The prefect of Guangzhou stood on a high platform, his face was calm, but his heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Originally, he was trying to find a flaw in Fang Yun, and then continued to attack to find a bigger loophole, but who knew that Fang Yun not only did not mess up the proportions, but was very decent in handling this matter, bluntly said that the new Xie Yuan's level was not good, and then sent another poem to convince this Xie Yuan, where is this sowing discord, it is simply letting the new Xie Yuan apprentice step by step.

What angered him the most was that this poem was so good, and there was no comparison among similar poems so far.

The poems of the predecessors have their own advantages, some are beautiful, some are spectacular and heroic, and some are deeply meaningful, but this poem integrates the beauty and the truth perfectly, and whether it is the text, rhythm or artistic conception in all aspects, it is outstanding, and the whole poem is positive, without the slightest personal sorrow, it can be compared with any poetry.

The prefect of Guangzhou stood on the high platform for two quarters of an hour, and the voice of the discussion of the poem in the audience became quieter, but then someone recited the evaluation of the poet-idiot old man on the list, and the literary meeting became lively again.

“...... In the end, the poet-idiot old man summed up the poem in eight words: 'To the scenery, to the reason, to the beauty, to the brave'!"

I thought it was almost discussed, but after reading his comments, it dawned on me, and to go to the next level, isn't that the courage to be fearless?"

The prefect of Guangzhou was silent for a long time before he said: "The Wenhui continues! Zhujiang Hou, you said that this one-word poem of Xie Yuangong is flawed, what are the flaws? Please point them out one by one. ”

The young man Xie Yuan and many others frowned, they didn't expect him to chase and fight so hard, it was really shameless, but after thinking about it carefully, if he could harm Zhang Longxiang, he would definitely be able to rise, and this bit of face was insignificant.

Fang Yun smiled slightly. Said: "This one-word poem is indeed flawed, a flower, a willow, a fish, a touch of the sun, a bird flying, a mountain, a water, a courtyard, a forest and green leaves." Among them, in the last sentence of 'a forest of green leaves and a person returning', the word 'person' is too empty, and compared with the previous images such as the slanting sun and flying birds, it is too pale, and the method of changing it is very simple. Just change the 'person' to a more specific person, such as 'Weng', 'Suo', 'Confucian', and so on. ”

"Students are taught!" Young Xie Yuan was very happy, because after Fang Yun pointed out his problem this time, he would remember it in the future, and he would basically not do it again.

Everyone felt that this Zhang Longxiang had a strong ability to adapt on the spot, and was about to praise it, when Fang Yun suddenly looked at the prefect of Guangzhou.

Fang Yundao: "After I finished writing this poem "Climbing the Stork's Tower", the prefect was expressionless, and it seemed that he thought that this poem was not good. Looking down on me Zhang Longxiang, I must have seen that there are flaws in this poem, and I asked the prefect for advice. ”

The prefect of Guangzhou was stunned.

There was silence, followed by snickering. The young man Xie Yuan lowered his head and laughed secretly.

A few people even laughed, Fang Yun's method of treating others in the way of others was too powerful, not to mention that the prefect of Guangzhou couldn't find the flaws in this poem, and even the poet-idiot old man couldn't find it. This means that no matter what the prefect of Guangzhou says, the previous discord between the other party's fortunes will become a joke.

The prefect of Guangzhou secretly looked at Lumen Hou and Gou Bao.

The two scholars picked up the teacups at the same time. Bow your head and drink tea, and your movements are neat and uniform.

After a while, the prefect of Guangzhou smiled and said: "The Marquis of Zhujiang has a good reputation, where can the lower officials find the flaws in your poem, I will forget it." Now it is past the original time to write poems, but there is a reason for it, and I would like to add half an hour, please finish writing the strange poem in half an hour and submit it. Zhujiang Hou, I hope you can win the championship in your next poem and get the lottery. ”

Fang Yun smiled and said, "Of course, my Zhang family's things must be taken back with my own hands!"

"Good!"

Calm returned to the scene of the literary meeting, and many people quickly wrote strange poems.

After a while, everyone handed in the poems.

The prefect of Guangzhou began to read poems from top to bottom, and put aside the ordinary ones after reading, and if they encountered good poems, they would inevitably ask someone to evaluate them.

At the beginning, the poems were average, but in the middle period, Erqi poems began to appear.

Some overlap words and add palindromic poems, some are inlaid palindromic poems, and even the cross palindromic poems that Fang Yun once wrote, before the prefect of Guangzhou picked up Fang Yun's poem page, there were already nine Erqi poems, each with its own characteristics.

Many of the people present were originally neutral, but after seeing Fang Yun's poem, they were impressed by Fang Yun and hoped that he could win the championship, which was quite worried.

The prefect of Guangzhou took Fang Yun's poem page, and did not open it, but smiled: "As we all know, it is very difficult for strange poems to be superimposed on each other, because strange poems have a special format and are difficult to blend, while palindromic poems can be integrated with other strange poems, now, I will take a look at this poem by the Marquis of Zhujiang......"

Without waiting for the prefect of Guangzhou to finish speaking, Fang Yun suddenly got up and walked outside the Wenhui.

The audience was in an uproar, and the prefect of Guangzhou hurriedly said: "Zhujiang Hou, what are you doing?"

"Remember to send the leader's head to the barracks, Benhou's residence. After Fang Yun finished speaking, he walked straight out, ignoring anyone.

The prefect of Guangzhou changed color and said: "Zhujiang Hou, you are too rampant, and you are too ignorant of us!"

Fang Yun snorted coldly and said, "Ben Hou doesn't take you seriously!"

"You ......" the prefect of Guangzhou turned pale.

Leaving the meeting before it is over is the greatest contempt for the presiding officer of the meeting.

Many scholars in the field looked at the prefect of Guangzhou with regret, even if he could be promoted in the future, his literary name would be completely ruined, and the readers who cherished his feathers a little would not be close to him. Once Zhang Longxiang is in the history books, the Shi family is very likely to mention this Guangzhou prefect and make him stinking for 10,000 years.

Waiting for Fang Yun to leave, the prefect of Guangzhou suppressed his anger and said, "I'll recite the masterpiece of the Marquis of Zhujiang!"

"The red curtain reflects the moon and the dusk is near, and the fragrance is green.

The small column of the empty courtyard is sparse against the shadow, and the makeup residue is thin and condensed.

The long and delicate wind bun surrounds the jade, and the worm hairpin fills the dewdrops.

The wind is cold and the rain is thin, and the cold dream is lonely in the building. ”

The prefect of Guangzhou immediately said: "This is a seven-character poem, it does have the image of spring, there is nothing surprising in all aspects, and there is nothing remarkable about the poetry, it is nothing more than what a lonely woman sees and feels." Not surprisingly, this is supposed to be a palindromic poem...... Well, this poem can really be read backwards as a palindrome and recited at the next level. ”

"The lonely building is separated by a cold dream. The drizzle forced the cold wind.

The pearl dew flutters on the hairpin worm, and the jade ring is round and the temples are exquisite.

The skin is thin and the powder is pretty, and the shadow is empty in the small courtyard.

The turnip green leads to the fragrance and is rising, and the moon is red near dusk. ”

Many people in the audience nodded their heads and took notes, read them several times, and confirmed that it was a palindrome of seven laws.

A flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the prefect of Guangzhou, and then he said: "With the ability of the Marquis of Zhujiang, I guess I will not only write a strange poem, but also invite you to appreciate it." See if there are any other peculiarities. ”

Everyone pondered carefully, and after a while, Xun Tianling's face was happy, but then he shook his head lightly and continued to look closely.

An old jinshi said: "I have already passed this poem to the poet-idiot old man, and he will give the result soon." ”

Time passed slowly, and suddenly, Gou Bao said loudly: "Zhujiang Hou is really different, this is indeed not a strange poem. It's two strange poems. ”

A look of disappointment flashed on the face of the prefect of Guangzhou, and then he said, "Please appreciate this poem by Lord Qishan." ”

Gou Bao said: "You turn the page of the poem and let me take a look." ”

The prefect of Guangzhou immediately turned the page of the poem and made the text face everyone in the scene.

Gou Bao smiled slightly. said: "What I expected was good, Zhang Longxiang played a little trick, he didn't point out the sentence to read, but took the fourteen characters as a column. Four columns were written, and according to custom, we would naturally think of it as a seven-character poem. But. The old man re-clicked and read, if you read it again, everyone will definitely know. ”

The subordinate next to him immediately handed the page of the poem that Gou Bao had just finished writing to the stage.

When the prefect of Guangzhou saw it, he suddenly realized and smiled: "Sure enough." ”

"The red curtain reflects the moon and dusk is near,

Ran Ran fragrant lead.

The small column of the green empty courtyard is sparse,

Thin powder on the shadow makeup.

Long Lingfeng bun around the ring jade,

Supplement.

The dew is cold and the window is cold,

The rain is thin and the light is cold, and the dream is lonely. ”

When the prefect of Guangzhou finished reading, many people exclaimed.

"This is "Poppy Beauty"! This poem of seven laws can be changed into a poem without changing a word! It is worthy of Zhang Mingzhou, and the poem is changed to words, which is the most strange of the strange. Among the two strange poems, this one must be ranked first!"

"Indeed, this is a palindromic poem, and it is also a two-odd poem, far better than the previous two-odd poem!"

"No wonder the Marquis of Zhujiang left ahead of schedule, it turned out that the victory was in hand. ”

"Now I'm relieved. ”

A smile appeared on the face of the prefect of Guangzhou, and he said: "The Marquis of Zhujiang is really talented and writes two strange poems, but since there are many two strange poems in the literary society, regardless of whether they are up or down, then the three scholars present should be invited to judge and decide the final leader." ”

After the Guangzhou prefect finished speaking, everyone present suddenly realized, no one thought deeply before, but now Sima Zhao's heart of the Guangzhou prefect is known to everyone, no matter how Xun Tianling chooses, Lumen Hou and Gou Bao will definitely join forces to eliminate Zhang Longxiang from the selection of leaders.

"Okay, then let's ask three scholars to judge all the two odd poems. ”

Gou Bao and Lumen Hou glanced at each other, and were about to speak, when Xun Tianling suddenly said: "Please take a closer look at this strange poem." ”

The two looked at each other, realized that something was wrong, and immediately looked at it carefully, and soon understood.

The faces of the two scholars were gloomy and terrifying.

"What's going on?" asked the prefect cautiously.

Suddenly, Jin Shilang, who had asked the poet-idiot old man before, said: "The poet-idiot old man replied to the book, this is a three-odd poem!"

"What?" the crowd exclaimed.

Xun Tianling's tongue bloomed and said: "What the poet idiot old man said is very true, this is indeed a three-odd poem, the seven-word poem palindrome is a strange, the poem is converted into "Poppy Beauty" is two odd, as for the third odd, it is "Poppy Beauty" If you read it backwards, it is a new "Poppy Beauty", that is, it is a palindrome! ”

Many readers hurriedly re-read the sentences.

"The lonely building leans on the cold lamp,

The drizzle is pressing.

cold wind beads and dew to supplement hairpin insects,

The jade ring is exquisite.

Skin-coagulation powder residual makeup,

The shadow pair is small in the sparse column.

The courtyard is empty and green, and the fragrance is strong,

The moon is red near dusk. ”

"It's true!" the prefect of Guangzhou looked bloodless.

"In terms of the wonder of poetry, the Marquis of Zhujiang has been beaten by half a chip over Fang Xusheng!".

(To be continued.) )

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