Suddenly, an hour passed.

Among the sixty students, at least half of them did not hand over the words in their hands to Ge Wenqiu. These people really couldn't write and chose to give up. In their eyes, such a requirement is extremely difficult to write a beautiful and meaningful poem.

Ge Wenqiu just skimmed the first sentence of each poem, and made a decision in his heart. The sound of the piano music continued, Ge Wenqiu also continued to look at the paper in his hand, and Liu Ruyan assisted from the side.

Everyone watched Ge Wenqiu's movements, and they understood that the judgment had begun. However, they were not idle, and the voices of each other were very small, but they could still be heard by Qin Yi.

"Xue Gongzi, what is the name of the word plate you wrote? Are you sure? ”

"Young Master Ji Ping, how did you write it?"

"Xu Gongzi, I heard that your family is a family of doctors, I think you should have learned some medical skills under the influence of your ears and eyes, right? Seeing your sad face, didn't you write it? ”

"It's not that I didn't write it, but Ben Gongzi always felt that the words and sentences I wrote didn't have the kind of emotions I wanted to express!"

Many people are self-aware, knowing that they can't write, so they ask others to get some skills in writing this kind of poetry from other people's mouths.

Half an hour later, Ge Wenqiu got up, and everyone was quiet, they knew that the final result was about to be announced.

"Congratulations, this official has got two masterpieces!"

As soon as Ge Wenqiu finished speaking, everyone's expressions were full of doubts. Two songs? Which two people wrote it?

Even Qin Yi was a little surprised when he heard Ge Wenqiu's words. He is confident that his words can be favored by Ge Wenqiu, that is to say, one of these two words must be Qin Yi's. As for the top spot, Qin Yi couldn't think of anyone who could have the strength to compete with him.

Suddenly, his gaze drifted to Xue Gui opposite. It seems that this Xue Gui was extremely confident before writing the lyrics, could it be that he wrote another poem? This is possible, but there are some, but Xue Gui is also a popular figure in the academy!

"In addition, there are some words, which are well written, but it's a pity that they don't connect the emotions of "Man Tingfang: Silent Night Thoughts", which is a pity!"

When Ge Wenqiu said these words, his eyes kept sweeping over the faces of some of the students, and it seemed that the authors of the words he thought were regrettable were these people.

"Master Ge, the slave family loves poetry the most, since the adults have already selected the best works, why don't you let the slave family be the adults and recite it to the many students here?"

"Extremely good!"

Ge Wenqiu agreed, and Liu Ruyan took the two pages of paper in his hand, flipped through them a few times, and then her face showed a look of surprise.

The first poem was written by Xue Gongzi, and the title was "Yan Guiliang? The name of the medicine is Haruka! ”

At this time, the sound of the piano music stopped, and only the soft sound of willow smoke remained in the pavilion.

"The blank paper is ruthless to the shadow list, and the half-summer magpie is happy. Sijun Angelica Li golden hairpin. Endure and live alone, dream of the West. ”

"Wang Sun Bao Blade, Tianxiong sweat and blood, windproof night felt. The red arrow shot the lack of Xiliangguan. Iron clothes are cold, Si Dongchuan. ”

As soon as Liu Ruyan's words fell, everyone, including Qin Yi, looked a little shocked. Especially Qin Yi, he didn't believe that this Xue Gui would make such subtle and meaningful words? However, whether he believes it or not, this poem was recited by Liu Ruyan!

Qin Yi moved his gaze to Xue Gui's direction, but he saw that Xue Gui was also looking at him. It's just that Xue Gui's eyes were full of more provocations, as if telling Qin Yi that in this first literary meeting, he was the first to be decided!

"Xue Gongzi's poem is well written!"

Ge Wenqiu made his own comment, he looked at Xue Gui with a smile, this scene naturally made many people envious. You know, with a poem, let Si Zheng remember you, will you still worry about the imperial examination in the future?

"If you count the homonym, the words are embedded with the names of Angelica Angelica, Banxia, Angelica, Duhuo, Wangsun, Tianxiong, Fengfeng, Red Arrow, and Tieyi, so it seems that Xue Gui has worked hard!"

"Thank you for the compliment! The kid just occasionally learned some medical science and learned a lot of medicinal materials, so he was able to write! ”

In the looks of everyone, envy once again appeared. This Xue Gui is not only praised for his good learning in the academy, but also makes such and such praiseworthy poems under such a literary meeting. Now it seems that it is not a noble son from a poor family, but a talented man from a rich family!

"Please interpret this poem for us!"

Suddenly, some of the people in the seat stood up and bowed their hands, as if they were asking for advice.

"Under Ouyang Zhi, the people of Dongning Town in this county!"

When everyone heard this, there was not much surprise, this is a normal phenomenon in the literary meeting, and when a good poem appears, someone will ask the host how to interpret the poem. Otherwise, how can it be said that the Wenhui is an activity of reciting poems and reciting words, appreciating flowers and making the moon?

However, Qin Yi subconsciously glanced at Ouyang Zhi, the student who stood up. The next moment, a trace of doubt appeared in Qin Yi's heart.

"It seems that the surname Ouyang rarely appears in the land of the Xia Dynasty, right?"

Although he was puzzled, he did not delve into it or ask, but suppressed this trace of doubt in his heart.

At this time, Ge Wenqiu listened to Ouyang Zhi's question, nodded and said: "This poem by Xue Gongzi describes a picture for us, his wife wanted to write a letter to a distant recruit, but she never thought that when she put it down, she only had endless tears, and she didn't know how to express her heart. Just as the words "white paper" and "magpie sound" are written in the words, the thoughts are deep and the feelings are sincere! ”

As for Xia Que, it can be said that the wife imagines her husband fighting on the battlefield. Outside Xiliangguan, the husband in a cold iron suit is also thinking about his wife who lives in Dongchuan. This poem is also very well written in the structure, the beginning writes that the wife misses her husband, and the end writes that the husband misses his wife, echoing each other from afar, excellent! ”

Ge Wenqiu gave a lot of comments, and many people couldn't stop nodding, and their understanding of this word was probably like this. Ouyang Zhi nodded while listening to Ge Wenqiu, and his expression couldn't help revealing a certain reverie.

"The slave family also loves this song, looking at the approving looks of the sons, why don't you let the slave family perform the scene of this song with dance?"

Liu Ruyan's proposal, naturally no one will refuse.

"Playing music!"

Immediately, Liu Ruyan accompanied the piano music, dancing enchantingly in the empty place in the pavilion. That posture, like a fairy descending from the sky, with the mournful and melodious piano music, seems to tell a woman's longing for her husband who is fighting far away. When everyone saw this, they all applauded again and again, and it was not until two quarters of an hour later that they stopped.

"Slaves, for all of you, recite the second word!"