After Miss Ruoyun finished playing, she took out a paper scroll from the box brought by the turtle Gong again, and everyone knew that this was the topic of this round of poetry meeting.

The middle-aged man opened the paper scroll and showed it to the crowd. Everyone knows that "Bright Moon" is the title of this round.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Bright moon, according to my hometown, I hope that all of you talents can have more amazing masterpieces in this round, the rules are the same as the previous round, let's start now." ”

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, Xiao Rui stood up, and finally let Chu Ze be in the limelight in the last round, and Xiao Rui still planned to take the lead in this round and overwhelm Chu Ze in momentum.

Xiao Rui's plan is very good, but the sky is not beautiful, and what he met today is a Chu Ze who has countless poems in his heart.

The struggle between literati is mostly decided by poetry and songs, and it is not so easy to make a poem, and a good poem can only be made by looking at emotions and other factors, not casually.

In fact, most of the things that can be made casually are just ordinary poems, and it is almost impossible to pass them down through the ages.

However, it is precisely because of this that it is easier to distinguish between high and low in poems made casually.

Xiao Rui got up and stood up, walked a few steps slowly, and stopped when he reached the sixth step.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he chanted, "The stars are lined up, the night is bright and deep, and the lonely lamp and moon are not sinking." The consummation of brilliance is not polished, and it is my heart to hang in the blue sky. ”

It can be seen that this Xiao Rui is still quite literary, but this Yongyue poem is much more clever than the previous poem about wine, and it is also more realistic and meaningful, Chu Ze secretly praised in his heart, this person seems to have put some effort into it.

"Good! It's wonderful, good! Changsun Chong was the first to open his mouth and praise, but he couldn't think of any other words when he searched his stomach and scraped his stomach, so he could only say yes without listening.

"Xiao Gongzi is talented, I will also have a ......"

A white-faced scholar seemed to have some talent, so he took the next one.

……

The last few poems are a little biased, the level is average, and several students have finished reciting them. Xiao Rui probably felt that his poem was good, and he couldn't wait to find a place in Chu Ze.

Staring at Chu Ze for a while, seeing that Chu Ze had no intention of stepping forward to compose a poem, Xiao Rui said in a weird manner, "Someone shouldn't make Qian donkey skills poor, right?" ”

"If you can't do it, get out of here, don't be embarrassed here!" The eldest grandson shouted loudly to the side.

"Since you are so anxious to be slapped in the face, then I will do what you want." Chu Ze slowly walked to the front with the wine glass in his hand.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail. The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen. Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

When a faint and indifferent voice sounded with a little sadness, a little melancholy, and a faint and indifferent voice, the hall was quiet.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower? Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned. At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month. The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home. The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward. The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”

The wonderful verses combined with Chu Ze's magnetic voice, after slowly reciting, the hall seemed to be suddenly drained of the air at this time, and everyone's mouths were wide open, looking at Chu Ze with an incredible expression.

For everyone's reaction, Chu Ze was not surprised, this "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is known as a masterpiece of the Tang Dynasty through the ages, spring, river, flowers, moon, night, these five things embody the most moving beauty of life, constituting a wonderful artistic realm that is tempting to explore. At this time, such a poem will be taken out, and it will be easy to kill a group of talented people.

Kong Yingda was even more shocked when he heard this poem, and shouted loudly: "Quick, record it for me, the old man has to appreciate it." ”

"What a poem!" After a long time of aftertaste, Mr. Donglin opened his eyes, took a sip of wine, and praised it.

"Good poetry indeed!" Mr. Yuhe nodded with deep feeling and said excitedly. After deeply reminiscing about that artistic conception, he said unsatisfactorily: "It seems that such a masterpiece has not appeared for many years, right?" ”

Hearing this, Kong Yingda shook his head with a smile, turned his head as if he had realized something, and looked at Chu Ze, who was drinking with a wine glass and a calm expression like water, and was shocked in his heart.

Turning his head, he looked at Mr. Yuhe fixedly, and said word by word: "It's not that it hasn't appeared for a long time, it's never appeared!" ”

After a pause, Kong Yingda said loudly: "Yangquan County has such a masterpiece, it is really my luck in the Tang Dynasty literary circle!" With this song alone, it already deserves everyone's title! ”

"Mr. Kong praised it falsely, everyone's title is ashamed of it"

Kong Yingda picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and sighed deeply: "This poem is a masterpiece of the ages, don't be humble in Yangquan County!" ”

Kong Yingda put down the wine glass in his hand, stroked his beard and continued: "Yangquan County's poetry is unparalleled, and it really deserves its reputation!" Ha ha! ”

Mr. Donglin nodded with a smile and recited a sentence, "Who first saw the moon on the riverside?" When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water! ”

Then he praised with great admiration: "A spring river flower moonlit night, Yangquan County can be called a generation of poetry masters!" Old decay admire! ”

Everyone heard that these two great Confucians of the time praised Chu Ze so much. It's not too surprising, after all, they can come to Cuiyuan Building to participate in the poetry meeting, and everyone naturally knows how to appreciate poetry. This first spring river flower moonlit night is indeed so praised

Therefore, hearing such praise, everyone may feel a little uncomfortable. But he still showed enough respect for Chu Ze. Everyone stepped forward one after another, clenching their fists to congratulate Chu Ze.

"Congratulations to Brother Tai for having such a masterpiece, it really makes me admire!"

"Congratulations to Yangquan County for being able to kiss Ruoyun girl Fangze..." and so on.

When Chu Ze finished reciting this poem, Xiao Rui knew that he had lost, and he lost very thoroughly, seeing everyone praising Chu Ze so much, Xiao Rui suddenly felt a nameless anger in his heart, stood up and walked towards the door, Gao Cheng and the others naturally hurriedly followed and walked towards the door.

"Remember our bet, the next time we see us going around! Haha..."Cheng Chuliang shouted loudly.

"Hahaha..."Chai Lingwu and the others laughed even harder.

Bursts of piercing laughter came into his ears, and Xiao Rui, who was walking in the front, stumbled and almost didn't fall to the ground, stabilizing his mind and walking faster.

"Young Master Chu, come with me." A maid-like girl walked up to Chu Ze and whispered.

Everyone also knew what was going on, and they kept coaxing on the side, and the whole hall was boiling.

Some applauded, some were annoyed, and some were annoyed that they couldn't make such a wonderful poem.

"Zhihe, let's go back."

In an inconspicuous corner of the hall, a woman dressed as a woman glanced in the direction where Chu Ze was, said lightly, and then turned to leave.