Liu Qinghe was the most respected Han man in the vicinity, and after Zhang You nodded, Xin Ai Huang Taiji looked at him and said, "I'll leave it to you to decide the order of the competition by drawing lots." ”

Liu Qinghe nodded, took two steps forward, stood in front of the long wooden table, picked up the sticker on the top, and first let Zhang You and Suheba Beast look at the wooden sticks with the words "Wen", "Wu" and "Shot" respectively.

In the silence, he coughed, raised the wooden stick, and said loudly, "First, Wenbi!" ”

"Mr. Zhou, what are we comparing?" Zhang You looked at Zhou Chunde with a smile.

"The earl is too polite, so he can't afford to be called 'sir'." Zhou Chunde said modestly, and then said with a smile: "As the saying goes, don't bother the two masters, it's better to let this old gentleman solve the problem, what do you think?" ”

He pointed at Liu Qinghe.

Zhang You nodded, Chongliu Qinghe smiled slightly, clenched his fists and arched his hands: "In this way, it will bother the old man." ”

His approachable, modest and polite attitude is very easy to win the favor of others, but no one knows that such a performance, in addition to his nature, is actually to hide the uneasiness in his heart.

In fact, there are three competitions, Zhang You is most unsure of this literary comparison, no way, although he thinks that the literary style is okay, and there are many famous poems and songs in his head, but compared with the Confucian students who have dealt with the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood, there is still a big gap, in case Liu Qinghe recites something like the Four Books and Five Classics when he comes up with a topic, then he will definitely lose.

"Madam, this one, the count should be fine, right?" Su Mya stood next to Li Yan and asked with some concern. Li Yan is too beautiful, she actually wants to call her sister, but when she thought that the other party was Zhang You's aunt, if she called her sister, she was suspected of taking advantage of Zhang You, so she temporarily changed her words.

Li Yan was silent and did not answer her question.

Mo Zhigen was also very nervous, but unfortunately Sumia was still angry with him, so he just clenched his fists and stood silently next to the second daughter, not daring to say a word, but his ears were furled.

"Earl, you are too polite, since you two believe in grass people...... In this way, it's simpler, each person makes a poem, the subject matter is not limited, the time of a stick of incense, those who can't do it will be judged to lose, if all of them are made, then they will be judged by everyone present, and the one with the highest voice wins, how? ”

This method is actually very wide, the so-called time of a stick of incense is just a show, and what is competing is no longer a temporary talent, but the real strength of the two.

Zhou Chunde was overjoyed, and agreed first, as a sour and rotten literati, he is best at dancing and writing on weekdays, and the poems he composes, just if he can get his hands on them, how can he have 180 articles, and he will come up with a masterpiece at will, and it will not be easy to defeat Zhang You?

Zhang You, naturally, has no opinion, this is simply tailor-made for him.

The two test-takers had no opinion, someone had already taken the letter incense and lit it, and as the smoke rose, the surroundings suddenly fell silent. The two men paced back and forth, pretending to consider, but instead of composing poetry, they made a "choice." ”

Zhou Chunde wanted to come to the pen and paper first, confident, the pen went like a dragon and a snake overnight, but Zhang You, I don't know what's wrong, the good words and wonderful sentences on weekdays come easily, but at the moment I can't think of a complete poem, the more anxious, the more I can't think of it, the more anxious I can't think of, the vicious circle, seeing that the letter incense has burned halfway, I can't help but sweat profusely.

"What's going on, ma'am? The situation of the earl, doesn't seem to be good? Sumya's palms were full of sweat and she asked worriedly.

Li Yan also discovered Zhang You's abnormality, and did not answer Su Miya's question, but her heart hung high.

Xin Ai Huang Taiji and Su Heba** changed their gaze, the corners of their mouths turned up slightly, and a smile was hooked.

Zhou Chunde is also very proud, what literary brilliance is unparalleled, he can't even make a poem, he is really a flower fist embroidered legs, I really don't know how the Ming Emperor and the Queen Mother like this kind of person?

There was a whisper of discussion all around, Li Yan looked angrily, the range of movement was a little larger, the hairpin holding the hair was thrown off somehow, and the hair was suddenly spread out, the long hair reached the waist, and the breeze blew, like a fairy out of the dust.

Everyone was stunned, Zhang You's eyes lit up, and he suddenly recalled a few poems that were popular on the Internet in later generations, hurriedly walked to the table, picked up the brush, and copied half of the dragon and phoenix dance.

After writing, the pen was put down, and the letter incense was just burned out.

"Okay, the competition is over, Liu Qinghe, it's better for you to read the poems written by the two of you to everyone."

Xin Ai Huang Taiji commanded, Liu Qinghe nodded in agreement, first picked up the poems written by Zhou Chunde, cleared his throat, and read in a frustrated voice: "Autumn looks shallow and reflects the heavy door, and the seven sections are full of snow." Out of the bath, Taizhen ice is a shadow, and Xiziyu is the soul. Xiaofeng does not dissipate a thousand points of sorrow, and Su Yu also adds a trace of tears. Leaning on the painting column alone, if you are interested, clear the anvil and send the flute to dusk...... What a song of begonias, Mr. Zhou is talented, the little old man admires, the little old man admires! ”

"Where, where? But casually, the old gentleman has an overreputation. This poem is Zhou Chunde's proud work, so although he is modest on the surface, he can't hide his inner ambition at all.

He glanced at Zhang You: "I don't know what poems the earl has done?" Let's all wait to welcome the masterpiece, and ask the old gentleman to read it quickly. ”

Hearing him say this, the people below also began to coax and urged Liu Qinghe one after another. Liu Qinghe didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly picked up the poem written by Zhang You and looked at it, first secretly praised the beautiful handwriting, and then said with some surprise: "Huh? Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, Grandpa Earl actually made two ......"

"Is this about winning with more?" Suheba Beast interrupted Liu Qinghe, said disdainfully, and then said: "It's a pity, don't look at my Dou Da can't read a basket of words, but I also know that poetry is not a lot of things that can win, some people can pass on a poem through the ages, and some people, who write poems for a lifetime, may not be able to leave his name." ”

Don't look at his rough appearance, but what he said is quite reasonable, many people nodded in agreement, and some were anxious, shouting: "Hurry up and read Ming Wilbur's!" ”

As soon as the words fell, many echoes were aroused, and Sumya glared at the Suheba beast dissatisfiedly: "It's not compared, how do you know that the earl's is not good?" ”

Suheba Beast was just about to refute, but Xin Ai Huang Taiji stood up: "Be quiet, everyone be quiet...... Liu Qinghe, read it, don't let everyone wait in a hurry. ”

All eyes were focused on Liu Qinghe's body, and there was silence all around, and a needle drop could be heard. (Once Literature Network,)