Quiet......

Surprisingly quiet......

The judges, guests, and spectators on the shore were all shocked.

"The Lantern Festival competes to see the lotus picking boat, and the BMW incense car picks up the pendant. In the dead of night, the lonely lamp still sells rice balls. Distinguished guests hook the curtain to look at the royal street, and the treasures in the city come for a while. There is no way to go in front of the curtain, and you can't return money! The county lord, what a person who can't get money back! ”

At this time, a scholar came out of Luoyang Academy, and this scholar was none other than him. It was Shangguan Sheng, who had previously overwhelmed all the scholars.

The corners of Shangguan Sheng's mouth sneered...... This poetry meeting is very important to him, and the first place will not only get a prize money, but also a place recommended by the state government. As long as you get this place, it means that you will directly participate in the temple examination. He can not have the bonus, he is bound to win this place.

(Chongning four years stipulated, by the school "three rounds" tribute, and the state government issued the [solution test] and the Ministry of Rites tribute examination [provincial examination], directly participate in the palace examination, Daguan three years after the imperial examination only the palace examination, so there is no "provincial yuan" and there is a "Shangshe Kui head" palace examination first name is still called the champion.) It was not until the sixth year of Xuanhe that the "provincial test" was resumed [Ministry of Rites Tribute Yuan Examination])

"County Lord, this poem is very masculine, not written by a woman!"

Shangguan Sheng said directly.

"Huh?"

The shocked judges had an epiphany and nodded their heads one after another. The two judges, who had stood up in excitement, also sat down and seemed to have a sudden realization.

Zhao Wanqi, the county lord who has never heard of it, has such talent......

Zhao Wanqi turned to look at Shangguan Sheng, the corners of her mouth curled.

"What does this brother mean? Wasn't this poem written by the lord of the county? ”

"Don't dare...... How dare you slander the county lord? It's just that I heard that the county lord and Jia Gongzi of Jiafu are acquainted, Jia Gongzi's talent, no one knows, this grand scene, I didn't see Jia Gongzi. It's a pity......"

Shangguan Sheng said calmly, the meaning of these words is self-evident, Zhao Wanqi's poem is to ask Jia Yi to come.

"No wonder...... No wonder ......"

Everyone suddenly realized...... However, after some people suddenly realized, they frowned again. Especially Fan Zhizhou and a few other officials sitting in the seat, they were a little puzzled, who is this Jia Gongzi? Why have I never heard of it?

In the VIP seat, the planter smiled, thinking that if She Yi was here, he could make fun of him again. However, when he sent the invitation to She Yi, he guessed that he would not come.

The woman next to her dressed as a man and her daughter Xiaoyuan also smiled slightly. Seeing her father's strange smile, Chong Xiaoyuan had a puzzled expression on her face.

"Daddy, how happy are you? Could it be that you know Na Jia Gongzi? ”

"Oh, tomboy...... Don't you always hang on to your mouth......"

The planter touched his long beard with his hand.

"What's the matter...... Daddy has wronged his daughter again......"

Xiaoyuan pretended to be a daughter and said coquettishly.

"However, Daddy, Wanqi's poem is indeed asking for Jia Gongzi. Jia Gongzi is so powerful......"

Chong Xiaoyuan leaned into the ear of her father's seed master and whispered.

……

Zhao Wanqi's brows furrowed, and with a bang, she shook off the paper fan in her hand, smiled on her face, and looked Shangguan Sheng up and down.

"Haha, brother Tai has good eyesight...... However, Jia Gongzi wrote more than one song for the lord of this county...... Brothers and sisters, listen up......"

Zhao Wanqi cleared her throat and brewed her emotions, and everyone stopped making noise to see what Zhao Wanqi's next poems were earth-shattering......

In these years, the more capable literati are, the more backbone they have, forced by life or suppressed by Zhao Wanqi's identity, it is understandable to compose a poem for her. Two songs, it is impossible......

If Zhao Wanqi cheats and buys another poem from another person, the styles of the two poems are very different, and the insiders can tell them at once.

Therefore, as long as Zhao Wanqi finishes reading this poem, she will return to her original form.

Zhao Wanqi retracted her gaze disapprovingly, and looked at the lake again, the lake was sparkling and the lights were dim...... Look up at the sky.

In the sky, the full moon is in the sky. Starry ...... She frowned, stunned for a moment, and forgot the first line of the opening of the second poem.

Her big bright eyes blinked, and for a moment she didn't know what to do......

Everyone looked at Zhao Wanqi with expectant eyes......

Fan Wei stood up, pretending to walk to Zhao Wanqi's side unintentionally, and lowered her voice.

"Ahem...... Wanqi, it's almost done, and the ...... begins"

"Ahem...... Xiaowei, how did the first sentence come about, I accidentally forgot ......"

Zhao Wanqi said in a low voice, a little embarrassed......

"Your sister, you can forget it at this time...... The prize money is 1,000 taels of silver......"

Fan Weixing was stunned, with an indignant expression......

"Hey, I remembered...... Okay, go back ...... round."

Zhao Wanqi shook her hand and patted Fan Wei's buttocks......

"Alas, there is an immoral ......"

"In public, alas...... I can't bear to look at ......"

……

Several judges and the audience shook their heads and sighed, although they didn't hear what Fan Wei and Zhao Wanqi said, but the two of them made an indecent behavior of slapping their butts in public...... It's really immoral.

Fan Tong and Fan Zhizhou had black lines on their faces......

"Hi...... Brothers and sisters, don't worry...... The second poem of the lord of this county is brewing, and it is good to listen......"

Zhao Wanqi stepped forward with a smile and looked at the dense lanterns on the shore...... The lips are lightly opened......

"The night and evening stars are sparse and quiet, the lilies in the heart add new green, although the cold wind is cold, the flowers are still cold, the rhizomes of the heart are dependent on each other, the eyes are full of spring and winter snow, and the flowers and stems and leaves are not separated......"

……

In the crowd on the shore, She Yi had a helpless expression...... dared to love Zhao Wanqi and didn't let him come, because she was worried that he would steal her limelight...... This woman...... It's really hopeless......

I don't know if she is his wife Mengqi, there is a red mark on his wife's chest. He remembers reading a sutra story about a birthmark that marks the soul of a person. No matter how many lives you are reincarnated, how many lifetimes you have, your soul will always be on your body.

Just like him, I don't know if this body is from before him, but the birthmark on his body is exactly the same as the birthmark on his body before he crossed over.

If Zhao Wanqi also has a red mark on her chest that is exactly the same as that of her wife, then she must be her wife Mengqi.

"Uncle, aren't those two poems what she asked you for?"

Ruoruo looked up at She Yi curiously.

She Yi didn't speak, just nodded.

"Uncle, half of the prize money she won should be given to you!"

"Ahem...... This can have ......"

……

On the boat, when Zhao Wanqi finished reading the second poem...... Applause...... The two poems have the same technique and similar style, and they will never be written by two people.

The first song can be said to be a little masculine and masculine, and the second song is relatively "tender" and has more feminine style. No one doubted her anymore this time......

Many people believe that this is what the county lord Zhao Wanqi did. Fan Zhizhou and the others had a wry smile on their faces, the county lord was able to make such an awesome poem, King Rong's face was bright, and they had one more reason to pat King Rong's ass in the future......

Zhao Wanqi is really in the limelight this time......

The old man, the dean of Xintan Academy, stroked his white beard proudly, and he was very proud in his heart. Xintan College has always been at the bottom of the four major academies in Luoyang City, and in the past few years, except for some gentlemen, there has been no talent in the academy at all...... To put it bluntly, this poetry meeting is a competition between Luoyang College and the other two colleges.

Unexpectedly, at noon today, Zhao Wanqi and Fan Wei informed him that she represented Xintan Academy in two nights...... The old man was surprised...... Thinking that Xintan Academy wouldn't be able to win any rankings anyway, let them mess around......

After Zhao Wanqi finished composing the poem, no one went up again...... The level of these two poems is comparable to that of those famous Confucians, and the poems they wrote cannot be surpassed.

In this way, the poetry meeting has to end...... The judges are starting to struggle...... The bonus of 1,000 taels of silver can be Zhao Wanqi, but the name of the first talent in Luoyang is given to Zhao Wanqi...... It's a little ......

Zhao Wanqi's reputation is well known......

The students, gentlemen, and deans of the four colleges, as well as the guests in the VIP area, as well as the onlookers on the shore, exchanged their heads and ears, all speculating whether the name of the first talent in Luoyang was given to the county lord Zhao Wanqi.

If it was really given to her, this poetry meeting organized by the government would become a joke......

"Uncle, do you think this Luoyang No. 1 talent will be given to Sister Wanqi?"

Ruoruo asked with a grin.

"Well, probably not...... After the poetry meeting, the Oiran Contest is about to begin, and I'll send you back, and the big deal is coming......"

She Yi said with a slight smile.

"Okay...... Come back early in the evening...... You're not allowed to touch that An Yixue...... If I found out...... Hum! ”

Ruoruo pouted very seriously.

Xiao Cui and Xiao Lan sneered...... Yue Mochou also had a smile on his face.

A few of them walked towards the way back......

……

On the boat.

Fan Tong Fan Zhizhou was embarrassed......

At this time, Fan Wei stepped forward and walked to her father's side, leaned in her ear, and whispered a few words. Fan Tong nodded, with a look of sudden realization.

Fan Zhizhou turned his head sideways and said a few words to the general judgment on the side, and the general judgment first frowned, looked puzzled, and then suddenly realized......

In less than half a pillar of incense, the judges' deliberations ended...... The results of the poetry meeting are in......

A result that was unimaginable to 99% of the audience came out, Fan Zhizhou officially announced on behalf of all the judges that the first place in this year's poetry competition, Jia Yi, and the prize of 1,000 taels of silver will be received by Zhao Wanqi......

The result was like a bolt from the blue...... It shook everyone...... Not only many students from the four colleges, but also the onlookers on the shore......

The name Jia Yi is only circulated in a few small circles, and many people don't know Jia Yi. Many people secretly thought in their hearts that the Shangguan students and the few students who had written poems before would definitely not agree. Zhao Wanqi came to make trouble, and in the first poem, she bluntly stated that what she wanted was the 1,000 taels bonus.

The honor of Luoyang's first talent is the most important, as well as the quota recommended by the state capital...... It's a shortcut to fame.

Could it be that there is something inside? Which high-ranking official's son is this Jia Yi, and what kind of background does he have?

The scene that everyone was expecting did not appear, and although Shangguan Sheng and the contestants were frustrated, they did not have any objection and gladly accepted the result......

This is the end of the Luoyang Poetry Society...... An outcome that no one could have imagined was over...... The halo honor of Luoyang's first genius was actually taken away by a young man who didn't show his face......

Subsequently, some rumors began to circulate, that Jia Yi is the fiancée of the county lord Zhao Wanqi, and the son of a big official in Bianjing.

She Yi, who had just returned to Jiafu, thought about it and didn't expect that he had become the first genius in Luoyang without knowing it...... Such a bad idea is probably something that only Zhao Wanqi and Fan Wei can think of......

The poetry meeting is over......

The wonderful activities of the Lantern Festival are really staged...... On the shore of Xintan Lake, the traffic was busy, and the major wealthy businessmen and magnates were conspicuously dressed, wearing gold and silver, and under the support of the subordinates, they entered......

Ordinary civilians are dispersed...... The next show is about the officials and local tyrants, and they have nothing to do with them......

Several boats entered Xintan Lake along the Xintan River, and the lights on the boats were bright, the vocal music was loud, and the fragrance was overflowing...... From afar, it is picturesque......

Nightshade, Rouge Pavilion, Red Man Pavilion...... Flower full of buildings, Shaolin abbot after the 80s...... The pennants of the major green buildings are waving in the wind......

After several boats entered Xintan Lake, they began to get closer, and they wanted to form a huge platform on the surface of Xintan Lake to hold the largest and most popular Oiran competition in Luoyang City for several years......

In less than a stick of incense, the officers and soldiers appeared...... Stepping on neat steps, shouting slogans, they appeared by Xintan Lake in an orderly manner.

The civilians who had not yet retreated from the shore and tried to watch from a distance on the shore seemed to understand that there were officers and soldiers who appeared to maintain order, and this time the Oiran Tournament was probably coming with a big man......

These events are not visible to ordinary people......

Sure enough, after entering the lake in advance, a large boat appeared at the other end of the lake, accompanied by more than a dozen government boats.

In Xintan Lake, several boats stand side by side, and many officers and soldiers on the boat are busy, laying wooden planks to connect the boats in the lake. The two parallel boats that held the poetry party were also disbanded, and the students of the four major colleges and some of the guests on the boat got off the boat, and the rest of them boarded the boat for the Oiran competition next door.

At this time, on the streets of Xintan Street, the carriage of King Rong's Mansion appeared...... A large number of officers and soldiers accompanied him...... Judging from the posture of the carriage, only when King Rong Zhao Jing traveled, there was such a big movement.

The local tyrants and Confucians on the shore got out of the way, and many officials such as Fan Tong and Fan Zhizhou on the boat got off the boat and received them on the shore.

The carriage of King Rong's Mansion stopped on the shore, and a forty-year-old man in brocade got out of the carriage.

This man's two-color golden butterfly wears a big red arrow sleeve, tied with colorful silk and a long spike palace strip; Covered with stone blue, flowering, eight clusters of satin row tassel gown; Wearing a small pilgrimage boot with a blue satin foundation. The face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the temples are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the gold is on the neck, and there is a five-color silk strip. There is a high majesty all around him......

There is no doubt that this man is Zhao Wanqi's father, and he is also the powerful and powerful nine-thousand-year-old King Zhao Jing, who is above 10,000 people under the current Great Song Dynasty. (To be continued.) )