Although Ningjiang has the ambition to take the imperial examination, but now he is not a child, and second, he is not mixed in the circle of "scholars", in the final analysis, he is just a rich man, and he is also a rich man who inherited the family business by the early death of his parents.

Even Cao Qiding shook his head secretly, in this case, even he had no way to help Ning Jiang wipe his ass.

Lu Zhiyuan was so angry that his face was red, and the others, to Jie Zhengwen, Sheng Jiayi, Lu Xifu and others, Ning Jiang's insult to the talents of the whole county originally did not believe it, but now, seeing that this kid is so arrogant and arrogant, he can't believe it, and they all scolded angrily.

Lu Zhiyuan said loudly: "In this case, please also ask Your Excellency to compose a poem to teach us." "I don't bother to call him "good brother" anymore.

The others shouted loudly.

Bao Lao shook his head helplessly, this kid named Ning Jiang really doesn't know how to be a man, like him, don't say that the poems he does are not as good as Lu Zhiyuan, he will be ruined immediately, even if it is at the same level as Lu Zhiyuan's "Spring River Moonscape", he will be criticized to death by these people for his shortcomings, after all, there is always a way to scold poetry, and those who can really stand the test have been like that since ancient times.

Ning Jiang put away the fan and said, "Dare to disobey!" He added: "Actually, we are waiting for young people, it should be a time to be high-spirited and work hard to learn, sad spring and autumn is not what we should do, the younger brother is willing to compose a poem, and Brother Lu and everyone to encourage." ”

This is simply catching Lu Zhiyuan's "worrying about the new words", and then pointing to Lu Zhiyuan's nose and saying, "You don't understand, I'll teach you".

Lu Zhiyuan trembled with anger: "Okay! Good! ”

Ning Jiang arched his hand: "You're welcome!" It seems that Lu Zhiyuan's two "good" words are thanking him.

If he wasn't a scholar, Lu Zhiyuan would have grabbed the pen and inkstone on the table and smashed Ning Jiang's head.

Ning Xiaomeng stared at Lu Zhiyuan deadly...... If this guy surnamed Lu dared to do it, she would immediately snatch the pen and smash his head, regardless of whether he was a scholar or not.

Of course, Ning Jiang is not afraid that Lu Zhiyuan dares to make a move, there is a sister by his side, and he does not have to worry about using force, and the benefits of letting his sister practice martial arts are fully reflected at this moment.

Seriously, if it weren't for a sister who practiced martial arts with him, he wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

At that moment, he turned around and took the rice paper on the table and grabbed the brush.

"Brother, I'll help you sharpen the ink!" Xiaomeng picked up the strip-shaped ink block and gently rubbed it on the inkstone. Others surrounded them on the inner and outer three floors, either disdainful or sneering.

Lu Zhiyuan's "Spring River Moonscape" is already excellent, they don't believe it anyway, in such a short period of time, Ningjiang can make another poem of the same level as Lu Zhiyuan.

And even if it is the same level or slightly higher, it will not prevent them from criticizing it in the future...... It's just a self-righteous, nouveau riche general scumbag, and he really thinks that readers are easy to bully?

Ning Jiang dipped the tip of his pen in the ink that his sister had helped him grind, groaned slightly, and waved his pen on the paper.

Lu Zhiyuan and the others sneered beside him, and after Ning Jiang finished writing two sentences, this sneer slowly subsided a little.

Immediately afterwards, as Ning Jiang's brushstrokes wandered, his restrained expression gradually became solemn.

On the high platform, Bao Lao picked up the tea on the table, took a sip lightly, shook his head, and prepared to meet the next big criticism of all talents. After a while, the criticism did not happen, but the crowd in the audience was strangely silent. At this time, Ning Jiang had already put down his pen and ink and arched his hand: "The poem is here, I still want to play with my sister, so I won't disturb everyone." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he took his sister and left. And those people outside were originally ready to scold with everyone, no matter what Ning Jiang wrote, they would scold first, however, with the strange silence in front, because they didn't know what Ning Jiang wrote, for a while, they didn't even know where to start scolding, so they had to get out of the way first, and watched Ning Jiang leave with his sister.

Lu Xifu glanced at Jie Zhengwen and others, who were also at the back of the crowd, completely confused...... What the hell did that guy write? Why doesn't everyone speak?

More people squeezed forward, and the gap when the Ning Jiang brothers and sisters left was quickly blocked. However, the silence continued, and even spread outward, and the people behind did not know what was happening, so one by one, they subconsciously did not speak, and the merchants, tourists, courtesans, etc., outside because of the sudden silence on the side of the originally very lively poetry club, also looked at this aspect.

On the high platform, Song Songping and Cao Qiding looked at each other...... What the hell did that kid write? Why don't they speak?

This is indescribable, as if there is a mountain pressing down on the silence, even the three people on the stage are a little unable to sit still. Bao Lao coughed lightly, got up and walked around the table, and walked to the stage, slightly exuding some of the Wen Qu Yin Mansion of the Ancestor of the eyebrows: "Let me!" Let's Jean! ”

Under his momentum, the talented man who was in front of him subconsciously got out of the way.

Bao Lao walked to the table, slowly picked up the poems on the table, and read them sentence by sentence.

"Good! Good! Suddenly, Bao Lao's literary aura as a jinshi suddenly turned into an invisible momentum and spread rapidly.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was the sole respect of Confucianism and Taoism, the literary tone of the Jinshi who passed the final palace test was much higher than that of lifting people, and each of them was "ten thousand enemies" on the battlefield.

Ordinary people were so shocked that they fell to their knees, intending to take advantage of the excitement of the Lantern Festival to fish in troubled waters, and the singing and dancing on the flower boat, and the noise in the wine banquet all stopped at this moment, even Wanjun Thunder did not have such an effect.

And the old man who caused all this, holding the poem, read aloud: "In the green garden, the sunflower waits for the sun." Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant. Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline. When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea? If the young man does not work hard, the boss will be sad...... Good! Good! ”

All the talented people were in an uproar!

Song Songping and Cao Qiding glanced at each other, and they were also moved, both of them were from a high background, so they could naturally judge the extraordinaryness of this poem immediately.

In this poem, the first paragraph of the beginning is still written about the scenery in the garden, the second paragraph expands from the scenery in the garden to all things in the world, the third paragraph makes a quick turn, and the second paragraph of the "Yang Chun" and "Glory" are contrasted, borrowing the scenery to create love, the fourth paragraph through the hundred rivers to the sea and never returning, further emphasizing this emotion, and the last paragraph is the finishing touch, which directly lights up the whole theme.

What's even better is that this poem has a bright rhythm and neat confrontation, generally speaking, poems that pursue neatness too much often affect the theme or artistic conception of the poem itself, but this poem, from the point to the surface, from spring to autumn, the artistic conception is superimposed, and the finishing touch...... is impeccable layer by layer, just like sesame blossoming step by step, the whole theme is clear to the extreme, and it is not at all comparable to Lu Zhiyuan's "Spring River Moonscape" where "love" and "scenery" are obviously separated.

At this moment, they suddenly understood why everyone didn't speak just now. Lu Zhiyuan and his gang were violent, and it was clear that they had to pick out the mistakes from the poems written by Ning Jiang no matter what. However, after Ning Jiang wrote this poem, they actually ...... Can't fault it.

In terms of neatness and rhyme, this poem has no problem, it can be said to be catchy. In terms of structure, although the first three paragraphs of Lu Zhiyuan's "Spring River Moonscape" are not bad, but in the last paragraph, it is like a person who is about to climb to the top of the mountain to embrace the rising sun, but suddenly falls into the ditch...... Draw a snake then put legs on it.

And every sentence of this "Long Song Xing" is interlocking, flowing smoothly, in one go, with a catchy rhyme, it makes people read it in one breath without stopping.

On the theme, it is needless to say that Lu Zhiyuan's "Spring River Moonscape" is just "lyrical through the scene", not to mention that the scenery in the poem can't express the "love" he imposed at all, so that Ning Jiang satirized the sentence "Sorrow for the new poem", he could only blush and argue.

Ningjiang's "Long Song Xing" has risen to the level of "writing to carry the Tao", and in Confucian thought, "writing to carry the Tao" is naturally higher than "borrowing scenery to lyric".

In addition, in order to buckle the truth pointed out at the end, the description of the scenery in front of the ring is constantly laid out, if Lu Zhiyuan's last strong saying is "painting snakes to add feet", then the last paragraph of this "Long Song Xing" is the "finishing touch" after the ink color outline, which is basically the gap between the earth and the sky.

Even if Ning Jiang's poems are only better than Lu Zhiyuan, these talents have to catch and scold, but now, this is not just "better", this is simply a gap in level, even if they are shameless, they can't scold in this situation, not to mention, this poem from rhyme to structure to theme, all of them can't speak.

The silence just now was that the "talents" swallowed the anger that had rushed to their throats, and then ...... Panicking!!

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[There are no recommendations this week, so I can only rely on everyone's recommendation votes, although there is little hope of rushing to the new book list, but I have to give it a try.] Even if you can't be on the new book list, it's always good to occupy a place on the classification recommendation list, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat! So, ask for recommendation votes, ask for many, many recommendation votes!! T_T]