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Two months, just two months of learning to write the legend of the White Snake, what the hell is this?

He didn't believe it a little, the people below didn't believe it, the little county lord next to him was the one who didn't believe it, she looked at Liu Yuanshan suspiciously, and her crisp voice resounded through the cold and silent hall: "Little liar, put away your tricks, don't talk nonsense!" ”

Liu Yuanshan smiled bitterly, and secretly said that no one believed the truth.

Zhu Yiming turned his head to Lord Huang, who turned to look at Wang Xiucai.

Now everyone thought that Liu Yuanshan's enlightenment teacher was Wang Xun, and their eyes immediately focused on him.

Wang Xun's eyes were colorful, he cleaned up his shirt and sat down, and said slowly in a tone that pretended to be extremely forced: "Strictly speaking, San Lang, uh, Yuanshan only started to read and write with me two months ago, and many words are still not good at writing!" ”

"What?" Zhu Yiming was shocked.

His gaze fell on Liu Yuanshan's body again, and this time the meaning was a little different.

Fourteen years old, just less than two months of school, can write the legend of the White Snake?

Now the legend of the white snake in his mind is no longer a vulgar word, but a word for word, after all, this is written by a child who has just learned from school, such a person is generally a genius once in a century.

For example, Xie Jin, such as Yang Shen, such as Uncle Zhang, who brought the Liao Wang's family back to life!

Daming Zhongxing is hopeful!

Zhu Yiming said a word silently in his heart, and looked at his daughter beside him.

"Shigong is so blessed, he can be such a disciple, I think that when the children's examination is opened next year, this child will definitely be on the list!" Lord Huang changed his contempt just now, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

Wang Xiucai smiled, very happy in his heart.

"Okay, let's not talk about anything else, today is a poetry meeting for appreciating snow and plum blossoms, so let's get to the point, start now!" Zhu Yiming waved his hand, leaned back obliquely, and looked at the scholars present, his face full of eager expressions.

Although the children in the palace cannot participate in the imperial examination, reading is a fashion and a symbol of culture.

Zhu Yiming has read poetry since he was a child, and he was also a literary and artistic young man, and he was quite enthusiastic about the way of poetry.

Lord Huang smiled and said: "Then let's start, since it is to appreciate the snow and taste the plum, today I will take this two things as the theme, first the snow and then the plum, the old man sells an old man, first come to a song of seven laws!" ”

Let's say, get up from your seat, and a small official has already unfolded a piece of snow-white rice paper at the table, waiting to transcribe the poems that the county magistrate is about to blurt out.

Lord Huang had actually been prepared for a long time, pretending to walk slowly to the window at this moment, looking at the snowfall outside the window, and chanting slowly: "The north wind blows the Zen family overnight, and the west garden of the ancient temple is prosperous. Xiaolai pushes the window full of eyes, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers carved silver flowers! ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

As soon as Lord Huang finished an ordinary poem, there was a burst of praise below, most of those talents were his protégés, so naturally they could not be slandered.

After writing a poem, Lord Huang retreated to his seat, knowing that his poems were average, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "The old man's usual tightness is aimed at throwing bricks and attracting jade. It's better for you young people to write poems and lyrics, so let's join in the fun. ”

"Go on!"

There was a commotion among the people below, followed by two people who came forward, each of whom made a poem about the snow.

The status of lifting people is much higher than that of Xiucai, even if people's poems are written like shit, they have to be allowed to come first, and all of them have to come out and brag to each other.

Since ancient times, there are countless Yongxue poems that have emerged in the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties, many of which are famous and unknown, it can be said that the snow has been written by the people of the past dynasties, and it is difficult to write the snow out of the heart.

Since it is difficult to write the deep meaning and heart, everyone can only write about the vulgar and the public, anyway, after writing it, it will only be praised, as long as it is not famous in history.

For so many years, so many literati and elegant associations have come over like this.

This time, nature is no exception.

"Next!" Lord Huang's gaze fell on Xiucai below.

"I'm coming!" Ye Yunhe smiled and stood up from the crowd. After Jinshi and the two masters have finished writing, the following is Xiucai, there is no distinction between high and low ranks, he will be the first bird.

Ye Yunhe walked to the front of the stage by himself, squeezed the little official who was holding a pen to write, took care of himself with a pen, and wrote the five big characters of "Listening to the White Snake in the Snow" on the snow-white rice paper, and held the paper in the air after writing, and said: "The day before yesterday, I listened to the story of the white snake Xu Xian outside the temple gate, and today I will write a poem about the snow on the bridge, please comment!" ”

As soon as he said this, many people at the scene were excited. Many people are thinking: This is the Xiaojue Temple West Garden Poetry Club, is it a bit too far-fetched to pull the snow on the broken bridge of the West Lake.

Ye Yunhe doesn't care, what he wants is not the appreciation or criticism of others, his purpose is very strong, just to attract the attention of the little county lord.

Sure enough, when he heard that it was related to the white snake, the little county lord looked at it with a fascinated expression.

Ye Yunhe's heart fluttered slightly, and he secretly said that this move was still right.

Next, he paced to the window, looked at the snow all over the ground thoughtfully, and then, in a loud voice, recited aloud: "Yao Chi flies to Qiongyu Piece!" ”

The clerk shook his head and returned to his desk to write.

Yao Chi flew to Qiongyu pieces, suspected to be immortals near the water.

The immortal turned into a Lin'an concubine, and listened to Xu Xian in Yanbo Harbor.

The north wind sent cold overnight, and the ten-mile West Lake was frozen and dried.

Leifeng Pagoda should have a day, and the Sansheng Stone continues the front edge.

"Cut!"

After Ye Yunhe's masterpiece was written, the talents booed, this poem is not only vulgar but also has no heart, if there is anything outstanding, it is written Xu Xian and Leifeng Tower, which entrusts a kind of civilian wish.

Even Liu Yuanshan, who is illiterate, feels too mediocre after listening to such poems.

The little county lord originally wanted Ye Yunhe to make a masterpiece for the white snake Xu Xian, but he was slightly disappointed after hearing this poem, but after all, he wrote his wish, and nodded his head in approval.

Next, some people continued to write poems on stage, some people were indifferent and indifferent, a poetry conference of Yongxue was about to end, Ye Yunhe suddenly stood up, pointed at Liu Yuanshan and said: "This little prodigy is so amazingly talented, he also came out to write a poem about Yongxue." ”

Liu Yuanshan's black line in his head!

Nima, write poetry, Lao Tzu really can't.

As soon as Ye Yunhe said this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Liu Yuanshan.

Liu Yuanshan couldn't help but explain with a wry smile: "Uncles and uncles, don't look at me, the kid has only been studying for two months, and he hasn't even learned a sentence, and he is not born to know, how can he write poetry?" ”

The seniority of the people present was raised a lot, and sure enough, there were many people who stopped in moderation, and nodded in agreement to indicate that what Liu Yuanshan said made sense.

But Ye Yunhe didn't do it, and today he didn't like Liu Yuanshan, so he had to make Liu Yuanshan ugly in front of him.

"Huh!" Ye Yunhe stood up and said to him, "Liu Shentong, how can you say that? Since you are a child prodigy, you should have extraordinary deeds. For example, Luo Bin Wang can write poetry at the age of seven, Bai Juyi, Wang Bo, and even my Chao Xie Gong and Yang Gong are all teenagers who can write poems, and Liu Shentong is now fourteen years old, so he can't even write a poem, right? ”