When he was just reading the poem, Lin Qingyuan was the only one who applauded himself, which made him feel very cordial to Lin Qingyuan, and when he learned that he had been promoted, he was the first to report the good news to Lin Qingyuan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Qingyuan smiled and said, "Congratulations, congratulations." ”

The talented man asked excitedly: "Xiaosheng Hou Xuecai, I don't know the name of Brother Taigui?" ”

Lin Qingyuan said with a smile: "You don't dare to be your surname, the contemptible surname is Lin, the name is Qingyuan, and the words are white!" ”

"Lin Ribai?!" Hou Xuecai scratched the back of her head and thought bitterly, is there such a strange name in this world?

And the eldest lady in the stands heard Lin Qingyuan's nonsense, and immediately "poofed" to cover her mouth and laugh, and said in her heart, what Lin Ribai, this is obviously scolding Bai Ning through a gimmick, really, the two big men are not too embarrassed to panic when they say that the day?

On the other hand, Bai Ning was also so angry that he scratched his ears and cheeks, if it weren't for the two scholars who stopped him, it is estimated that he would have rushed to the stage and slashed Lin Qingyuan with a knife.

"Young master, don't be angry, you can't get along with him. Just let him speak as fast as he wants, and when it comes to the knockout round, see how I kill him. One of Bai Ning's clerks said with a gloomy face.

"That's right, young master, let him lose face at that time, and then young master, you will teach him a lesson, isn't it logical! Nor will it fall into the mouth. Another clerk also flattered.

Bai Ning thought about it and felt reasonable, so he said, "Okay! Later, if he is promoted, you will kill him in the poem, and you don't have to show mercy to your subordinates. After speaking, the corners of his mouth smiled gloomily, and his eyes stared at Lin Qingyuan very viciously.

Several judges glanced at the remaining four people and shouted, "Who else is there for you?" ”

The remaining few people were embarrassed, no one made a word, and the judges shook their heads helplessly and said, "Since no one has made it, it is... ”

Damn, that's all there is to it! Did you spend all your energy on making obscene poems? This is stumped, not even as good as me. Lin Qingyuan smiled and interrupted: "Xiaosheng has a poem!" ”

The judge glanced at him and nodded, "Come on." ”

Lewd? Lin Qingyuan suddenly thought of the other two words that were homophonic, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and said in his heart, this ancient speech is full of meat jokes?

Lin Qingyuan coughed and said, "Panasonic Go, pine nuts fall with the chess pieces." Willow edge fishing, willow silk is often accompanied by fishing wire hanging. The green water is worry-free, and the face is wrinkled by the wind. Qingshan Yuan is not old, and it is snow-white. ”

"Good poetry! Good poetry! As soon as Lin Qingyuan's voice fell, Hou Xuecai shouted loudly, and the suspicion of reporting Li was too obvious.

Lin Qingyuan broke out in a cold sweat, man, even if you want to help me, you have to taste it before commenting, isn't it equivalent to doing you a disservice?

Lin Qingyuan's poem is an excerpt of two poems by Su Dongpo and Li Wenpu, in which the poem uses metaphor, personification, metaphor, and allegorical writing techniques to vividly describe the helplessness and sorrow of the turn of time in the face of spring.

The three judges nodded and praised: "The future is terrifying, not bad." Then several people raised their cards to signal promotion.

Seeing that the three judges unanimously raised their cards and passed, Hou Xue shouted excitedly: "You have been promoted, Brother Ribai, you have also been promoted!" ”

Lin Qingyuan smiled and said, "Brother Hou doesn't need to be too surprised, I'm just a fluke, and I will definitely be eliminated in the next round." ”

Bai Ning asked Lin Qingyuan to advance to the next round so easily, and he was annoyed, but when he thought about the good show in the next round of poetry competition, he looked at Lin Qingyuan with disdain.

This first round of Lin Qingyuan and Hou Xue can be regarded as passing. Later, after several competitions, several groups of players were successfully selected to enter the next round together, and Bai Ning and the two scholars seemed to be among them.

At this time, a deacon walked out of the room and said, "All of you are talented and extraordinary, first of all, I want to congratulate you on successfully passing this first round." And then by the way, I will tell you a good news, this year's organizer of Fang Chun Xuan Yuan's Oiran Ji girl will release the Mid-Autumn Festival Kong Ming lantern with the final winner, I hope everyone will do their best. Alright, now, please move over to the boat, and good luck to you! ”

As soon as they heard that there was an opportunity to light the Kong Ming lantern with Miss Ji, who is known as the world's first singer, all the talented people were like being beaten with chicken blood, all of them had straight waists and were highly excited.

Lin Qingyuan shook his head secretly, these talents are too unproductive, a singer will confuse you.

After the deacon finished speaking, he led the group to the legendary painting boat, which was set up at the back of the stage, not far from the auditorium, just in time to see the players' every move.

The boat resembles a free-standing pavilion that hangs in plain sight. There is a red carpet on the floor of the painting boat, and these talents are invited to enter.

Lin Qingyuan only knew Hou Xuecai except Bai Ning, so he asked, "Are there any rules for this second round?" ”

Who knew that Hou Xue looked nervous, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I also entered the second round for the first time, no, I don't know much." ”

Lin Qingyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, it turns out that this guy is also a fledgling! He had no choice but to take one step at a time, and honestly follow behind all the talents.

The painting boat of the poetry club is really magnificent, carved fences and jade bricks, colorful lanterns, and very lively, and all the shortlisted contestants are inside. Lin Qingyuan glanced at it roughly, and sure enough, he found Bai Ning and the two heels following behind.

Is this the scene of the finals of the Poetry Club? When Lin Qingyuan came to the middle of the painting boat, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. The bright lantern is hanging high, the color is picturesque, and the main seat has already sat on the celebrities and officials of Jinling.

At this time, the chief deacon said: "The top ten of the poetry club have all arrived, please take a seat." ”

Where has the talented man who walked in the front seen such a scene, his legs couldn't help but tremble, Lin Qingyuan walked in seventh place, he was not afraid of this kind of scene, he didn't know how many times he had experienced it in his previous life, and he had long been used to it.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin!" Lin Qingyuan heard a rough mine voice calling to himself, and when he heard it, it turned out that Xie Bing was sitting there waving vigorously at him.

Lin Qingyuan also smiled and waved his hand in response, and the deacon said again: "Jinling Poetry Altar Meeting, Poetry Fighting Competition, from now on, in addition to the celebrities in Jinling, there are also Governor Ma, Commander Bai, and Mr. Zheng, the Academy of Learning. ”

The deacon began to announce the rules: "This poetry contest is divided into three rounds, the first round is ten into five, the second round is five into two, and the last round is a two-person competition to determine the winner!" ”

After all the talents understood the rules, they were all sitting on the top and waiting for the questions to be solved. Lin Qingyuan was the only one who was different, leaning back in the chair with a look of disattention.