More than a dozen examiners are experienced, the marking speed is extremely fast, a few breaths of effort, you can see the quality of a poem, the good ones aside, the eliminated ones aside.

After reading all of them, I will review the excellent ones in detail and conduct a new round of screening.

Everyone's eyes were on the dozen examiners, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

Thirty-six poems were selected from hundreds, or even thousands, of poems, and the amount of work and difficulty can be imagined.

Ye Qiange's face was relaxed, he knew the quality of "Yinfeng" very well, and entering the second round was almost a sure thing.

His eyes wandered, and suddenly the corners of his mouth hooked, and he saw Murong Han and Cai Xian.

Murong Han, as a relative of the emperor, didn't stay on it, and originally came here.

He looked at Chen Yu and Cai Xian again, and saw that the two were glaring at him angrily, looking vicious, as if they were going to skin and cramp.

Ye Qiangequan didn't see it, but picked up the wine glass on the table, stood up and walked over.

"Brother Murong, Brother Cai, Brother Li, Brother Chen, don't come unharmed." Ye Qiange compared the wine glass.

"Hmph, Ye Qiange, you treat you as a brother in vain, but you slander Chen Yu's father-" Li Luo said with a dissatisfied face.

Ye Qiange's eyes widened, and he interrupted Li Luo strongly, "There is no such thing, how could Ye do such an unkind and unrighteous thing." ”

"Hmph, don't quibble, Lord Chen Guzhong, the head of the household, is the father of Chen Yu!"

"What?" Ye Qiange looked shocked, "That dead fat man is Chen Yu's father?" ”

"Brother Li, you don't deceive people, Chen Yu is dignified, a talent, how can that dead fat man He De give birth to a son like Chen Yu."

"That dead fat man is Chen Yu's father." Li Luo saw that Ye Qiange looked incredulous, and argued with his head held high.

"Then how do you prove that the dead fat man is Chen Yu's father?" Ye Qiange choked.

"Cai Xian can prove it." Li Luo pulled Cai Xian and said, "Say that the dead fat man is Chen Yu's father." ”

Chen Yu was about to go crazy, and when he heard that the two of them were dead and fat, his face turned blue with anger, and he couldn't wait to slap the pig teammate in front of him to death.

Cai Xian was also blindsided for a while, and nodded in a daze, "I can prove that the dead fat man is indeed Chen Yu's father." ”

Chen Yu's throat was sweet, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Accidental injuries, all accidental injuries." Ye Qiange repented: "If I had known in advance that it was Uncle Chen, I would never blame him." ”

"That's a good thing, so what is Uncle Cai's explanation?" Li Luo sneered.

"Uncle Cai?" Ye Qiange's face was full of doubts.

"Lord Cai Ye, Lord Cai!"

"Is it full of black moles—"

"Yes, yes, it's a black mole on the face." Li Luo's eyes lit up, "He is Cai Xian's uncle!" ”

Cai Xian's face couldn't help but darken a little, and he watched the eyes of the two gradually become unkind.

Ye Qiange sighed, "I did see Uncle Cai before, but he didn't have many black moles on his face at that time, and now his face is all over it, how can I recognize it." ”

Li Luo nodded, deeply convinced.

The corners of Cai Xian's mouth twitched and twitched, and he wanted to sew the mouths of the two with a needle.

"What do you think of this song, Lord Biwen?" An examiner hands a poem to Biwen.

Bi Wen took a closer look, and his eyes first flashed with dissatisfaction, and then with joy.

"A masterpiece, a rare masterpiece." He was very pleased, it was really rare for such a masterpiece to appear at the Zhuyue Poetry Conference. "You can be the first in the first test!"

"My lord, this word—"

"This poetry meeting is about poetry, although the words are ugly, but they are harmless." Bi Wen said bitterly, and handed the poem to Mr. Dongfang.

After reading it, Mr. Dongfang nodded and said: "It is really not easy to make such a masterpiece in a short period of time, and it can be the first." ”

Bi Wen nodded, "Xia Guan and Mr. have the same opinion, it is indeed a rare boutique." ”

"I'll see who made this great work." Bi Wen tore off the slip of paper covering his name, and a name popped into view.

He was like a lightning strike, and he froze in place, only to feel that 10,000 wild horses roared and galloped past in his heart.

When Mr. Dongfang saw it, he glanced at it curiously, couldn't help but smile, and said with deep meaning: "This son is not simple. ”

"Sir, do you want to change this first?"

"No, you don't." Mr. Dongfang shook his head, "We will not yield to talents, regardless of men and women and status. ”

"Whoa." Bi Wen let out a long breath and marked the word A on the paper, and the total number of words A on the paper added up to eighteen.

Another stick of incense.

"My lord, please take a look." Bi Wen handed the selected poems to Mr. Dongfang and waited for the final judgment.

Mr. Dongfang saw it quickly, and after a moment's pause, he said, "In this order." ”

"Whoa."

Bi Wen picked up the poem and said to the examiner next to him, "Let's roll call." ”

"It's time to announce the results."

As soon as the words fell, the scene immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes converged, showing nervousness.

"Thirty-sixth, Peng Yu, a talented son of Jiangning, wrote "Yongluo Mei", the new leaf is the beginning of the Ranran, the beginning of the new Feifei..."

"I'm Peng Yu, I'm in the second round!" In the crowd, a young man was excited, he came to the Zhuyue Poetry Club for the first time, but he didn't expect to enter the second round, which was really a big surprise.

"Congratulations, Brother Peng!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Peng!"

Immediately, someone came forward to congratulate them, and hundreds of people were able to enter the top thirty-six, which is enough to show that their talents and learning are quite extraordinary.

While the examiner was reading, someone on the shore recited it, and soon, the news of Peng Yu's thirty-six places spread, including his poems and the comments of the examiners.

Murong Han saw that Ye Qiange's face was indifferent, and he didn't care about the examiner's roll call, so he couldn't help asking, "Why isn't the prince nervous at all?" ”

Ye Qiangeyun said lightly: "It's just a little first try, this king can pass with his eyes closed, what is there to be nervous about." ”

A few people listened, only to feel that the black line on their forehead fell down, and they slandered Ye Qiange too shamelessly.

But Ye Qiange was in the middle of the plan, but he enjoyed it, looking like he couldn't be beaten, in the secret eyes of Murong Han and Chen Yu, it was full of mockery and ruthlessness.

Let you be proud first, and wait for the time when you cry.

"The twenty-first, Cai Xian, a genius in Chang'an, wrote "Chrysanthemum Remnant" ......"

"Brother Cai, congratulations." Ye Qiange held back the chill in his heart and said with a forced smile.

......

"Third place, Murong Han, a genius in Chang'an, made "Yongxue" ......"

"Second place, Jinling genius Xu Zihong, as the ...... of "Looking at the Moon"

Every time a ranking is read, there is a commotion inside and outside the field.

Murong Han frowned slightly when he heard his ranking, but he didn't expect to be robbed of the second place by Xu Zihong.

Of course, it was not only him who was surprised, but also Ye Qiange!

This Xu Zihong really has two brushes, and he actually won the second place in one fell swoop, which is very extraordinary, if he takes another step, he can reach the top.

The other side.

Xu Zihong looked displeased, his expression was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Why is it only the second place?" ”

"The young master is angry, it may be that someone among them has prepared it in advance, otherwise it would be impossible to win over his subordinates in such a short period of time." A scholar behind Xu Zihong hurriedly explained.

Xu Zihong's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the scholar, "Hmph, I believe you this time, if there is a next time, you should know what to do." ”

"My subordinates understand."

At this time, the examiner's voice sounded again, and everyone looked at it with great anticipation, holding their breath and concentrating, who won the first place in the preliminary examination.

"The first in this preliminary examination, Ye Qiange, a talented son of Chang'an, wrote the ...... of "Yinfeng"