After Master Xianping and the others discussed in the pavilion for a while, everyone walked out together, and the exam questions of the poetry club were all on the spot, and even the six masters didn't know about it.

"All the talented people who participated in the poetry meeting, please come forward," Master Xianping said in a loud voice.

The five disciples of the Lin family and three foreign aids, plus Zhao Wuregret, a total of nine people, the least of the six, several people walked forward and stood with several other families.

"Hmph," a crisp voice came from the side, Zhao Wuregret turned his eyes and saw that it was Ouyang Wan's little girl who was pouting to express her dissatisfaction, they were originally standing with the Lin family, and now the two of them happened to be standing at the front, and it was impossible to be unnoticeable in a 'couple outfit'.

Zhao Wuregret was clear and handsome, Ouyang Wan was pretty and colorful, and the two stood together, and they suddenly compared those pretentious scholars.

Master Xianping first smiled and said, "Today's poetry will be held in this temple, and Lao Naxi is the landlord, so he will make the question first," he paused and said, "I have always loved poetry in Jiangnan, and the first game today is to compose poems. ”

"May I ask the master, do you want to make only one song or multiple songs?" Ouyang Wan asked playfully.

"Hehe, this, you can have one, if you can make more than one poem, it is better, but when we judge, only take the best, not win by quantity, of course, if the two are at the same level, then the one with more poems wins." Master Xianping explained with a smile.

When everyone heard this, they dispersed, and Zhao Wuregret returned to the Lin family's station, found a girl and asked for a pot of rice wine, and sat on the blanket and sipped comfortably.

The Ouyang family and the Lin family got together, and Ouyang Wan also came over, she wanted to be angry when she saw this scene, she "snorted", walked over and took Wei Zihan and Lin Ruoyi's hands and said, "Sister Wei, Sister Lin, why did you ask some useless guys to help this time?"

Wei Zihan and Lin Ruoyi smiled and said nothing when they saw this, if someone else said so, the two would be angry, but they have known this little girl for so long, and they know that she is a spoiled child and has no scheming.

Seeing that the two of them didn't answer, Ouyang Wan pouted and laughed again, "I have the fruit wine just shipped from Dali here, do you want to taste it?" After speaking, without waiting for the two to speak, they pulled them to the side.

Savoring Ouyang Wan's words just now, when she met just now, she called Wei Zihan 'Sister Wei' twice, and she was in front of Sister Lin, and Lin Ruoyi's face was as usual, indicating that she had seen this kind of situation a lot before.

But whether it is the Lin family or the Ouyang family, they all belong to the category of the family, and there are strict rules on etiquette, Ouyang Wan will never be wrong, so what is Wei Zihan's identity? Why do you want to call yourself Lin Ruoyi's maid?

"Ah, it's Xu Yuanzhi who is crazy, so I think of good poetry."

"I'll take a look."

Zhao Wuregret was awakened by the noise, and when he looked up, he saw that the mad student was walking towards the desk with his head up, it seemed that he had gained, and several scholars were praising excitedly, and after a closer look, it turned out that they were all from the Xu family.

Xu Yuanzhi even wrote with his head tilted to the sky, threw the pen away after writing, and walked away without speaking, Huang Fujun looked bad at the time, which made Zhao Wuregret secretly despise, if you have the ability to be crazy, you can only call it a cow*, and if you don't have the ability to be crazy, you have to pretend there, that is called stupid*.

After Xu Yuanzhi wrote the poem, several more people stepped forward to present their poems, but they all saluted and greeted the three judges.

"Have you ever thought of a poem?" A gust of fragrant wind hit, and when I looked up, it turned out to be Lin Ruoyi and Wei Zihan who came to my side.

Zhao Wuregret stood up and didn't see Ouyang Wan, so he smiled and said, "It's okay, I thought of a song that can finally be delivered." ”

"Childe doesn't have to be modest, with your literary talent, the poems you make must be excellent," Lin Ruoyi said while holding a jade fist.

In the past two or three days, Lin Ruoyi will go to Zhao Wuregret's small courtyard on time every day to listen to him tell the story of Journey to the West, whenever she talks about the highlights of the story, she can't help but expose her true nature, Wei Zihan just reminded her that she would forget it after a while, and then Jie simply didn't care, which made Zhao Wuregret reacquaint himself with this innocent and lovely Lin Ruoyi.

Lin Ruoyi, who took off her disguise, was very happy with Zhao Wuregret in the past two days, immersed in the story, let go of her defense, didn't have to pull her face every day, and the two were no longer so rusty, and occasionally they could make a little joke or something.

Seeing that everyone almost went to write a poem, Zhao Wuregret was not good at getting stuck in time, he walked to the desk, thought about it, and wrote a poem with Feibai, as an appraiser, he would know a lot of fonts, but only Feibai was fine, this is still the deity practiced under the oppression of his mother for more than ten years, and finally cheapened himself.

Returning to the original place, Ouyang Wan was hugging Lin Ruoyi and saying something, seeing Zhao Wuregret coming over, Ouyang Wan said with a deliberate smile, "I didn't play well today, I only wrote three poems, alas, it's all because I didn't rest yesterday." ”

Zhao Wuregret couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard it, if this girl didn't have a false name, that is, she really had two brushes, and she had to write three poems in such a short time, she definitely couldn't do it, and it was almost the same to say that she was a limerick.

After thinking about it, he walked to the desk again and wrote a new poem, at which time the three judges were reading a poem around and applauding from time to time, which made the scholars itch, but they did not dare to come forward to watch.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Master Xianping stepped forward and said, "If there is anyone who has not written poetry, please come forward now, otherwise you should be punished with giving up." ”

Asked again, seeing that no one came forward, Master Xianping smiled and said, "Since this is the case, then the three of us will take away these poems, and you will rest for a while, and announce the ranking later." After saying that, someone sent the paper on which he wrote the poem to the pavilion and gave it to the three of them for review.

The poems are divided into three parts, and each person judges one of them, and the good poems are selected first, but for the sake of fairness, the bad ones cannot be discarded, and the other two can only look at them, and if they think there are good ones, they can also be selected.

The three people who feel that the level is not good are all put aside, and the excellent ones are decided by the three of them together, which ensures fairness to the greatest extent.

After a while, all the paper is only about seven or eight left, the winner of the first round today will be selected from them, there are three people who feel that they will win, the first is the crazy Xu Yuanzhi, knowing that the poetry will be held in the Daming Temple, he has come here deliberately, observed the surrounding environment, can roughly guess a little topic, and has made a lot of poems before, and finally used it today.

The second is Ouyang Wan's little lady, she is called the first talented woman in Yangzhou, but it is not in vain, today's three poems feel good about herself and full of confidence.

The third is, of course, Zhao Wuregret, he comes from later generations, and all he copied are good poems that have been passed down through the ages.