Wu Jing finished reading it slightly, and his face was expectant.

However, even Wu Mosang, who was next to him, was stroking his forehead, with a look of unbearability, obviously even she was not optimistic about her father's poem, Li Fengwu also sighed secretly, in terms of poetry, the Great Song Dynasty could not compare to the Tang Dynasty, but unfortunately there was only one Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Written in half a moment, this poem is a little neat, barely passing, and the artistic conception is also there, but it always makes people feel that the artistic conception is poor, as if there is a door in front of it, and you can see a vast sky when you open this door, and this poem is just missing the foot of the door.

It's not a good work, but it's also a good poem.

At least six or seven people in Huihui Building heard that after Wu Jingluo finished reading, he compared it with the poem he thought in his chest, and then gave up, the poem he thought of was not as good as this shabby showman, how could he compete with Mu to ask Su Ziyi?

There was stroking applause, and Wu Jingluo's face faded suddenly, leaving only sadness.

It seems that he can't ride the weathered dragon after all, and this time the society will be the same as many societies he participated in on the previous study tour, and he will return empty-handed, and he will not be able to gain a reputation at all.

After all, Su Ziyi is the master, got up and said with a smile: "Brother Wu's poem is excellent, the iron horse looks at Guan Mountain, Wu Hook Yao Jiang Li, it should be a portrayal of my Great Song Xiongshi at the border pass at this time, over time, Brother Wu's talent will inevitably shine in Jinghua, and let this society leave a beautiful talk." ”

Wu Jingluo has been living in Su Garden for the past few days, and Su Ziyi has seen clearly that this person is not pregnant and infertile, but that he really has no talent in his arms, but after all, he is a scholar, and he still has to give him some face.

Wu Jingluo nodded and thanked Su Ziyi, and sat down gloomily.

Wu Mosang, a girl on the side, gently pulled her father's clothes, her little eyes were full of anxiety, afraid that her father would have a heart disease because of this, Wu Jingluo saw her daughter, smiled slightly and signaled that she was not in the way.

After Wu Jingluo, two or three people got up and chanted their own works, with Wu Jingluo throwing bricks in front, and the works of the next two or three people were not bad, but they were not brilliant, let alone amazing.

Seeing that no one spoke again, everyone looked at Su Ziqi and Mu to ask.

Shikui must be among these two.

As for the two scholars brought by Lu Fangweng, Yang Mai, a scholar in green shirts, just talked with Li Fengwu, a scholar in white, for a while, and did not get up to publicize his works.

Su Ziqi looked at Mu and asked, with a handsome smile: "Brother Mu, please first?" ”

Mu Zhiwen heard the words and flirted with his shirt, and the resentment of being robbed by Li Fengwu because of the limelight had gradually calmed down, and he gestured calmly: "Brother Su, please first." ”

The gentleman's friendship is in front of him.

Chinese civilization has been inherited for thousands of years, and the ideas of loyalty, filial piety, courtesy, faithfulness and righteousness are like a string of pearls, even in the Yuan Dynasty, where reading is as cheap as a dog, these basic virtues still shine with brilliance, not to mention the Southern Song Dynasty, which is clear and clear.

Su Ziyi smiled, let out a sigh of relief, carried it with one hand, supported it on his chest with the other, and groaned: "The spring breeze plates the old saddle, the cold light drags the wall, Zhongmou drives the wolf, who remembers Chang'an?" ”

After Su Ziyi finished reciting, he looked at the group with his hands behind his back, and he had the spirit of a scholar who scolded Fang Xuan, and for a while, the wind and flow exuded from his body were fascinating, and even the well-informed Yelu Maitreya secretly sighed that this Su Gongzi is a good skin.

As soon as this poem came out, Huihui Building was silent.

After a long time, there were cheers everywhere, the same is a five-word quatrain, Su Ziyi's poem is far better than Wu Jingluo, the spring breeze plating the old saddle, referring to the old dynasty Zhang Jun new spring breeze proud, thanks to the will of the official family in addition to the privy envoy to supervise the teacher Huaishang, the cold light trails the wall pass, it refers to the Northern Expeditionary soldiers from Lingbi, Zhongmou to drive the wolf, a few sentences point out that the great Song Dynasty king's majesty is like the Sun Zhongmou of the Three Kingdoms, the last sentence who remembers Chang'an can be called the finishing touch.

Chang'an here, of course, does not refer to Chang'an, the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, but alludes to Kaifeng, the old capital of the Great Song Dynasty, the imperial capital of the previous dynasty alludes to the capital of the old dynasty, which can be called perfect, the whole poem quotes the current situation, and borrows the classics, and the last sentence is the finishing touch to point out the common thoughts of the people of the Great Song Dynasty today.

It's really a rare good poem.

Lu You bowed slightly, Su Ziyi is really talented, although this poem also has flaws, but it was made within half a moment, and it will be carefully crafted in the future, and it may not become a masterpiece through the ages.

Mi Youren, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and smiled proudly.

The top student of this branch was shocked, got up and bowed slightly: "Brother Su, such a masterpiece will definitely leave a name for eternity." ”

Su Ziyi was proud, his face was humble and calm, and he returned the salute with a smile, "Brother Mu has won the award, presumably Brother Mu has already made a good work, please don't hide it, let me wait for the color of Mu Zhuangyuan." ”

is the same young man, all of them are the age of the heart higher than the sky, this age, there is more of a god first and I second mind, how can there be no competitive heart, Su Ziyi's brilliant poem aroused Mu to ask for ambition, and when he heard the words, he was no longer modest, and said with a smile: "Then it will be ugly." ”

got up and said to the landing tour: "It's also the first five words, and please ask Mr. to correct the axe." ”

Lu You bowed, "Don't dare to be, please." ”

Mu waited to ask and read: "The contemptible husband has a six-foot body, he is pitching and sighing, and he is on the road, and his happiness is rotten." The book spread to Kyushu, the generals crossed the river together, fell into the sky with guns, and the columns were chaotic. ”

The building was boiling.

Su Ziyi's poem, with the finishing touch in the middle of the fair, is also enchanting, then Mu to ask this poem, is the mountain high and the moon is small after the big water blowing the river, a gentle paving after the steep waves, the magnificence of the artistic conception has reached a higher level.

does not use words and sentences, but in terms of artistic conception alone, it surpasses Su Ziyi.

The literati are light, even if Mu Zhiwen has long had the name of the champion, most of the scholars in this Zhenjiang are not used to him, and they always feel that it is a boastful reputation, but as soon as this poem came out, many people were convinced.

Even Su Ziyi had to sigh secretly for it, and the talent of the champion really deserved his reputation.

Su Ziqi originally wanted to compete with Mu Zhiqing, as long as he can learn to defeat Mu Zhiwen today, in the spring of next year, even if he can't pass the test, he can boast proudly in Shilin, and Mu Zhiqing's poetry and literary talent is not as good as my Su Ziyi.

But at this time, after comparison, I found that Mu Beiwen's poetry talent was far better than his own.

Su Ziyi couldn't help but feel sad, a little bit of the state of mind of Zhou Gongjin back then, both to be asked, why did he give birth to me Su Ziyi.

When Mu waited for the question, he sat down and sat down quietly, without the slightest anxious look in his eyes.

Mi Youren opened his eyes again, smiled, glanced at his proud protégé Su Ziyi, and secretly said that this son has demons, and he must find a time to enlighten him.

A hundred years have passed, and now everyone knows the wind of Su Xian, how many people still remember the champion of the gold list that year?

Lu You glanced at Li Fengwu without a trace, and then smiled and sighed to everyone: "Huizi's poem has been perfected, and there is no word to comment on, if there is no accident, it should be the poet of the Su Yuan Society, which is really a blessing for the poet." ”

Even Lu Fangweng of the Lu clan in Shanyin said so, and everyone was impressed.

The poet of the Su Yuan Society is none other than Mu to be asked.