Some people handed it in one after another, and several gentlemen in the county school also looked at it one by one.

The students below waited nervously for the results, and no one dared to disturb the old men judging the poems at this time.

It seemed that even the insects and birds next to him were infected by this tense atmosphere, so they didn't make a sound, and for a while, the whole courtyard could be heard of needles falling.

Among the students, there are those who are staring at the judges with their eyes, and there are those who are indifferent.

After a long time, an old man suddenly held a piece of paper and said with a smile: "The old man looks at this poem is not bad, please judge: the golden wind is in the autumn of the Qinyuan Festival, and a new cool and sorrowful pillow." The bricks are chirping, the cicadas are chirping, the tall trees are chirping. It has never been like a mayfly, but it may not be human. Writing poems is empty, and the clouds and light rain are all over the city tower - how? ”

After the scholar finished reading, he saw that the face of the student below suddenly showed a happy face, which must have been his poem.

"Not bad. The old man also found a poem, everyone listen: a gust of frost wind bullying the pen, a few lines of heart words trapped in the building. Don't listen to the geese chasing the clouds, but pity the cold cicada to spend the bitter autumn. ”

"Yes, it's still on top of the previous one." The old man at the top nodded and said.

Several professors of the county school picked out the poems they thought were better and read them one by one.

Those who read the poems were invited into their seats and sat down on the empty seats.

"The canal water is red and hugs the royal wall, and the wind is petite and the leaves learn to make up. The curtain is young and old several times, and it can be locked for thousands of years...... Hey! Who did it? The middle-aged squinting poet suddenly raised his head from the pile of papers and asked: "This poem is from the spring scene of the palace maid, but it is immediately associated with the face of the palace maid, and the encounter of the palace maid who locks the deep palace for a long time." From the real to the virtual, to the small to see the big, off the cliché, different from today's palace grievance poems. But it is bright and beautiful, and the words are gorgeous, whether it is the technique or the idea, it is much higher than other poems, and the end of the masterpiece is also! ”

Zhang Ji stood up, took the piece of paper, and pressed it tightly on his face, and was about to put the paper on his face, when he glared at him fiercely again, and said, "Li He? Who is Li He, I look forward to seeing you here! ”

Wei Renshi smiled, pushed Li He, and pushed him out.

Li He tidied up his clothes, stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Student Li He, meet Fang Xuezheng, meet all gentlemen." ”

There was a loud noise around, all surprised that the person who wrote this poem turned out to be a young man!

Zhang Ji was also taken aback, leaned forward, opened his eyes wide, squinted his eyes again, looked hard, and said, "This ...... You're ...... This poem was written by your own hand? ”

Fang Xuezheng also frowned on the side and said, "If someone else does it for you to make up the number, it won't work." ”

Li He shook his head and said, "It's indeed the student's doing. It's just not today, but a few months ago in Luoyang City. ”

"Wait...... Your name is Li He, could it be the word Changji? Another professor next to him suddenly stood up and asked.

"It's the students." Li He nodded: "My father died early, so he gave the word early when he died." ”

"It's you!" The professor smiled: "I have long heard that Changgu has a prodigy, surnamed Li Changji. It seems to be true. ”

"Students are ashamed." Li He saluted again.

Fang Xuezheng looked at the professor, and then said to Li He, "In this case, let's take a seat first." Exactly how, we will see later. ”

Li He saluted again, walked to the front of the empty seat, looked back at Wei Renshi, smiled, and sat down.

Seeing Li He sit down, several people in the pavilion sat back again.

As soon as he sat down, the Zhang Ji bounced up again, holding another piece of paper in his hand, and shouted, "Which one is Wei Renshi?" I look forward to seeing you here! ”

Wei Renshi walked out, raised his hand and saluted, and said, "Student Wei Renshi, meet all gentlemen." ”

There was another uproar at the moment, and several people in the pavilion were even more stunned. I secretly said in my heart that they are all teenagers!

"Uh...... You ......" Zhang Ji looked at Wei Renshi, then at the paper in his hand, and said with a confused face: "Why is he a young man again?" ”

Fang Xuezheng got up and took the piece of paper from Zhang Ji's hand, and read: "Go to two or three miles, four or five houses in Yan Village." There are six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers...... This, this is also what you did with your own hands? ”

"I wrote it myself." Wei Renshi replied.

Fang Xuezheng looked at Zhang Ji, but saw Zhang Jixi and said: "This poem starts with one word, two, three, four, five, six and seven are embedded in the sentence, and eighty or ninety return to the beginning of the sentence, with one to ten, blending with roads, smoke, villages, pavilions, and flowers." With just a few strokes and a few simple words, he sketches a mountain village scene, with a natural blend of sound, painting and meaning, vivid and subtle, natural and appropriate. It makes people read it, and suddenly feel that it is colorful and interesting, and there is a sense of returning to the basics! This...... Is this really written by a teenager of yours? Certain...... I'm going to test you! ”

Wei Renshi was stunned for a moment, and pointed at Li He: "Why don't you test him?" ”

Listening to Mr. Dong, he is known as a prodigy, and it is not surprising that he wants to make such poems. But you ......" Zhang Ji pointed at Wei Renshi and said: "This poem has a sense of returning to the basics, it really doesn't look like a young man did it." If you can verify that it was really you who did it, I would like to apologize to you. ”

"Mr. Zhang doesn't know that Brother Renshi has always been extremely talented, and he is even more than the students. It's just that Brother Renshi has always been low-key and doesn't care about false names, so he doesn't show it. This poem is definitely written by Renshi himself, and the students dare to guarantee it! Li He hurriedly stood up and said to Zhang Ji.

"Well......" Zhang Ji listened to Li He's words, lowered his head and thought about it, and said: "The feeling of Fang Pu's return to the truth in this poem is like that written by a person who has read all the world, and it really doesn't seem like a young man can have. A certain still has to take the school to take the school. If you can make another song on the spot with that number here, you will believe that it was indeed you and apologize to you. ”

At that moment, there were a few laughs around, as if they were watching Wei Renshi's jokes.

Wei Renshi was helpless, he didn't want to do it again, but he didn't want to fall into the jokes of the people around him. So he thought about it and said, "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces......"

And the people stopped laughing, but pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Five, six, seven, eight." Wei Renshi continued.

Then someone started snickering.

Wei Renshi also ignored it, and said: "Thousands of pieces, countless pieces......"

"It's called poetry, too?" Someone shouted from nowhere, and a few echoes followed.

Wei Renshi didn't care, but said again: "Flying into the plum blossoms, I don't see it." ”

The laughter around came to an abrupt end.

For a long time, there were a few more gasps of "hiss".

Everyone looked at Wei Renshi with the same look as if they had seen a monster.

Wei Renshi groaned four sentences, raised his eyes to look around, suddenly stretched out his arm, pointed to the surrounding bamboo forest and said, "It's not quite the right time, come back again." One, two, three bamboo poles, four, five or six bamboo leaves. Naturally faint and sparse, why overlap. ”

After reading it, Wei Renshi raised his hand towards the pavilion and said, "The student has retired." ”

So saying, he turned and walked away.

"Renshi!" Li He saw that Wei Renshi had left directly, and he didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly got up and saluted the pavilion, and said, "A few gentlemen forgive their sins!" ”

After speaking, he grabbed the old bag and hurriedly chased it out.

"Thousands of pieces of snow fall in the cold, flying into the plum blossoms and nowhere to be found...... And so it was! One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces. Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are always gone! Image! Suitable! Zhang Ji stood in the pavilion in a daze, muttering in his mouth: "Nature is light and sparse, why overlap and overlap...... Naturally faint and sparse, why overlap! ”

After a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said loudly: "Not good! I'm wrong! ”