The arrival of the eunuch surprised several judges, so they hurriedly went to greet him, the eunuch was the emperor's father-in-law, he only smiled after seeing a few judges, and then explained the intention, it turned out that the emperor Li Yan attached great importance to this poem, so the title of this poem, the emperor wanted to come out by himself.

The emperor is interested, naturally he can do anything, for this, the judges can't say anything, so they have to greet it again and again, and then take the envelope sent by the emperor and keep it properly, so that only the emperor Li Yan knows the title of this poem.

Father-in-law Xi seemed to be able to understand Emperor Li Yan's intentions very well, so when he left, he specially instructed the judges not to make any mistakes.

Of course, although Father-in-law Xi only instructed such a sentence, but those judges have been in the court for many years, how can they not understand what this means? In fact, they have already seen from the emperor Li Yan's own question, their emperor, that is not trusting them, does the emperor just want to make his own questions for fun?

After Grandpa Xi left, several judges knew about it, so after discussing other things, they all dispersed.

The day passed like this, and when the night came, there was a slight wind, and the night breeze in late spring was soft, like the whisper of a lover in the ear, and it sounded so moving.

Nangong Yan and Wen Wan'er are preparing for Su Wuming's poetry tomorrow, in fact, they are very confident in their husbands, so the so-called preparation is just a set of clothes, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The wooden leaves outside the window were rustling, and Wen Wan'er came next to Su Wuming, and asked, "What is Xianggong looking at?" ”

Su Wuming smiled, in fact, he was looking at everything, and he didn't look at anything, he was just feeling the wind of this twilight spring, the night of twilight spring, sometimes, what a person needs is nothing more than that.

There was nothing to say all night, early the next morning, the scholars of Chang'an City went out of the city, and then walked to the examination site, there are several examination sites, but they are not very far away, there are numbers in addition to the name on the waist card, the test venue is numbered, how many numbers to how many numbers in this venue, how many numbers to how many numbers to go to that venue, these have already been booked.

Su Wuming's brand is relatively backward, so he went to a more remote place, the judge of the examination room is Chen Xin, according to Su Wuming, Chen Xin has one in sixty this year, although his status is not high in the court, but his knowledge is rare and unattainable, among these six judges, it can be said to be the best, and if a person is knowledgeable, he will naturally be strict with many things, especially in terms of knowledge, so Su Wuming is very clear, if you want to make this Chen Xin really amazed, it must be a good word.

Everyone walked to the test venue one after another, the scenery along the way is very beautiful, verdant trees, faint fragrance of flowers, there are gurgling streams in the distance, and the occasional birdsong makes this place even more quiet, of course, this quiet beauty is gone after all the talents have arrived.

Everyone talked to each other about what the topic of the poetry competition would be, and some people who had the way were talking about their speculations exaggeratedly, of course, many people knew that the topic of the poetry competition was personally written by the emperor Li Yan.

The competition is not very strict, and there is no need to be strict, this is originally a grand event in Datang, it is said to be to compete for the name of the first genius in Datang, but it can be said to be an exchange between talents, and it is not indispensable.

After Hua Lang sat down, he took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that his two wives had prepared for him, and in addition to these, there was also a pot of wine, after seeing that pot of wine, Su Wuming was a little dumbfounded, thinking that he must have said that Li Baidou had written a hundred poems about wine before, so they prepared wine for themselves, so as not to drink wine to cheer up when they were not inspired.

There was still some time before the start of the competition, Su Wuming was bored, so he observed the people around him while drinking, but after observing like this, he didn't meet familiar people, Su Wuming shrugged, poured another sip of wine, and thought, there are so many talents in this competition, it is really not easy to meet people you know.

After drinking such a pot of wine, Su Wuming was already faintly drunk, and at this time, Chen Xin walked around surrounded by a group of people, his old body walked very slowly, every step he took, but he also glanced at the talents, it was not a very long way, but he took twice as long as others, but although he walked slowly, no one dared to say anything.

If a person has strength and status, he will not say anything to others, Chen Xin's behavior shows that he is a little arrogant, at least in the face of these young talents, he wants to rely on the old and sell the old.

Perhaps, his arrogance comes from jealousy, think back then, he was also young, and he was also known as a merry genius, but now he is an old man, many young people can do, but he can no longer do it.

At this time, many of the talented people below are secretly envious, thinking when will they be able to be admired and have a noble status like Chen Xin?

Su Wuming was also thinking, but he didn't envy it, he just realized the importance of power from Chen Xin's form.

After Chen Xin sat down, he immediately tore open the envelope handed over by the emperor, he didn't have to explain to those talented people that the envelope was intact, because with an identity like him, there was really no need to do such a cheap thing.

After taking out the paper in the envelope, Chen Xin glanced at it, there were only two words on it, he bowed his head slightly, and then ordered to go down, and after the order to go down, one of them first stood on the stage and shouted loudly: "The title of this poem is Biansai." ”

After shouting on the stage, the man ran into the distance, shouting as he ran, after all, there were too many contestants here, and if they didn't do this, the people behind would not hear what the topic was.

Su Wuming sat not very far back, nor very forward, when the man shouted for the first time, he didn't hear clearly, but when the man ran down and shouted the second time, he already understood, and when he heard the title of the poem, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise, because he couldn't understand it, in this spring season, why did they ask them to write poems related to Biansai?

Among these people, I'm afraid that few of them have actually been to Biansai, so wouldn't it be difficult for many people?

Su Wuming feels that things are by no means simple, Datang's Biansai poems are a very unique landscape, reading Biansai poems makes people feel a sense of pride in their hearts, a sense of heroism, and most of the men in Datang are also keen to establish meritorious deeds in the frontier, but this is all before, at this time, the Tang Dynasty has reached the moment of the waning days, and Biansai seems to have already become a thing of the past, and it is too far away from the literati and scholars of the Tang Dynasty.

Su Wuming raised his head slightly and glanced at Chen Xin who was seated, he didn't think that an old man like Chen Xin would still care about the side, and the other judges were similar to Chen Xin, and they had already lost their pride, so ...... Thinking of this, Su Wuming suddenly understood, it must be the emperor, it must be the emperor Li Yan's topic.

That emperor doesn't want to govern martial arts, so as to live for generations and bring infinite glory to his children and grandchildren, and now this emperor Li Yan, he is still very young, and he still has pride in his heart, he is called Wuzong, and it is not without reason to think about it.

After thinking of this, Su Wuming smiled lightly, in an era of dynastic that is about to be defeated, it is not a good thing for a king to be fond of martial arts, because war only brings disasters, but this is not very applicable to Datang, because Datang is a very unique dynasty, when a king is fond of martial arts, it can arouse the ambition of the people.

Su Wuming also heard about the affairs in the court a few days ago, and thought that Li Yan came up with such a topic, also because he had no military power in his hands and was depressed in his heart, otherwise with his temperament, it was really possible to be like what was written in Biansai's poem, and thousands of battalions would call together.

Time is only the time of a stick of incense, when Su Wuming thought about this, time was already slowly passing, and at this time, there were bursts of recitation from other competition venues, after hearing those voices, Su Wuming quickly understood, it must be some people who wrote quickly, and handed it in after writing, and after those judges read it, they felt good, so they chanted in public.

And why those judges want to do this, in fact, it is not difficult to understand, there are six judges, each judge is in charge of a competition venue, although everyone usually discusses things together, there is nothing to worry about, but after all, they represent different camps, if they encounter a good poem and they chant it and cause a sensation, then this talent must be grateful to them, so as to increase the strength and prestige of their faction.

Isn't it for the sake of their efforts to win the judges' seats?

Moreover, poetry is a grand event, if there are good poems that are not known to everyone, isn't it no different from the night walk in brocade? If there is something good, you have to say it, and no one will let go of things that benefit others and yourself.

Soon, a few poems came from other examination rooms, each poem was signed, Su Wuming found that the first one to come was Yuan Zhongwen, the son of Yuan Zhen, his poetry is brilliant, the words and sentences are all upper-level, and the idea is also very good, but when I read it, I more or less lacked a trace of heroism.

Thinking of his son of the great writer Yuan Zhen, he needs to go to Biansai to experience hardships, so there are some things that he can't write, and he has to experience them himself before he can write them.

However, it is also extremely good to be able to write poems that he is not good at so beautifully, so it is not an exaggeration to praise him.

Yuan Zhongwen's arena is the examination room of Changsun Yu's side, and it is normal to think that with Yuan Zhongwen's identity, it is normal to belong to the Li Party, so coupled with the praise and praise of the Li Party personnel, this poem by Yuan Zhongwen can be said to have come to a good start.

In addition to Yuan Zhongwen, there are several other people who also write poems well.