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On the second night of the poetry meeting, the rules for entry were even greater.

Xiaodao Gu Huaiyu, although she also has some poetry names, her status is too low after all. Bai Minghe and his party are four people, and Sun Hu is a servant, so he naturally has nothing to say. Even if Sun Yuanjun does not follow the white crane, he is also eligible to enter the park. Bai Minghe's father-in-law used to be a person, and his father-in-law was also a local celebrity.

Huaiyu finally entered the park, and it was the face of the white crane that played some role.

As soon as he entered the garden, Sun Yuanjun grabbed the white crane.

"What's wrong?" The white crane was a little surprised.

Sun Yuanjun pointed to the distance: "Look at the pavilion, two of the old gentlemen are still the same year as the grandfather, and the grandfather is barely a celebrity in our county, but in Zhuozhou, he really has to line up, and the grandfather can't line up." This time, you're in trouble, husband! ”

"I'm in trouble, they're here to trouble me?" The white crane asked knowingly.

"Alas......" Sun Yuanjun sighed softly: "Yesterday, my husband was in the limelight, and many people will inevitably be unconvinced today." With these two old gentlemen present, I am afraid that the husband will have to write one or two more poems to pass the test! ”

Standing in place, Shirana Crane felt the urge to leave here.

seemed to see Bai Minghe's thoughts, Sun Yuanjun persuaded: "Husband, you must not retreat, you retreat." There may be many remarks that are unfavorable to the husband. ”

Bai Minghe understands that sometimes literati are very **, especially in the Ming Dynasty, and they will put a big hat on you at every turn. Black and white are all in the literati's mouth.

"That's it, the water comes to cover the earth, and the soldiers are coming to block it!" Bai Minghe gently slapped the bamboo flute in his hand twice in the palm of his hand, and pointed forward with the bamboo flute: "Let's take the seat!" ”

On the second day of the garden, although the white crane was not qualified to sit in the pavilion, it still set up a shed.

Although it is just a few simple bamboo poles and a few pieces of cloth, it is the identity!

It proves that this poetry society has recognized the identity of the white crane and the famous man!

The second day's poetry meeting began an hour earlier than the first day, and as soon as the white crane had ended, someone announced the start of the poetry meeting. The first item of the poetry club must be the introduction of the poetry club.

From the Hanlin Academy, Lord Lu, the prefect of Zhuozhou, to the celebrities of Zhuozhou, and the celebrities from the capital, read it in turn.

Shira-nae Crane was honored to be in the bottom few places.

At the age of eighteen, I don't know how many people envy it to be ranked here.

Offering poetry is the second link.

Lu Zhengqiu and the prefect of Zhuozhou both politely refused, and when it came to their status, there was no need to compete with young people for any poetry names. After refusing, a few comments as a referee are enough to make many young people happy.

White paper, still white paper.

The first propositional poem, Yongmei! The white paper that the white crane handed in. The second poem in the name of spring, free to play, the white crane handed in is still a blank paper.

It's not that Bai Minghe is arrogant, but in fact, he can answer these two propositions, after all, he memorized 300 Tang poems when he was a student. But now it's Daming, and it is estimated that someone will be sprayed to death by reciting Tang poems.

It's better to hand over a blank sheet of paper.

When the third time the paper was blank, Lu Zhengqiu, who was sitting in the pavilion, stood up.

"Guanzhong Bai Minghe handed in the blank paper three times in a row. The official asked, the white crane. In the story you told yesterday, there is also a poem, in which the sentence is only envious of mandarin ducks and not immortals, which can be a famous sentence. The lyrics after that, although they are not poems or words, they also have a unique style, and the sentences are fascinating. ”

Lu Zhengqiu came out to praise Bai Minghe, which made Bai Minghe happy.

Lu Zhengqiu's speech is much better than that of the prefect of Zhuozhou, or Xuezheng, or those old celebrities.

At least give yourself a chance to speak.

"Back to Lord Lu's words, I sealed my pen in my late life and vowed never to write poetry again!" Shirakawaru replied with a standing up.

"When was the oath made, and why?" Lu Zhengqiu really gave Bai Minghe a chance to speak.

Bai Minghe took another step forward: "If you go back to Lord Lu, the day you made your vow in late life was the 28th day of the lunar month last year. There are two reasons, one of which is that if you say it lately, it may be considered to be a reputation for fame. Therefore, Wansheng only said one of the reasons, that is, on the 28th day of the lunar month, Wansheng made a poem, which was earth-shattering, unprecedented and unprecedented. Seal the pen from now on! ”

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the lightning and thunder in Xiaquan Village roared, and a hundred flowers bloomed.

This wonder was reported to Ouchi by Jinyiwei, so it's not a secret.

A song that is earth-shattering!

Is Shira's words credible? Many began to discuss it in low voices.

Sun Yuanjun also asked behind Bai Minghe's back: "Husband, is this reason convincing?" ”

Before Bai Minghe could answer Sun Yuanjun, Lu Zhengqiu continued: "Bai Minghe, do you think this reason is enough to convince Zhuozhou Shizi? ”

"If you go back to Lord Lu, any reason is just an excuse. Since it is an excuse, the person who believes does not need an excuse to believe. People who don't believe won't believe it, no matter what the reason, no excuse. Why do I have to make people believe that my white name crane is only in a poem? ”

The tone of the white crane was a little stronger.

Lu Zhengqiu smiled and clapped his hands gently: "Very good, your reason is believed by the official." But ......"

Originally, Lu Zhengqiu said that he believed it, and some people had already started to make noise, but suddenly this sentence, everyone quieted down again.

"However, Bai Minghe, you are a little young and frivolous, and this official thinks that you should be allowed to experience that the world is so big that it is not a well to observe the sky. Today, the official is in charge, no more than your poetry. But you have to take on a challenge, and the difference between victory and defeat is naturally a bit of a win. How dare you fight! ”

Bai Minghe looked very hesitant, and his left hand was unnaturally held on the wrist of his right hand.

Bai Minghe's right hand is tied with a bandage, which he has been tying these days in order to pretend that his hand is injured and he can't write. This action, in later psychology, was called psychological suggestion.

To put it bluntly, it is hinting at Lu Zhengqiu.

This is not a double reed, this is psychological suggestion, which belongs to a type of psychological technique.

"Don't worry, it's no better than calligraphy and painting, knowing that your hand is injured and you can't hold the pen!" Lu Zhengqiu said with a smile.

Lu Zhengqiu did this, even if he was helping Bai Minghe, and he was also letting these scholars reduce their hostility towards Bai Minghe, you must know that everyone wrote poems, only you, Bai Minghe, pretended to be high, and stood out from the crowd, isn't this pulling hatred?

Therefore, Lu Zhengqiu is helping Bai Minghe.

"If Brother Bai Nian wins, the handwritten copy of Sheng Tang Yugong copied at home is willing to be presented."

Bai Minghe followed the voice and looked over, it turned out to be Jiang Cheng. This Jiang Cheng is not deliberately looking for trouble for himself, but young people are willing to gamble, which is not an excessive thing.

Although this kind of copying is not good, but it is not so valuable that it is amazing, similar copybooks in the capital, according to the fame of the copying person, ranging from ten taels to five hundred taels. Therefore, it is also a valuable thing.

Shirana Crane thinks that this is a form of fun, and is about to say yes.

Suddenly, another person spoke: "Bai Gongzi, I'm adding a piece of Fuweng Taohe greenstone inkstone." "Bai Minghe can see it clearly, who else can this be Yang Buwu? This product is obviously here to find something unpleasant for yourself.

Hiss......

Everyone gasped.

Judging from this reaction, this piece of greenstone inkstone is very valuable.

Bai Minghe took two steps back and began to ask Sun Yuanjun for help. Sun Yuanjun thought for a moment and replied: "According to legend, Huang Tingjian of the Northern Song Dynasty, the word Lu Zhi, called himself the Valley Daoren, and the evening name Fu Weng, also known as Mr. Yuzhang Huang. It is rumored that in Mr. Huang's later years, he got a piece of original inkstone, polished it by himself, and there was his own inscription on the inkstone, and this inkstone is not worth the price! ”

"Is this old man Huang very famous?" Bai Minghe asked in a low voice.

Sun Yuanjun is so angry that he really wants to beat someone, is his husband really stupid. But he still explained in a whisper: "Huang Tingjian, Su Shi, Mi Fu, Cai Xiang, and called Song Shisi, do you say that you are famous?" Sun Yuanjun's tone was already a little angry.

Bai Minghe scolded in his heart: Such an awesome thing, in the modern era of later generations, it is estimated that it can be placed in the provincial museum as a treasure of the earthquake museum. This Yang Buwu is crazy, if he fucks with this son.

After thinking about it, Bai Minghe thought that he couldn't retreat, so why should he fight this one.

"I'm in the middle of the white crane, and I should go down. It's just that this color head ......" Bai Minghe said this, and Yang Buwu immediately interjected: "Bai Gongzi, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter if you can't get the corresponding color head, just shout three words here, I lose, it's okay." ”

Crazy, this kid is crazy. Why does he think he's done with himself?

Yang Buwu is also a small celebrity, and he has his own arrogance. If you are defeated somewhere, you will get up somewhere, didn't you defeat Mo Chou yesterday? But today, the eight most famous singers in Zhuozhou are all in the capital, and they will fight again today.

You have a white name to teach, and there is no one in Zhuozhou who can handle it.

Of course, if you go on the field to fight a singer yourself, you can't afford to lose this face alone. Not to mention winning or losing.

The fact that the eight singers were sent to the capital, Bai Minghe naturally didn't know, and it was impossible for him to know.

Right now, Bai Minghe just knows that this Yang Buwu is going to step on his face, so this son will step back.

"Everyone, I should go down to the white crane in Guanzhong, and this color will naturally not disappoint......"

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