At the stargazing building, literati and students are clustered.

Many people watched the stargazing tower, and from time to time someone chanted a poem, and after several people applauded, they carefully handed over the poem in.

As Yu Chi Baolin said, the family probably doesn't care about the hundred taels of silver, but they care a lot about reputation.

And for some people from poor families, whether it is a hundred taels or one tael, any money is extremely cherished.

If you win the championship and get the 100 taels, it will be the income of some well-off families in the past ten years, which is also an astronomical amount.

Many people racked their brains and participated in this bounty.

Li Hongru grabbed a little ink casually, and 'accidentally' touched his face during the collision.

The Stargazing Tower doesn't just need a poem, as long as it catches the eye, it can be included in it and exchanged for some money.

He wanted to take this money, and this money came above board, and he was at ease when he gave it to Li Baoguo.

Dad is happy, and his life is better, so as not to be beaten in three days.

It is not plagiarism for the literati to borrow, after all, it is not the first time he has done this kind of thing, he has borrowed and recited a song 'Yongji' before, and he is well-known in Dongshi.

But he didn't want to see Li Chunfeng at all.

If this Qintian Supervisor could recognize him, it would be a little troublesome.

After touching a few handfuls casually, Li Hongru felt that his image was almost finished.

It's just a one-sided relationship, and when we meet at night, Li Chunfeng probably can't recognize his appearance.

"Brother Hongru, you have ink on your hands, don't rub it on your face anymore," Rong Caijun, who was talking to Yu Chi Baolin, reminded.

"Ink? What ink? ”

"You've got the ink on Brother Pauling's pen."

"Ahh

Li Hongru let out a low shout, which can be regarded as a temporary characterization of this deliberate behavior.

"His face is good, and his face is as close as mine," Yu Chi Baolin said with a smile.

"It's true," Rong Caijun said with a smile.

The ink got on his face, and it was difficult to wash it off with water for a while, and Li Hongru had to be dark for two days.

His face was close to that of Yu Chi Baolin, and Li Hongru was immediately laughed.

Li Hongru didn't care, he wished that his face was as dark as possible.

It is also common for literati to get some ink.

"This is the fragrance of ink, the so-called gift of pen and ink by the sages, and the fragrance of the hand is this principle."

He muttered twice, but also suppressed the sound of Yu Chi Baolin's group of fox friends and dog friends coaxing.

Most of these people are martial artists, and they are probably good at fighting, but there is really no ink in their stomachs, and it is difficult to refute them if they say a few words.

The finished product of Yu Chi Baolin, who has the strongest writing skills, is there.

After several discussions, everyone began to encourage Rong Caijun to recite poetry.

"The ice tray Gui Ying Lang is quiet, and the outer building is divided into buildings.

The light is full of blue bridges and flying jade mirrors, and the cool orange island is in golden autumn. ”

Rong Caijun didn't make a humility, but just thought for more than a minute, and then casually chanted a poem.

"This poem has a bit of flavor, and it seems to be better than what I wrote," said Yu Chi Baolin.

"It's just a little bit incomprehensible."

Yu Chi Baolin muttered to a classmate, which immediately caused several people around to nod.

This gave Rong Caijun a headache.

Their profession is to play with words, and these martial arts professions are to play with swords.

The two groups are not a faction at all, and they don't have much in common, so it's hard to communicate together.

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't have anything to do with each other, it would be difficult for him and Yu Chi Baolin to intersect at this time.

"I'll write it down and submit it to the Stargazing Tower."

Holding the coming and singing, Rong Caijun decided to participate and send this poem.

This is also a proud work when he is inspired, and it may have the opportunity to hang in the stargazing tower.

"Brother Hongru, do you want to write a copy?" Rong Caijun asked.

"Cheng, I'll get involved too."

Li Hongru still has a few buckets of water in his head, and he has also recited some poems in his memories.

He casually drew a rather atmospheric poem, and also inscribed the words "Town Stargazing Tower".

"The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands, and you don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the people in the sky."

Rong Caijun read it twice, only to feel that it was catchy, and his writing was better than his own poetry.

He looked at it and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong, and finally just nodded.

Together with Yu Chi Baolin, the three of them went to the stargazing tower together.

"Any nonsense poetry is embarrassing!"

Yu Chi Baolin's poems were the first to be sent, and they were also the first to be brushed down.

The person in charge of reviewing the poems is Zhu Yuanshi, who is the secretary of the Guozijian and the official from the fourth grade.

This is the first obstacle invited by Li Chunfeng, who is responsible for the first screening and filtration.

Probably because the amount of papers marked today is relatively large, and he is not very polite when he speaks.

In terms of the bitterness of some literati, his words were quite slight, and the students were cheeky and could barely bear it.

But for Yu Chi Baolin, who has a heart for poetry, these words directly wiped out the bud in his heart, and he probably didn't have any thoughts in this life.

"Brother Yuan Shi, this is the only son of the Duke of Eguo."

Behind Zhu Yuanshi, a long-bearded and long-faced official reminded him in a low voice.

Looking at Yu Chi Baolin's flushed face, this is probably a powerful blow.

It's normal for literati to be straightforward, and there's nothing wrong with criticism, but if you can keep three points of affection, then you can see each other in the future.

He reminded him, and Zhu Yuanshi's face suddenly squeezed out a smile.

“…… This poem can barely be eye-catching. ”

He said half a sentence, and then the dog's tail continued to sable in half.

This was a little panting, and Yu Chi Baolin's face suddenly changed from the color of pig liver to joy.

"Lord Presiding Judge, what about my poems?" Yu Chi Baolin asked eagerly.

"In my opinion, I can probably take five taels of silver as the cost of polishing the pen."

Zhu Yuanshi didn't hack to death with a knife, and left a little leeway for his words, and gave this hot potato to the officials who followed up the review.

Not only Yu Chi Baolin came today, but also many people who had no ink in their stomachs and were not easy to mess with, so they could only break their wealth and avoid disasters.

Everything is left to Qin Tianjian to choose, and Li Chunfeng will make the final decision.

"My poems are worth five taels of silver, Brother Caijun, Brother Hongru, you must have more, but it's a pity that my bullshit poems are difficult to get up to, probably because I don't have the qualifications to hang the stargazing tower."

After learning the approximate result, Yu Chi Baolin was very happy.

After going through it, he also had self-knowledge, and at this time he easily urged Rong Caijun and Li Hongru to get up.

"It's two masters again, which one is this?"

The officials of Chang'an City are everywhere, and they can know the same dynasty, but no one fully remembers the children of these officials in the same dynasty.

Zhu Yuanshi had a headache, and casually opened Rong Caijun's poems.

After reading a few words, he also glanced at Rong Caijun in surprise.

Mixed with Yu Chi Baolin, obviously there is no good goods, he didn't expect that this gentleman named 'Caijun' still has some talent, and the poems he made are quite good.

This really lives up to the name of that talent.

"A good poem, according to the fool's opinion, this poem has some qualifications to enter the stargazing tower."

He didn't mention the pay, and cautiously introduced it.

Different from the ink on the chest, this is another kind of jargon when grading.

This shocked the spirits of the judges.

Someone took the rice paper in Zhu Yuanshi's hand, and from time to time someone whispered and recited silently, and everyone felt very satisfied.

"The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands......"

When everyone was circulating, Zhu Yuanshi only heard Zhu Yuanshi read to himself.

This is a good poem.