The people in the audience were a little crying and laughing when they heard Kong Xiang's words, and those who knew Kong Xiang felt that although it was inappropriate to say this, it was also in line with Kong Xiang's style. People who don't know are talking in a whisper, of course, not talking about Kong Xiang's good words.

Zhao Su and Jing Zetian were also very speechless about Kong Xiang's comments, but they were a little moved in their hearts, it was good to have such a teacher, and Zhao Su was thinking about returning to Kong Xiang's teacher.

"Ahem, I also think that Zhao Su's poems are good, so I have a sense of being in the mountains, but Chang Qingfeng's poems are also rare masterpieces, I don't know if Chang Qingfeng has a teacher, if not, you can vote under the old man, how about being the old man's personal disciple?" Ji Fang's evaluation is more objective, and at the same time, he also takes advantage of this occasion to accept students, which is a more flexible way of thinking.

"The student has not worshiped the teacher, and he can join the disciple of Teacher Ji, and the student can't ask for it." Chang Qingfeng was not very happy when he heard the judges' words, but after hearing Ji Fang's words, he turned sad to joy, which was an unexpected trip to this literary meeting.

"Zhao Su is the son of the old man, for the sake of fairness, I won't comment here." Zhao Chongde saw that the first two chose their sons, and he felt that the result of this competition was a foregone conclusion, so he stopped making evaluations and gave himself a good reputation of fairness and justice.

After that, Yan Shigu and Liang Luowen chose Zhao Su and Chang Qingfeng respectively, and the final result was naturally that Zhao Su directly entered the next round of competition.

After Zhao Su thanked him happily, after saying hello to Jing Zetian, he walked directly to the sidelines and waited for the next round of competition.

Chang Qingfeng continued to return to the crowd of the competition and continued the subsequent competition.

"Okay, save time, I'll go straight to the second question, a few days ago, it just rained, and my question is based on rain." After Ji Fang saw that everyone was in place, he got up directly and said, and did not let Guo Chunzai come out to preside.

After the first question competition, the people in the field felt the pressure again, because there was one less place, so as soon as Ji Fang's words fell, someone appeared to answer.

This person's poems are not as amazing as those made by Zhao Su and Chang Qingfeng, so as soon as he finishes his poems, someone will soon continue to compose poems.

The time for the two incense sticks passed quickly, and the second poem on the theme of rain might have been easy for those present, and in such a short time there were a dozen or so people standing in front of the stage, waiting for the judges to judge. However, Jing Zetian still stood calmly in place, and had no intention of standing up and composing poetry.

After a very difficult decision by the five judges on the stage, a person named Zhou Kang finally advanced to the next round.

The sun was moving westward, and the shadows on the ground were getting longer and longer, and as the spring progressed, the days were getting longer and longer.

The people of Wenquyuan are enjoying the gluttonous feast of poetry at the moment.

Zhao Chongde, who was supposed to be the third to come up with the question, was robbed by Yan Shigu and Liang Luowen, saying that he represented the imperial court, so he should be the last to make the finale, and Zhao Chongde no longer insisted on it.

Yan Shigu and Liang Luowen came up with the third and fourth questions respectively, which were about the moon and reading and studying.

After the warm-up of the first two questions, the twenty-eight people present for the competition, except for Jing Zetian, actively participated in it, and only Jing Zetian stood there alone, as if he was not in a hurry at all, and did not take Wenhui to heart. In the middle, Kong Xiang turned his eyes to him many times, but he always smiled, and Kong Xiang couldn't understand what medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he could only continue to comment on others.

Jing Zetian's behavior attracted the attention of many people, it was really different, and the people outside the venue were also talking in whispers, but they were soon attracted by the poems made by the people who answered the questions, and Jing Zetian's strange behavior naturally didn't take it to heart.

"Qiu Xiang, why haven't your Highnesses answered the question yet, this is already the fourth question." Li Shishi asked anxiously on the side.

"Shishi, don't worry, Your Highness won't lose, don't worry." Qiu Xiang looked at Li Shishi with a strange expression, thinking of what this woman was doing in such a hurry, she was not in a hurry.

Li Shishi was also embarrassed by Qiu Xiang's eyes, and realized that she had lost her temper a little, she had grown so big, and she was not anxious about the people she had seen for less than a day, she thought about it, and she didn't find the reason why it was like this.

On the field, after passing the third and fourth questions, two more people entered the final round, these two people were Wei Zhichu and Fan Huipeng.

Now there is only one place left, and there are still twenty-six people with Jing Zetian in the field, and the competition has reached a white-hot stage.

Zhao Chongde got up at this time and said: "Today, let me see the demeanor of my Dahua young people, very good, my Dahua is now in ruins, it is when you need to wait, I will no longer be verbose, my topic is to compose poems on the theme of the country, let's wait to start." ”

Zhao Chongde's title can be regarded as raising a level for the entire literary society, and the theme of the country must be patriotic feelings, and the poetry of worrying about the country and the people is a kind of poetry that improves the cohesion of the country.

"By the way, if your poem is done well, it may reach the ears of the emperor, so you must seize this opportunity." Zhao Chongde followed the good path again.

His words made the literati below excited again, this is an opportunity to be able to go directly to the Holy Hearing, and it will be of great benefit to his future future.

Zhao Chongde's words made the four people who had passed the test just now regret a little, but after thinking about it, it was good to be able to pass the test.

At this moment, a stick of incense has been lit in the small incense burner.

Poetry related to the country is still difficult, and it is okay to do it well, but if it is not done well, it will be a shame and a big shame, after all, it is related to the majesty of the country.

The audience outside the venue looked at the people inside with antiquation, looking forward to their works. Today, for these audiences, it is worth the trip, they can appreciate the handsome calligraphy, the beautiful poetry of various themes, through the eyes and ears, to the soul, the whole soul is nourished by literature.

When the first incense stick was halfway burned, a man finally came out.

"Student Chai Lie, composed a poem: buy a treasure knife at any expense, and exchange mink Qiu for wine. A warm blood is cherished, and sprinkling it can still turn the blue waves. This man named Chai Lie, after reporting his name, directly recited his poems aloud, and his voice was very impressive.

"Bang bang, good, good." When Zhao Chongde heard this, he was very excited and applauded.

"I hope you can spend the rest of your life in the future and make an earth-shattering career." Zhao Chongde went on to say that he was still very satisfied with this poem that broke the tranquility.

Zhao Chongde's praise made the hearts of the people in the audience nervous, and they were a little apprehensive, today's literary meeting, so many talented people appeared, which is a good thing for the people who watched, and it was also a painful and happy torment for the people who participated in the competition.