took a deep breath and recited: Life is a hundred years old, and it is rare to get drunk a few times. How many glory and decay things are all in the luminous cup.

The boy appeared after reading this poem, and the contemptuous eyes around him gradually disappeared. Everyone looked at this poor student, and they had to admit in their hearts that this young man did have some talents.

Although this poem is not of the highest quality, it is rare to be the first to make a poem in such a tense atmosphere.

After reciting a poem, the young man was still not relieved, turned his head, and looked at the judges with an uneasy heart.

didn't let the young man wait long, Kong Yingda said, "Forget you," and the two gentlemen next to him nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the young man's poem had passed, everyone also came with confidence, and they were eager to try it one by one.

"The wine is big, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot. As long as there is affection, whatever you drink is wine...."

"Elimination!" Kong Yingda shouted loudly, this kind of poetry can also be regarded as a poem, which is simply insulting to readers.

Chu Ze is also happy, whatever you drink is wine, you drink cold water and try it to see if you can get drunk.

When such verses come out, the three judges naturally don't give it.

It has lasted for seven or eight, and no one has made a promotion poem.

"Chu Ze, you can get on." Cheng Chuliang on the side was a little anxious and said.

"Don't worry, wait first, let's see what Xiao Rui does." Chu Ze took a sip of wine and said lightly.

It didn't take long for Xiao Rui to walk out, and after nodding at a few referees, he thought for a moment and walked forward.

Xiao Rui stopped when he took the third step. raised his head, smiled confidently, and chanted, "The spring breeze asks me to groan, and the bright moon persuades me to drink." Before the drunk fall flowers, the heaven and the earth are pillows! ”

After chanting, Xiao Rui looked at everyone proudly, enjoying the praise of all talents.

"Hmph, who can compare to me Xiao Rui in Chang'an City in poetry? Chu Ze, the son of a farmer, just took advantage of my absence in Chang'an to show off a bit of literary talent, and he can be regarded as a poet with unparalleled talent, let him see what poetry is unparalleled today! Xiao Rui thought confidently in his heart.

This poem has appeared, and several people on the stage are suddenly shocked. Looking at Xiao Rui's gaze, he made no secret of surprise and shock.

Chu Ze in the back, after hearing this poem, was also slightly shocked in his heart. Raise your head and look at the confident teenager in front of you.

Oh, this Xiao Rui is a bit literary!