On the pavilion in the middle, one stick of incense has been burned, and a small half of the second incense has been burned, and many scribes who have obtained poems have begun to return to the pavilion to write poems. The other part also began to grind the ink and lay the paper, and it seems that they have all been conceived.

Several maidservants had already begun to pull colored ropes between the pillars, which were ready to be hung with written verses for everyone to admire in turn. Wang Wei, Gao Shi and others also got up, vacated the space between the tables and chairs, and prepared to appreciate and judge all the poems in turn after hanging the long rope between the corridors.

Wang Yuan hurriedly walked to the pavilion, but found that Liu Xunzhi was also in a hurry, and his face was full of anxiety.

"Wang Yuan, have you got a good poem?" Liu Xun asked directly.

Wang Yuan shook his head and said, "Not yet." ”

Liu Xun lowered his face and complained: "I know that you haven't come up with a good sentence yet, just now Zuo Xiang has been watching you and a prostitute. The woman spoke, but she didn't see you conceiving the poem, and Zuo Xiang was very unhappy. You Wang Erlang, you are here to participate in the poetry meeting, but you are not looking for fun. ”

Wang Yuan turned his head to look at the southwest pavilion, although it was far away, he could still feel Li Shizhi's sharp gaze and the dissatisfaction on his face.

"Pei Shangshu and Li Taishou are also very unhappy, Erlang, you can't be so nonsense, Zuo is not thin on you, and he has high hopes for you." Liu Xun chattered and chattered.

Wang Yuan frowned and said, "It's still early, why is Zuo Xiang in such a hurry?" ”

Liu Xun stomped his feet and said, "Why is it early?" As he spoke, the second incense was about to burn out. ”

Wang Yuan sighed and said: "Mr. Liu, you are also a scholar, it doesn't matter if you know the quality of the poem and the length of the idea, if you have no talent, what if you give it to you for three days?" If you can't write, it's not that you can't write? ”

Liu Xun said with a gloomy face: "Wang Yuan, don't blame the old man for not reminding you, don't tell me these useless words, this poetry meeting is bound to happen." If you really annoy Zuo Xiang, then you will be old and will not be able to speak for you. ”

Wang Yuan smiled and said, "Mr. Liu, is this called crossing the river and demolishing the bridge?" It's a pity that before the bridge was crossed, Zuo Xiang began to dismantle the bridge, which is not good. Why don't I quit the poetry club now? lest you think I'm disobedient and nonsense. ”

Liu Xun was stunned and said, "What is this called?" What is the point? ”

Wang Yuan said coldly: "Then please go and report to Li Zuoxiang, it is me who writes the poem, not him, how to write it is my business, please don't point fingers at me, okay?" The so-called employment of people is not suspicious, not only to make the appearance of a corporal of courtesy, but also not to tolerate people, it is all fraud, and it is easy to be seen. ”

Liu Xun looked at Wang Yuan blankly and said, "Wang Erlang, you are so bold, I don't dare to help you say this." ”

Wang Yuan brushed his sleeves and said: "Love to say it or not, do you want me to write poems?" If you want me to write a poem, get out of the way, the second incense is about to burn out, and that's your responsibility. ”

Liu Xun hurriedly said: "Please, please, I have helped you grind the ink, and the paper has been paved for you, just wait for you to put down the pen, don't you have a sentence yet?" ”

Wang Yuan walked away, and said angrily: "I didn't have it just now, but now I have it, can it be done?" ”

Liu Xun said happily: "It turns out that you already have a sentence, okay, hurry up." ”

Wang Yuan didn't answer, strode to the pavilion, where there were already crowds, more than 30 poems had been written, and they were being hung on the long rope one by one at the moment. Wang Weiyan Zhenqing and several other judges were looking from the first one, and Li Linfu and Li Shizhi, as well as more than a dozen official entourage, also came to the middle pavilion from the two pavilions and sat down, waiting for the final result.

The three bronze bells rang, the two pillars of incense were finally burned to ashes, and Wang Wei, Wang Changling, Gao Shi, Yan Zhenqing and the three masters of the Hanlin Academy slowly moved along the poetry paper hanging like the flags of all nations. The scribes stood outside the pavilion and watched, remembering where their poems were hanging, and they looked forward to the old gentlemen's demeanor when they saw their poems.

The judges were obviously very conscientious and responsible, and whispered to each other before each poem, but it was evident that their emotions were becoming more and more unhappy, and their sighs were louder and harsher.

"These poems are torn down, and the words are full of words, and the rhetoric is shown."

"These songs are torn down, moaning without illness, and hypocritical."

"These songs are also torn down, and the rhetoric does not make sense, so it is mysterious."

“……”

A series of tearing down sounds came into my ears, but I saw Yan Zhenqing stretching out his hand to 'stab and stab' to tear off the poetry paper hanging on the red silk rope, and throw it into the bamboo basket held by a servant next to him like garbage, I am afraid that these painstaking works can only be used as things to ignite fire.

The scribes who followed behind saw that their poems were torn off, and they all covered their faces with their sleeves and retreated to the side in shame, and some of them who thought highly of themselves rolled their eyes and cursed secretly, and only said in their hearts: "Lao Tzu is not talented, Lao Tzu's poems are first-class, you old people don't know how to appreciate it, it's really a pearl." ”

The pavilion turned around, and at the end of the thirty-three poems were only two pitiful poems. It's somewhat embarrassing.

Wang Wei and the others returned to the pavilion and sat down, all with unkind faces. Li Linfu's face was indifferent and looked indifferent, while Li Shizhi's face was a little nervous. There are only two songs left in more than 30 songs, and there are few people on my side, so I am afraid that I will lose this round.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after reading dozens of songs, I think these two songs are not bad, and the rest can only be regarded as mediocre works. Since it is a fighting poem today, the rest of the poems will not be judged, just take these two poems. It just so happens that these two songs are the works of the left and right ministers, and they are the works of the two talented men of the country, if you talk about the superior......"

Wang Wei pondered for a moment, as if unwilling to come to a conclusion.

Yan Zhenqing said: "In this way, let you take a look at the poems first, the first one is the poem of Chang'an Han Yu, a talented man brought by Li Zuoxiang." ”

Li Shizhi was taken aback, and instinctively went everywhere to look for Wang Yuan's figure in the crowd, but he didn't find where Wang Yuan was, and a wave of anger rose in his heart; Obviously, his poems were also thrown into the bamboo basket as a firestarter, and at the critical time, this little Fang Ding still couldn't get on the stage, and I am afraid that the previous poems were really plagiarized and plagiarized.

Han Yushi said: The sunny season is staggering again, and the twilight is like a resumption. There are fewer spring days in the middle of a year, and more in a hundred years. Feihong dances to listen to the old songs, and looks at Jiao'e with the wine. The gray hair has memorized the time, and I can't bear to say a thousand words. ”

Yan Zhenqing read the poem out loud, and everyone listened quietly, all nodding slightly.

"This poem is generally a work of the situation, the verses are quite concise and simple, and the events of the day are also clearly narrated, and the last two sentences we think are still good verses, much better than other poems, so this one was left." Yan Zhenqing said slowly.

Han Shilang stood at the bottom of the pavilion with his chest folded and his chin held high, looking full of ambition, and his eyes looked at the scribes around him who had written poems into the basket, his expression was very proud.

"But...... This poem is poetic and mediocre, and it feels a bit stiff and patchwork to read, like reading a running account, which is simply stuffed into what you have heard and seen today, and has not been able to refine the brilliance, so it can only be regarded as a work of Zhongping. Yan Zhenqing continued.

Han Shilang was instantly dumbfounded, his erect chest collapsed, and the smug look on his face was replaced by an embarrassed smile.

"Of course, this is not my personal opinion, this is the common opinion of the seven judges." Yan Zhenqing added.

Li Shizhi said in a deep voice: "What about another poem? ”

"Oh, the other one is written by Du Fu under the right minister, which can be regarded as a work for the occasion, the poem says: Happiness hurts the head white, and the day is long and loves candle red. When you meet each other, don't say goodbye in a hurry. 02

But I am afraid that the sky will fall, and I would rather say that the wine cup is empty. The Ming Dynasty was involved in world affairs, and the songs were sung from the west to the east. ”

There was a commotion in everyone, and their eyes fell on Du Fu, who was standing at the corner of the pavilion with a thin figure and a vicissitudes of life, Du Fu stood there without saying a word, his face expressionless.

"Okay, this is called poetry, what else is there to say, I don't know how much better than the previous one." Li Linfu stroked his palms and praised.

Li Shizhi snorted and incited, but he couldn't make a sound, because Du Fu's poem was indeed much better than Han Yu's, and his words and sentences were sophisticated and catchy. Although he writes about parting, he is more open-minded and open-minded.

Wang Wei got up and said: "This poem does not need to be commented on, the poetry of the poems is excellent, everyone should have a consensus on this, so we think that this first poem title, Du Fu's one can be the first." ”

Yang Shenjin, Wang Ji and others congratulated Li Linfu loudly and congratulated Xiangguo on his victory.

Li Linfu laughed out loud and arched his hand to Li Shizhi: "Suitable, you can tell those talented people under your command to work harder." Du Fu, did a good job, and he was rewarded when he looked back. ”

Du Fu arched his hand expressionlessly and said, "Thank you Li Xiangguo." ”

In the face of Li Linfu's ridicule, Li Shizhi's face was extremely ugly, Du Fu's poems are indeed better than Han Shilang's, and Li Shizhi himself understands this. But Li Shizhi was annoyed that he did not place his hopes on Han Yu, but put his hopes on Wang Yuan, and this time he was not only disappointed but also annoyed by Wang Yuan.

Li Shizhi said with a gloomy face: "I want to see Wang Yuan's poems, I don't know if it's possible?" ”