When it was time to go, the Qinhuai Poetry Society also developed to its peak.

At this time, the last three students of the Qinhuai Poetry Club also appeared. Two of them are Wu Zheng and Wu Xinyuan from Tokyo, and Huang Han and Huang Qilin, who have been chatting with Su Zhengwen. Of the many students in Jiangnan, only Xiao Zhiyuan came to the end.

However, Xiao Zhiyuan's situation at this time is not optimistic. He wrote a poem before, but Zhang Wenshan only commented that it was acceptable. is worthy of being shortlisted. This made Xiao Zhiyuan, who has been known as the No. 1 talent in Jiangning for a long time, a little unable to step down.

Although, Mr. Wenshan finally encouraged him. However, it is difficult for him to forgive himself. I think of Mr. Wenshan's entrustment before the poetry meeting. He was under a lot of pressure.

Now, Zhang Wenshan threw out the last question of the night. In the scenery of Jiangning, take one of them. There is no restriction on genre.

This topic, although it seems to be loosely placed, is also simple. However, these students were still frowning as if they were facing a great enemy. I thought about it.

After all, no one can believe Mr. Wenshan's seemingly simple subject anymore. In one night, Mr. Wenshan smiled and threw out one simple question after another, and as a result, hundreds of students were eliminated under this simple question. The last one who was promoted was also scolded for being bloody.

In the quiet hall, everyone held their breath. His eyes were focused on the three talented people in the field. On the huge floor, the sound of heartbeats seems to be clear.

Finally, Huang Han, who was sitting on the far left, thought about it for a long time. He put down the wine glass in his hand and called to the attendant behind him. After the attendant set up the four treasures of the study, he picked up the brush, thought for a while, and began to write.

And after he put down the pen, Wu Zheng beside him, with a smile on his face, also began to write.

Sitting opposite, Xiao Zhiyuan, who was under Prince Ning's seat, took a deep breath and also began to write.

After a few breaths, the three students stopped writing one after another. "I'll write it. Please Mr. Wenshan and Lord Ning take a look! ”

The three students clasped their fists and respectfully said to Wu Ningyuan and Zhang Wenshan on the main seat.

Naturally, there are people in the royal palace who have poetry clubs, and they put away the poems from the desks of these students. It was then handed over to the examiner above. The examiner placed the three pieces on the table in front of the main seat.

Zhang Wenshan nodded, holding a teacup in one hand and a piece of rice paper in the other, and then nodded with a smile.

"It's still a very good song!"

Finally, after a long wait. Zhang Wenshan held a piece of rice paper full of flowing handwriting, and a smile appeared on his face. Said to King Ning beside him.

After Wang Ye Ning took a look, he nodded and said, "Finally, there is a work that can be seen!" Examiner Hu, you can read it to everyone! ”

Many talented people raised their heads one after another and looked at Zhang Wenshan with blank eyes. are all speculating whether Mr. Wenshan is talking about his own song.

Examiner Hu respectfully said yes, and then took the lyrics from Ning Wangye's hand and glanced at it, and said to many students with a smile: "This is a five-character Yuefu poem written by Gongzi An Cough, and he read it out in frustration: "Jinling is ancient and victorious, and I think far away at night." Bai said Yu Gu Tower, Qingshan saw the Six Dynasties. Yan fan flower bottom lane, crow scattered willow Yin Bridge. Qinhuai water under the city, flat and self-ebbing. ”

After the examiner finished reading, Zhang Wenshan put down the teacup and said to the students: "This poem is in love with the scene." It is quite a legacy of the Tang Dynasty. What a poem! ”

After that, he turned his head to Wu Ningyuan and said, "Ning Yuangong, I think that Huang Han's poem should be the best in this Qinhuai poetry meeting!" ”

Wu Ningyuan shook his head and smiled, glanced at Zhang Wenshan, who had some regret on his face, and sighed: "It can only be like this!" ”

Huang Han, who was sitting in the lower seat, was nervously listening to the poetry of the two elders, after hearing that his work had become the best of the night. A smug smile finally appeared on his face.

He hurriedly stood up, bowed to Zhang Wenshan and said, "Thank you Mr. Wenshan for your comment!" ”

Zhang Wenshan glanced at him lightly, nodded and said, "Huang Gongzi, don't be proud." You must remember the truth that there is no end to learning! ”

Listening to Zhang Wenshan's slightly helpless tone, Wu Ningyuan shook his head with a smile.

Although Zhang Wenshan had pinned his hopes on Xiao Zhiyuan, Wenshan still adhered to a rigorous academic attitude. did not make a judgment against his will because of his preference for the surname.

"Yes, students should remember Mr. Wenshan's words!" After Huang Han replied respectfully, his expression when he turned to look at the students took a big turn.

He smiled proudly, clasped his fists and said to the other students: "Haha, Huang is studying in Tokyo, and Master Kang Mingxian is studying under his seat." Today, I came to the Qinhuai Poetry Club, but I didn't want to win the first prize in the poetry club. Thank you for your commitment! Ha ha! ”

"Hmph, the villain has a will!"

Someone below was not angry and scolded in a low voice.

At this time, most of the people in the audience bowed their heads and remained silent. The atmosphere is extraordinarily quiet. Therefore, this abrupt voice is particularly harsh.

The smug smile on Huang Han's face suddenly froze. His eyes instantly became a little vicious.

He sneered, unfolded the folding fan, squinted his eyes and glanced at it, and the students below said, "Oh? I don't know if it's that genius who has an opinion on this son, can he stand up. Hehe, hiding in the dark and saying bad things about people is not a gentleman's style! ”

With that, he squinted his eyes with a mocking smile and glanced at the students below who were bowing their heads.

Today, the Jiangnan students are all wiped out. At this time, Huang Han used the word genius to describe Jiangnan Xuezi, which was really provocative and sarcastic.

"Don't look for it, it's me!"

At this time, a young man in his twenties walked out of the crowd, he glanced at Huang Han with impatient eyes, waved his hand and frowned.

Lu Heng, who was at the back of the crowd, couldn't help but smile a little after seeing the young man who came out.

Sure enough, it was him!

Just after Zhang Wenshan said that Huang Han was the first name, Lu Heng saw this guy and pouted disdainfully. seems to be very disdainful of Huang Han winning the first place. I didn't expect this to really pop up.

"Oh? I don't know who this talented man's surname is? I just said that, but I was not convinced that my son won the first place? Huang Han sat down, held a cup of tea, and said to the young man with a sneer.

"Don't call me a genius, although I spend a few days studying, but I don't dare to boast of being a genius." After the young man waved his hand to interrupt Huang Han's words, he said to Huang Han with a smile: "However, in my opinion. Huang Gongzi's poem tonight is good. However, it is far from the top spot in Jiangnan! ”

"Wang Liye, you are a person who is engaged in cheap business. What qualifications do you have to judge Huang Yushi's son? At this time, Su Zhengwen, who was beside Huang Han, jumped out and pointed at the young man and shouted insults.

This young man is the second son of the Jiangning Palace. is Wang Tingzhi's second brother. The real decision-maker of the royal government's commercial affairs, Wang Liye. He is also the boss of the Qin Huai Poetry Club tonight.

Originally, Wang Liye was the sponsor of the poetry club. Such remarks should not have been made. This seems to be more than worth the loss for a businessman.

However, some time ago, Mr. Fang also said some things.

One of the most important points is that Lord Wang Jianfei was dismissed, and it seems that it is precisely because of the joint framing of Huang Gongzi's father, Huang Yushi and Zuo Servant An Peng.

Now that the enemies meet, they are very red-eyed. Wang Liye, who has always treated people with generosity, is also a little out of control at this time.

He glanced at Su Zhengwen disdainfully, and then directly chose to ignore it.

After that, with that mocking look in his eyes, he looked at Huang Han and said: "Since Huang Gongzi is the eldest son of the current Yushi Lord, he is naturally a person with hands and eyes. These times, a song called Jiangbei Pavilion Nostalgia circulated in Jiangning, Huang Gongzi has also heard of it!"

Wang Liye sneered and looked at Huang Han, whose expression was a little flickering, then turned his head and said to many Jiangnan Xuezi: "Tell me, students, what is the name of Huang Gongzi's poem tonight, compared to this Jiangbei Pavilion nostalgia, how is it?" ”

After hearing Wang Liye's remarks, many Jiangnan students also nodded,

In the crowd, someone agreed: "It's really a lot worse!" ”

"What is almost the same, compared to other people's words, his poem by Huang Han is simply a piece of shit!"

"It's not even as good as shit!"

The crowd suddenly became noisy and mixed. The discord is getting louder. And on stage, Huang Han's face became more and more ugly.

Finally, he couldn't stand the attack of everyone in unison. The handsome face was hideous and terrifying, and he suddenly jumped up from the chair and slammed the tea bowl in his hand to the ground.

As the porcelain bowl broke into countless flying pieces, Huang Han said angrily to Wang Liye: "Haha, you keep saying that the word is good." Okay, if you can let the author of this poem come out, I, Huang, will have nothing to say and admit defeat on the spot. ”

When this sentence was spoken, the Jiangnan students became dumb again.

The noisy scene became calm again.

Huang Han glanced at Jiangnan Xuezi with a sneer, then sat down, opened the folding fan and shook it twice, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid, this author is also a fame and reputation fisherman." The words that I bought with money are just deliberately showy! ”

Wang Liye did not look panicked, but looked like he was in the chest.

He hugged his arms and said to Huang Han with a sneer: "Heh, I'm afraid that when this author appears, you Huang Gongzi will really lose face!" ”

Huang Han smiled gloomily in his eyes, tilted his head and said to Wang Liye: "Oh? Then you will invite this talented man out and let Huang open his eyes! ”

He was convinced that the author was not there, so he was still full of confidence.

Wang Liye laughed, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the back of the crowd. The eyes of everyone present followed with Wang Liye's pace. Until Wang Liye walked to the last table, saluted a scholar in a green cloth shirt with a respectful expression, and then spoke to the scholar with a sincere face.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They looked at each other and were full of puzzlement.

Who is this man?

Wang Liye is sincere, but he is extremely sincere. Lu Heng felt a big headache. He looked at Wang Liye in front of him with tears and laughter, chasing ducks to the shelves. My heart was full of helplessness.

raised his head, and just met Wang Ye Ning, who was sitting on the main seat, frowning and smiling at himself. Zhang Wenshan, on the other hand, stroked his beard and laughed happily.

These two old are not serious!

Lu Heng couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

This old man is really unrighteous. I thought he was hiding his identity, but I didn't expect it to be known all over the city.

No wonder the two old men just now, looking like an old monk in a settled position, ignored the quarrel in front of them. It turned out that he had already calculated himself and calculated himself.