The topic of medicine is nothing, because the concept of medicine is too broad, and many plants are considered drugs, but this kind of text will be exclusive. Since the words "trees" and "flowers" appear in the front, there should be no poems such as trees and flowers in the back.

For example, Man Jianghong is a red duckweed, which is considered a flower in many poems, even if Man Jianghong is also a medicine, because the topic of "flower" comes first, Fang Yun and other Jingguo Jinshi cannot use it.

There are many similar flowers, chrysanthemums, plum blossoms and lilacs and so on are flowers and medicines, so Jingguo Jinshi cannot use words such as chrysanthemum day, a cut plum or a clove knot.

Except for people who are doctors or scholars who minor in medical Taoism, they don't know much about medicine, but Fang Yun has read and memorized a large number of medical classics, and after a little thought, he has an eyebrow.

The other Jingguo Jinshi did not look good, because too many drugs involved trees and flowers, and the time was limited, if too much time was spent thinking about the names of the medicines, the time to conceive poems would be reduced, and the level would inevitably drop, which was quite fatal.

Qiao Juze looked at Fang Yun, and Fang Yun smiled: "There are too many drugs in the human race, not to mention the title of the poem, there are many word cards with fixed names alone. The word plate 'Twelve Reds' and a medicinal wine have the same name, and the medicinal wine is not wood or flower, and it is naturally available. There is also a word plate 'Wangjiangnan', which is also a medicine, and seeds, roots and leaves can be used as medicine. For another example, the word 'Red Lady' is also the name of a bug, which can be used in medicine. ”

The nearby Jinshi all looked at Fang Yun in surprise, they all knew these word cards, but they never knew that they had anything to do with medicine, alcohol and medicine, except for the people of the doctor's family, it was impossible for anyone to memorize these things.

"Fang Yun, look at any medicines that are not among the trees, flowers, and birds, and write them together. Our Jingguo Jinshi simply writes words, as long as the name of the word brand carries medicine, the content can be written correctly, which is more convenient than writing poetry. ”

Fang Yun said: "That's good." I'm going to talk about the word cards that contain drugs, and you guys listen up. Twelve Red, Wangjiangnan, Red Lady, Holy Worry-free, Douye Yellow ......"

Fang Yun said a large list of word card names in one breath, and the Jinshi could never forget them, and they all wrote them down.

After only hearing half of it, Jingguo Jinshi breathed a sigh of relief, there were too many more than a dozen word cards, and it would not be ugly to write a random one.

A few people originally wanted to see the jokes of Jingguo people, but after Fang Yun opened his mouth to see a string of brand drug names, those people were helpless.

"Fang Zhenguo, Fang Zhenguo, not only poetry Zhenguo. I can also control the country by myself!"

"Yes, the time of the Wenhui is limited, if there is no luck, waiting for these Jingguo Jinshi to think of these word brand names will waste at least half a quarter of an hour's time, now it's good, we don't have the slightest advantage. ”

"Everyone has a quarter of an hour, and without Fang Yun, Jingguo Jinshi really doesn't know what will happen. ”

Fang Yun solved the problem of Jingguo Jinshi, and all Jinshi quickly selected word cards to fill in the words.

Fang Yun thought for a moment. The name of the word brand "Wangjiangnan" was selected, which is very common and relatively simple, and there is no desire to win. Fang Yun decided to write it himself.

Almost all the famous poems and articles that the Jinshi of the Shengyuan Continent had read, Fang Yun had read, but many people had not read them at all. The huge amount of reading, coupled with the fact that he has mastered too many relevant theories of later generations, is a huge advantage of Fang Yun.

After a short time, Fang Gong finished a song "Wangjiangnan" and folded it and put it into a red paper bag with the word "Jing" written on it. Write the word "Fang Yun" under the word "Jing" in the red paper bag, and then hand it to the guy in the restaurant.

The guy in the restaurant turned around and went downstairs, and would send the red envelope to the literary platform on the first floor, where it would be read by the host and finally evaluated by the Jinshi.

Fang Yun stood on the third floor and looked down with a smile, the more high-level the literary meeting, the more different the way of evaluation, which was very interesting.

There are more than 1,000 participants in the Ten Nations Literary Society, and everyone is a Jinshi, and no matter who evaluates it, it will cause dissatisfaction, so there is only one way to evaluate this kind of literary meeting, and that is the sword sound evaluation. After each poem, if the jinshi present feel good, they can send out the sword sound, and the more the number of sword sounds responded, the better the poem.

A new jinshi who doesn't have a sword of words is not qualified to be evaluated, and Fang Yun and Yan Yukong are not qualified to be evaluated, even if the two of them are geniuses.

A quarter of an hour later, the bell rang, and many had to hurriedly write and put it in the red paper bags of their country.

This place is not in the school palace, and talent cannot be displayed, so unless there is a dispute over the evaluation of poetry, it will not be distinguished by talent.

Not long after, more than 200 red paper bags appeared on the desk.

Although there are more than 1,000 people in the Wenhui, there are not many people who really have the strength to compete for the lottery, and most of the Jinshi are self-aware.

"The old rule, read in the order of the Ten Kingdoms Tower, I will start reading the masterpiece of Qiguo first. The man opened the red paper bag with the word "Qi" written on it as he spoke, "This first is the poem "Autumn Thoughts" by Yang Tang, the Shangshe of Qiguo. ”

"Qishu west wind pillow autumn, Luyun Kong water memories travel together. Singing a song to cover the mirror, yesterday's boy is now white!"

After reading this poem, there were sighs of emotion, and many people looked at Fang Yun holding the railing on the third floor.

Qiao Juze said in a low voice: "It is worthy of being the Shangshe Jinshi of Qiguo, Yang Tang participated in the Ten Nations Competition last year, and it is the turn of autumn and winter at this moment. There is also the sentence 'Yesterday's young man is now white', which is an admission that he is old, and the new generation of Fang Yun and Yan Yukong is better than the old people. This situation is rare, and it is a blockbuster, and I am afraid that it can be ranked among the top three. ”

"The sound of the sword. The presiding officer said.

Then the sound of the sword sounded, and finally there were 1,426 sounds, and there were only more than 1,800 people in the audience.

"Congratulations to Brother Yang!" many people congratulated Yang Tang together.

"If this poem had been placed a few years ago, I am afraid that it would have been the leader of the literary society!"

Yang Tang smiled slightly, he was not proud, as a great country, he had received too many honors.

The host praised slightly, opened the red paper bag of the second Qiguo, and the second person wrote a poem with "Wannian Spring" as the name of the word plate, and won more than 900 talents and sword sounds, although it cannot be compared with Yang Tang, it is already a masterpiece.

The host recited them one by one, and soon finished reciting the reference poems of Qiguo, and began to recite Shuguo, reciting all the way.

There is a huge difference in the number of sword sounds in these poems, Yang Tang's one is the highest, and the worst sword sound is only four hundred, and the person who wrote the poem is not a Shangshe Jinshi, but an ordinary Jinshi on the first floor, who brushed his sleeves away after hearing the sword sound.

After a while, after the host recited Yueguo Jinshi's poems, he stretched out his hand and put it on the top of Jingguo's stack of red paper bags, and said with a smile on his tongue: "This stack is Jingguo's poems, presumably everyone is like me, and I am looking forward to someone in Jingguo." Who knows who I'm talking about, please sound a sword. ”

All the jinshi laughed, and a large number of sword sounds came and went, and finally there were more than fifteen hundred sword sounds, and then many jinshi laughed.

Fang Yun also smiled, and then seemed to inadvertently glance at the host of the Gu Country.

Jingguo people were full of confidence in Fang Yun, and some Jingguo Jinshi couldn't help but raise their heads up, believing that Fang Yun's poems could dominate the audience.

The host smiled and opened the first Jingguo red paper bag, which was Qiao Juze's "Twelve Red", after reading it, the sword sounded eight hundred times, which belonged to the middle and upper, and Qiao Jize was very satisfied.

The host then opened the second red paper bag, looked at the page and smiled: "The author of this poem "Wangjiangnan" is Tong Xingyan of Jingguo, and the following is the full text. ”

"Idle dreams are far away, the south is in early winter, and hundreds of miles of rivers and mountains are ...... far away"

Fang Yun was stunned after listening to three sentences, he also wrote "Wangjiangnan", and nearly half of the words of these three sentences are the same as his own "Wangjiangnan", these three sentences are very similar to changing his own words.

Fang Yun frowned and listened to the first word, and found that it was six points similar to the "Wangjiangnan" he wrote, and as for the artistic conception and emotion, it was ninety percent similar, and he realized that it was not good, but he couldn't be sure what was going on.

The host suddenly began to speed up, and after reading Jing Guo's sixth poem, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up Jing Guo's red paper bag with Fang Yun's name written on it and showed it to everyone.

"Everyone, we have finally arrived, please join me to witness the best poems of this literary meeting!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Jing Guo's red paper bag, full of anticipation, no one thought of refuting the sentence "the best poem of this literary meeting", and they had already tacitly acquiesced in their hearts that Fang Yun must be the leader of the literary meeting.

Several Gu Country Shangsha Jinshi were also full of anticipation and smiling, but their smiles seemed to be mixed with something inexplicable.

The host opened the red paper bag of Jingguo with a smile, stretched out his fingers, and the smile froze on his face.

"What's wrong?"

The eyes of thousands of Jinshi were full of doubts, this is not the time to joke, this is the Ten Kingdoms Cultural Association, a qualified host will never be able to play people at such a time, not to mention that it is Fang Yun's poetry, not everyone is qualified to joke.

"What the hell!" shouted a grumpy jinshi.

The host looked puzzled and said, "There are no poems in it." ”

"What!" was an uproar.

"Don't believe me, I'll tear open the paper bag and show you!" the host said, slowly tearing open the paper bag and spreading it out to show everywhere, there was really nothing in it.

Qiao Juze said angrily: "I saw with my own eyes that Fang Yun put his words and pages into a paper bag and handed them to the guys, how could it not be? Some people are too much, they actually play tricks in this kind of literary meeting, if you don't want me Jingguo people to participate in the literary meeting, just say it, why be so dirty!"

The host hurriedly said: "Brother Qiao, you misunderstood! Maybe someone knows that Fang Zhenguo's manuscript is precious, and he may steal it first." The paper was stolen, but the poems were still there, which did not affect the meeting. Do you say?"

Qiao Juze was stunned for a moment, what the host said was really right, this possibility is not only there, but it is very likely, after all, Fang Yun's literary name is too big, and there are too many people who want him to write poems by himself.

The host then said: "Fang Zhenguo, since the pages were stolen, but you won't forget the poems, why don't you open your mouth and recite it yourself, so that our ears and eyes can shine and listen to your masterpieces, how about it?"

Fang Yun looked at the host quietly, without the slightest expression on his face, and it was only at this time that he finally knew the purpose of the Gu Guoren. (To be continued......)