Jiang Kunyu's steady and confident appearance still haunted Li Xiangzhi's mind, which he never expected, he originally thought that he could win chess and poems and songs, after all, he was very well prepared for the poems (plagiarized properly), and the songs were also unique, as for wisdom and strength, it depends on luck, and it will not necessarily lose. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This disrupted his layout.

Li Xiangzhi shook his head and shook off his distracting thoughts, and he didn't need to try his pen on the central chess table, so he exchanged politeness with Wen Zhengming and did it on the case.

Li Xiangzhi and Wen Zhengming are both writing a poem of Ouyang Xiu's Linjiang Immortals. As soon as the incense stick was over, the two put the written paper scroll on the table in the middle, and Lu Xinshi couldn't wait to come and take a look, compare the works of the two sides, and then put it back again.

Li Xiangzhi suddenly realized in his heart: "It's too late, otherwise this dean's face would have been soothed." ”

At this time, Lu Fudan looked at it and said in surprise: "The calligraphy of Zhengming has indeed put a lot of effort into it, if it takes time, it will definitely surpass its predecessors, and it cannot be abandoned halfway." ”

Wen Zhengming said: "Students remember! ”

"The calligraphy is a little strange...... Lu Fudan said with a different color on his face: "Sometimes the pen flies, sometimes it ...... Unedged ......"

Li Xiangzhi's face turned red, he learned calligraphy in his previous life, but how can he compare with the students of the Ming Dynasty who rely on calligraphy to eat, that is, he practiced writing by himself in the Ming Dynasty for a few days, and later found that he naturally wrote a good hand, which was thanks to Li Yi's blessing. However, he didn't understand what Lu Fudan meant.

Lu Xinshi said: "Maybe it has something to do with Xiangzhi's illness." The first half of the word, swaying into the wind, is not inferior to the Ming in the slightest, but the second half of the que is a little weak from time to time, especially the last few words, the pen is insufficient, the spirit is insufficient, and the chic is insufficient. ”

Saying this, Li Xiangzhi understood that he was indeed in the second half of the story, and he was in a trance. At the same time, I smacked my tongue secretly, and I could see such a way from the words alone, and it seemed that this calligraphy was really broad and profound.

"What the teacher taught is that in the future, students must study diligently, consolidate and improve their studies, and open up new paths." lost all the losses, and for the sake of the dean's face, he had to shoot some encouraging words to make the family step down.

Sure enough, Lu Xinshi said: "You have this heart very well, although you have a pre-existing disease, but your studies are like a river, and you can't break it." Sage Yun: The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones. You need to remember that despite the misfortune, people always have to look to the distance and look to the future. ”

"Yes, the students are taught!" Li Xiangzhi said respectfully.

This is playing the bitter card, Lu Xinshi proposed that Li Xiangzhi was sick, obviously to cover up the embarrassment of losing this game.

The onlookers exchanged and discussed, among which Qi Min'er was affected by the bitter love drama.

"Yes, Li Xiangzhi is so pitiful, he passed the children's examination at a young age and became a talented minister, but a tragic thing happened when their family was the most proud, and now he is lonely, and finally committed suicide and suffered from lost soul. Sister...... I suddenly hoped that Lee Sang-zhi would win. ”

Su Mingyue Tang Rou's nose suddenly became sour, and her eyes when she looked at Li Xiangzhi changed, and her gentle eyes almost burst into tears. Li Xiangzhi's appearance of bowing his head and receiving training looked like a desolate and desolate scene in their eyes. A woman's motherly nature burst out in an instant.

Don't you know that Li Xiangzhi is obediently training now, but in his heart he is thinking about itchy nostrils, so he wants to dig ......

Xiangcheng Academy lost three times in a row, and the people who gambled outside were already happy, and they applauded for a while, and it is estimated that the vast majority of people bought and lost.

The fourth ink painting competition can be said to have passed, Tang Bohu has been good at painting since he was a child, and he has already made some achievements before entering school, and after being taught by a good teacher, his talent is even more apparent. He hurriedly brushed his pen and walked freely on rice paper. In contrast, Xu Changming seems to be much more restrained, and the people sitting on the upper seat are all Mingyan people, and they don't need to look at the painting, just look at the painting posture of the two to see a few clues in the painting.

Sure enough, Tang Bohu won Xu Changming with a picture of a woman's rafting.

Now the students of Xiangcheng Academy will be embarrassed, of course, they will not spit on Li Xiangzhi and others because Li Xiangzhi and others lost, after all, as their predecessors, they are all talented and fair, and their strength is enough to stand among the students of Xiangcheng Academy, and they can only blame the opponent.

Lu Xinshi obviously couldn't accept the status quo, and sighed gloomily: "It seems that after going back today, Dean Xiuwen and I will have to improve the students' 'Four Arts' courses." ”

Tang Yicheng said: "Actually, these students are already very good, but the four sons of Wuzhong are more profound in the 'four arts'. Uh......"

Tang Yicheng didn't dare to urge him to continue the game, if he lost again, not only would the people of Xiangcheng Academy be embarrassed, but even others would be unnatural.

Lu Xinshi said: "Continue to test poetry." ”

Li Xiangzhi patted his head, he couldn't win anymore, he couldn't even guarantee a draw, and he was a little depressed.

Zhang Mengjin sat opposite Li Xiangzhi, and when he saw Li Xiangzhi's decadent appearance, he immediately grinned at him, and pressed the clothes on his chest with a paper fan, indicating that he wanted to take off his clothes. Li Xiangzhi angrily wrote the word 'slut' with a pen and spread it out for him to see. Suddenly, Zhang Mengjin rolled his eyes.

This game is the first game of Xiangcheng Academy, and it should be dealt with, but a few people have not lost and have no face to speak, Li Xiangzhi coughed lightly twice, and said: "Teachers, the next poem competition, I and my friends first said that it was good, and each wrote a word first, and then compared." But since the elders are here, you may want to ask the teachers to write the questions first. ”

Li Xiangzhi said it well, let all the old antiques come up with the question, and in his heart, he first explained that this poem had already been prepared, and Lu Xinshi would definitely not object to it, his Xiangcheng Academy was defeated, if the poetry was studied on the spot, it would have no chance of winning, and Tang Yicheng probably wouldn't be obstructed, and as a bystander, he was not embarrassed to interfere.

"What do you suggest?" Tang Yicheng wanted to take care of the face of Xiangcheng Academy, and he definitely couldn't solve the problem.

Lu Fudan said: "I'll wait for today to come to observe it, which is also a game, and let them solve their own problems in their previous exchanges." ”

Lu Xinshi sighed and said, "It should be so!" ”

Xiangcheng's side is the best in Li Xiangzhi's writing, and the others themselves feel that it is average, so they don't recommend themselves, a few people have already discussed it, and Wuzhong Academy is Tang Bohu's shot.

Tang Bohu also has a hanging heart, since he wrote a poem "Picking Mulberries" on the flower boat, he has always admired Li Xiangzhi's literary talent, of course, he also has a heart to fight.

Tang Bohu said: "Xiangzhi's article Tang Yin has already read it, that song "Picking Mulberries" is really exquisite, if Xiangzhi can write another poem that is equivalent to this, then I am willing to admit defeat in this game!" ”

Li Xiangzhi smiled proudly and was about to open his mouth to say poetry, but he didn't expect that Tang Yicheng was immediately interested when he heard Tang Bohu say this.

"Oh? Xiangzhi once wrote "Picking Mulberries"? can convince Tang Yin, read it and listen to it. ”

Su Mingyue, Tang Rou and others also sounded fine.

Zhang Mengjin began to shake his head and scrambled his head: "[Who turned the desolate song of Yuefu? The wind is also sluggish, the rain is also sluggish, and the lights are thin and the lights are scattered for another night. I don't know what's in my arms? It's boring to wake up, it's boring to get drunk, and I've never dreamed of Xie Qiao. 】”

Lu Xinshi clapped his hands after hearing this, and said, "Good words!" Good words. ”

The surrounding students and Confucian students suddenly began to meditate. Su Mingyue's eyes when she looked at Li Xiangzhi changed, and her heart tightened a little.

Zhang Mengjin continued: "Xiangzhi's poem is really written in response to the situation, that night drizzle, I waited on the flower boat, blindly listening to a piano sound is Li Qingzhao's "Adding Words to Pick Mulberries", and the phase will be in harmony with the ...... in an instant."

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" Li Xiangzhi suddenly squeezed his eyebrows at Zhang Mengjin.

"Huh? Flower boats? ”

Tang Rou broke lightly, and Su Mingyue, who was induced, suddenly blushed and glared at Li Xiangzhi angrily, of course, this was something that Li Xiangzhi couldn't notice.

Qi Min'er said to Su Mingyue with a smile: "It must be on the Taihu Lake that day." ”

Su Mingyue was stunned and reprimanded: "Don't talk." Suddenly, looking at Li Xiangzhi's gaze, he became cold.

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