"Presumptuous!" Zeng Wenruo yelled.

Guo Baokun was startled at first, and immediately bowed and said: "The student lost his words, and asked the adult to punish him." ”

Zeng Wenruo first glanced at the prince, found that the prince looked comfortable, and said: "Seeing that the poetry meeting is about to start, I won't worry about the two of you first." Wait for the end of the poetry meeting, and then wait for the prince to fall. ”

"Yes!" The two replied in unison.

At this time, Mr. Zhang, who was silent on the side, also said loudly to everyone: "Talents, today's topic is Mingyue. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone frowned, the topic of Mingyue has existed since ancient times, and there were many poems written about Mingyue in the previous dynasties and Northern Qi Dynasty, and the plain poems are easy to write, but if you want to be brilliant, it will be difficult.

Fan Xian lazily half-leaned on the leaning table, looking at the lives of everyone in the field, and a sense of sleepiness came to his heart.

Of course, there are also people who don't care at all, such as the list eye Wang Feng, he glanced at Ye Xuan, and said coldly: "Dare to ask Master Bachelor, what is the time limit?" ”

The scholar smiled and said, "It seems that this list can't wait, the time limit is set before the moonlight, and the poems made can be compared." ”

To put it simply, the poem is based on the bright moon and then made before the moon rises as a dueling, which is equivalent to the propositional composition of later generations.

Wang Feng first saluted Mr. Zhang, and then laughed and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the good sentence was obtained by chance, and I will take the first step in the next." ”

Mr. Zhang looked relieved and said with a smile: "In that case, why don't you hurry up?" ”

Wang Feng heard the words and said loudly: "The water tone is listened to a few times, and I woke up drunk in the afternoon and didn't wake up." When will I send Chunchun back? The evening mirror, the sad scene, the later period of the past empty memory province.

On the sand and on the poultry pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make shadows. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet, and the sunset should be full of red tomorrow. ”

This poem is written about the infinite sorrow of spring and the regret of life, reminding people to cherish the present life.

The words are clever, meaningful, and lyrical, which is an excellent poem.

As soon as Wang Feng finished reading, the audience erupted in warm cheers and applause:

"Good poetry! What a poem! ”

"The list is really worthy of its name! I'm so impressed that I can't get to the horse! Admire it to the extreme! ”

"On the sand and on the pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make shadows. Wonderful! Talented! ”

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang's face showed an excited look, he recently had a family member who died of illness, and this poem could be regarded as written into his heart.

He slapped the table to show his silence, and then exclaimed, "Well, this is a marvel. ”

"Thank you, sir!" Wang Feng saluted to Master Zhang, then turned to look at Ye Xuan and smiled coldly: "Young Master Ye, I'm here to listen to your masterpiece." ”

As soon as the words fell, many people were filled with righteous indignation, but it was difficult to say anything because of the world.

It was, a deep voice rang out.

"Yesterday, Brother Fan talked about it in the middle of a stone, ignoring all the talents in the world, and when I saw it today, he was stingy with advice, and it seems that his vision is really high."

The person who spoke was Guo Baokun!

A layer of stone stirs up a thousand waves!

Such provocative words that look down on the world's talents suddenly pushed Fan Xian to the forefront!

Fan Ruoruo hurriedly stood up and explained: "Yesterday, Guo Baokun deceived people too much, and my brother had to choose to fight back. There is absolutely no meaning to look down on the world's talents. ”

Fan Ruoruo really deserves to be a talented woman, and she clarified the truth of the matter in a few words.

Everyone is not stupid, they know Fan Xian's identity at once, and then look at Fan Xian's eyes, there is a trace of pity, a trace of disdain, and many complex emotions are stirred together, which is indescribable!

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, thinking to himself, why do people always like to force themselves to do these things? Speaking of writing poems and lyrics, who else will be your opponent in this world? Of course, except for Ye Xuan, they are all guys who are possessed by the cattle of various dynasties.

Thinking of this, I picked up the pen.

Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian's silent appearance, and said coldly: "It's not that you can't make a poem, it's a joke!" ”

Fan Xian glanced at Guo Baokun in disgust, but he was really anxious, otherwise he would have wanted this good-looking person named Guo Baokun.

I got up and left the lobby to find the toilet.

As soon as this poem came out, it was loud, and Guo Baokun's previous provocation finally turned into a virtual shadow.

The prince's face was still so calm, but the fleeting light in his eyes betrayed him, and he wanted to take Fan Xian for his own use. After all, people who can make such verses are definitely not mediocre.

And to be able to get the financial rights of the inner treasury in a grand manner, no matter how it seems to be, it is a bloody transaction.

After a round of applause, someone read aloud:

"The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death. The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended. ”

I have to say that this poem is several times better than Wang Feng just now. In particular, the sentence 'The dew is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming', which is really the finishing touch.

After a long time, everyone woke up and said, "Peerless poetry!" Peerless poetry! Fan Xian relied on this poem to become famous through the ages! ”

Bachelor Zhang and Zeng Wenruo looked at this poem and also felt a little, neither of them was from Kyoto, and they only arrived in Kyoto in order to study as officials. If Wang Feng's poem was written into Mr. Zhang's heart, then Fan Xian's poem was written into his bone marrow.

"Since this is the case, I will make Fan Xian the ..... of this poetry meeting"

Ye Xuan said: "Wait! ”