"Good, good, good praise plum, no matter what Yan Ziqing's character is, this poem can be regarded as a masterpiece. Brother Zhou, the twenty-eight characters in this praise plum include severe winter and heat, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the end of this cold plum life, it is really a masterpiece of praise and plum. ”

"Well, yes, this Yan Ziqing's ten-year book has not been read in vain, and he is quite accomplished in poetry." The man surnamed Zhou echoed.

This poem is good, and it is also a good work among the poems of praise things, and there are overlapping words in each of these poems. The first sentence of the ice and snow pressure branches is stronger, the toughness of the plum tree, and the second sentence of the frost knife carved flowers is more beautiful to express the pride of the plum blossom. ”

And these three or four sentences have gone through the three cold and cold fragrant stamen, and the bitter spring is full of spring. It is also full of the agility of plum blossoms, among which the so-called "three colds" refer to the cold of spring, the cold of May and the cold of autumn. Said that the time change but did not mention, the four seasons of the year are in this third sentence, the last four sentences are used to point the topic, directly enhance the plum tree and plum blossom energy. Therefore, according to the old man's humble opinion, the score is the next work. ”

After Kong Zhichong finished the evaluation with a smile, he directly announced the results, but it was beyond most people's expectations.

"What, the rating is the next work. The next work, this Yan Ziqing is afraid that his reputation will be ruined. Because of this one, a violent quarrel broke out directly among the people below.

There are also Yan Ziqing's friends for many years, who are indignant, and they even shouted loudly.

"Such a praise for Mei masterpieces, even only give the next evaluation, it's just a random rating, this way, isn't it bullying my students in Huile County."

This person is also very skillful in speaking, knowing that he is a rising bird, but in his words, he is talking about the students of Huile County, and directly pulls the students into his camp.

Kong Zhichong inspected everyone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and after he finished speaking, he would naturally expect this situation to happen, so he didn't say anything at this time, waiting for everyone's questioning.

The first person to ask the question was Yan Ziqing, others didn't know that they knew the topic in advance, but Kong Lao was clear, he spent his own thoughts, and he didn't sleep for three days, and made this poem specially, how could this happen, Yan Ziqing himself would not believe it anyway.

Something must have gone wrong.

Especially at this time, Li Zisheng was sitting there calmly, and Yan Ziqing was even more angry.

"Old Kong, is there something wrong, what's wrong with my poem, why is it just a comment, and I don't accept it later." Yan Ziqing's words were righteous, as if he had been wronged.

This grievance directly made Yan Ziqing forget his identity and inferiority, and at this time, he dared to directly question Master Kong Zhichong. In this way, I got a little carried away.

It's okay for others to question it, but as a participant, it's a bit out of bounds.

Kong Zhichong glanced at Yan Ziqing.

"Things are not things, love is love, this is the simplest lyrical technique of borrowing things, but your poems are full of words, but there is no expression of their own emotions, this is the first, the second is love, look at your poems without emotion at all, the above two points, the next work has been highly rated."

As soon as Kong Zhichong finished explaining, Yan Ziqing's face was gray. Since ancient times, literati have been light, but this lightness refers to the peers, but if the elders say that your literary style and reputation are not good, it has become a bubble to gain a foothold in the literary world.

Yan Ziqing didn't understand and didn't understand, someone told him the night before yesterday that he won, but he could make steady progress, if he loses this time, he will have no chance to get a career for life, why? What is so special about the eight-year-old Li Zisheng on the other side, it deserves to be so.

However, although he has won this next work, if this Li Zisheng is the same as himself, he will not lose, so although his face is pale at this time, there is still a trace of luck in his heart.

Li Zisheng sat in his position calmly, so much so that he didn't care about the final result, even if he heard that Yan Ziqing got the next rating, he didn't attract Li Zisheng's attention. I just wondered why it was.

This Yan Ziqing is a little too out of shape, this test is too abrupt, even if he loses, what if he wins. It's okay if it's profitable on himself, but he is an eight-year-old child with no long things, and even his literary name is spread by his mentor Cheng Zhongliang. Why?

Li Zisheng was puzzled there, and the more he thought about it, the more strange it became, in short, after he came to this county school, everything was very strange.

"Okay, let's evaluate Li Zisheng's poems below." Kong Zhichong's voice directly overshadowed the noise of everyone present.

Li Zisheng also put his complicated thoughts behind him first, and quietly waited for everyone's comments, after all, no matter what was behind it this time, it was still an opportunity for him to spread his name, Li Zisheng would not care, with why his eight-year-old child had such a smart wisdom.

Because Li Zisheng knew that Li Baiwen was five years old when his fame spread far and wide, and he was too late when he was eight years old. In this Datang, he is not a genius.

Li Zisheng's rice paper was directly tiled and later hung on the wooden wall.

Kong Zhichong was the closest, so he read it silently first. At this time, Kong Zhichong stood in front of the rice paper, and everyone in the audience could only see Kong Lao's back, but could not see the specific content on the rice paper.

The world passed bit by bit, and the old master Confucius stood in front of Li Zisheng's poems with two cups of tea, and everyone in the audience was a little impatient to wait, but the person who blocked it was Master Kong Zhichong, and he didn't dare to say anything.

"General Zhou, what's going on? Why is this the case? A man in a pale yellow robe in the attic commanded the people around him.

"Director, why is Old Master Kong like this?" After speaking, his hand also pointed to the attic.

The director was also strange, but he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't dare to affect Kong Zhichong, but at this moment, the figure above the attic actually personally sent General Qianniuwei to find him, even if he was blamed by Confucius, he had to remind Kong Zhichong, otherwise there would be a big disaster in Huile Academy.

Li Zisheng naturally also discovered Kong Zhichong's vision, but Li Zisheng was very calm in his heart, if there was no change in this Kong Zhichong, Li Zisheng would not believe it if he was killed, and the poem he chose has been passed down through the ages.

Since this examination is already known to everyone, there is no need for them to keep it, so let them know their abilities and give themselves a great improvement in their literary name, especially the person who just went to the supervisor, the status is extremely high, even the director of the academy is very humble to him.