Shao Bing walked three or five steps away from Tong San, stopped, and said coldly:

"Tong Gang Master, what do you mean? Get out of the way. ”

Tong San snorted coldly and said contemptuously:

"It's not interesting, I told you to go back quickly. Today, no matter who smashes the field of Wanhualou, don't blame Tong for not giving face. ”

Shao Bing was furious, pointed at the young man on the stage, and said sharply:

"That kid was open-mouthed and insulted us. If you dare to stop it, hum...... I'm not afraid that my 100,000 Zhenbei army will destroy your Four Waters Gang a hundred times. ”

Tong San looked up to the sky and laughed, high-fived and said:

"Hehe, so majestic, we are indeed far behind. The 1,000 brothers of the Four Waters Gang will destroy the Wuwei Hou Mansion once at most. Tong someone is here, and he can only kill you once at most. ”

After finishing his words, his eyes widened, his beard was all open, and the immortal master's momentum suddenly burst out, and he shouted:

"Get out of here!"

Shao Bing was so startled that he almost fell, and while walking quickly, he turned his head and pointed.

"Tong San, you wait, I'll call you to eat in prison tomorrow. There is also Dong Shu's house, first break two legs, and then throw them to feed the leopards. Don't even think about running ...... anyone who is waving flags here today."

There was a chorus of boos from behind.

However, some scholars quickly shut up, turned sideways, or covered their faces. They have no power or power, and if they are noticed by the prince of Wuwei, it will be a very terrifying thing.

Xintianyou saw that the atmosphere had become more solemn, and he felt a little guilty. Originally, it was such a joy to choose an oiran. was stirred up by himself, and people's hearts were panicked.

Gotta write a poem now. Dilute the atmosphere and save yourself from wasting time standing dry.

Xintianyou walked off the stage and said, bring the pen.

The little fat man Feng Cheng hurriedly stepped forward, took him into the shed, and said, "Brother, I have already prepared a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, what about it in it......"

Who knew that Xintianyou pushed him away and said, "Medium wolf, be harder." ”

After speaking, he turned to the side of the stage, which was a snow-white wall that had just been painted.

A few scholars suddenly realized.

The poem with the inscription on the pink wall is the last show to compete for the Oiran, and there are more masterpieces than anyone. Like the wall of the stage of Piaoxiangyuan, there are more than 20 long and short poems. They took the initiative to dedicate a few poems to Bai Ling'er, but they didn't see Wanhualou post them, leaving the wall awkwardly empty.

Seeing that "Dong Shu" was going to write poems, He Lang couldn't sit still and walked down the color shed quickly. As soon as he left, the civil officials and guests of the royal party also followed.

The nine judges were all celebrities from Baisha City, and they looked at each other when they saw this.

A Path:

"The Hundred Character Text" is breathtaking. It can be said that the ancient rhyme is the first, and the ancient calligraphy is the first. I said that Wanhualou was not in a hurry, and a poem was not presented, it turned out that there was a great god to support it. ”

Others retort.

"Since ancient times, good articles may not be good poems. Among the eight families of the Tang and Song dynasties, there was only one Su Shi's poetry and writing. After thousands of years, can you still find a second one? What's more, Dong Shu only has one "Hundred Character Essay" handed down, and it is too early for Brother Tai to say it. ”

The other people and the mud said: "Idle is also idle, it's better to go and see ......"

Immediately caused a chorus of echoes, go together, go together......

Zhou Ping slowly closed his eyes to recuperate and let them go, not angry at all.

Of the nine judges, two accepted bribes, two were threatened, and they couldn't afford to make a moth.

Bai Ling'er was slightly better than Li Ji with her piano skills, but she was judged to be a tie. The Heavenly Maiden Sanhua could have been tied with the Heavenly Demon Dance, but she was sentenced to a slight loss. Poetry is even easier to do, and there is no first in ancient literature. Unless it's a swan song for the ages, there's always a way to belittle it.

The more than 20 poems purchased with heavy money have been brewed and scrutinized for three months and half a year, and they belong to the best of the best. Unless Dong Shu is really an immortal, he can overshadow the limelight.

He is just Dong Junshou's nephew, what money can he have? The contest is definitely a trap set by the king party to break the jar. I want to make myself bleeding and not be able to get a compensation of 320,000 taels of gold, and lose my trust in the world, so as to take the opportunity to disturb the situation.

Thanks to Lao Tzu's cleverness, he will calculate. Once they repay the debt, the queen can take advantage of the situation to cut off the title and inheritance of Huawen, and confiscate the Marquis Mansion, hahaha......

The selection of the Oiran is actually a power contest before the decisive battle. Even if he folded his head for a while, the poetry item was held steadily, and Piaoxiangyuan still won......

In front of the powder wall, Xintianyou also closed his eyes.

He remembered the appearance of Bai Ling'er waving the ribbon, and found the most suitable poem, and also found the most appropriate form of expression - Huaisu Wild Grass.

But the font library of "Grass Sage" is not enough and needs to be redesigned. It is also necessary to consider the connection between the gesture and the rhyme, and the beauty of the overall layout......

A group of civil officials arrived, the nine judges came, and even Bai Ling'er showed up...... All of them held their breath and were isolated three meters away.

In the circle, Feng Cheng was holding a bowl of ink with admiration and a tube of wolf hair.

As for the Chinese language, I feel that there is nothing more attractive in the world than the magic circle, and I am too lazy to watch the excitement. The old and rough boy don't know poetry and books, but his ears have been filled with "immortals" these days, and he is a little curious. But Hua Wen didn't move, so he had to stay in the shed to accompany him.

A minute later, Xintianyou opened his eyes and waved his pen like a cloud of smoke.

"Light Luo small fan white orchid, slender waist jade belt dancing veil. It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled at Xinghua. ”

Oh......

The scholar and the son of the world were in chaos, and some people shouted "poetry and books", which immediately aroused admiration.

The people in the back couldn't see it, so they jumped to their feet in a hurry and shouted, "Brother in the front row, don't be corrupt, read it." ”

So, many people began to chant, buzzing like a swarm of bees collecting honey.

He Lang had learned the lesson of Qin Tianjian taking away the "Hundred Character Text" at the Taoli Banquet, and immediately announced loudly:

"The Oiran Festival is hosted by the Ministry of Rites and hosted by Baisha Province. This poem, of course, belongs to the Ministry of Rites. ”

Bai Ling'er was anxious and retorted:

"This is written to me by Dong Shu, and it has to be returned to Wanhualou......"

He Lang smiled bitterly:

"Of course, the poem belongs to Wanhualou, but the words belong to the Ministry of Rites. The stage is a public property, you can't take off the wall. Tonight I will send someone to guard it, build a shed to protect it from the rain, and cover it with a blue veil......"

The chief judge was radiant and said to the rest of the people:

"The old man looks at this one, it can be called a double masterpiece of poetry and books, when it is selected as the first of this Oiran Festival, what do you think?"

Most agreed, and a few disagreed.

"Calligraphy is indeed unique in the world, but the Oiran Festival is a masterpiece, so that the Qinglou has new words to sing. I watched the Piaoxiang Garden, and there were a few songs that did not fall behind. “

Humane:

"In my opinion, you can enter the top three...... However, it was only one song, and Wanhualou still lost. “

Xintianyou smiled, dipped in ink and wrote.

The brush is immersed in the lime of the powder wall, and the edge is more vigorous and strong. This time, he used the famous "Yan Muscle Willow Bone" in the Liu Gongquan font, the shape is crisp and thin, like an old tree in the middle of winter.

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

"Take the second flower bush lazy review, half edge cultivation and half edge Jun."

This is Yuan Zhen's best poem, and it is also a love song sung through the ages. However, it was not included in "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and it has been lost in the world.

Throw a million dollars at the beginning, and the following will blow up the pan. As soon as this poem appeared, the scene was silent. In front of Piaoxiang Garden, people ran towards this side one after another.

Bai Linger's tears fell down, as if she saw a thin green shirt standing in the sea of clouds, looking down on the mortal dust with infinite melancholy......

This man, really. never looks at people squarely, but always flirtatious. Last time, I was made to cry by "beautiful flowers, like water".

The person in the poem, could it be Somin's sister? He knew that they were cousins and could not be together.

No, this poem was written for me. Do you want to tell me that it's because you have to practice......

Xintianyou threw away his pen and said:

"Feng Chengcheng, take a flexible sheep's hair, and a rabbit's hair will also do."

He was a little embarrassed.

The essence accumulated by predecessors is all in the palm of your hand. But they treat them as leisure and tools, and they don't like them. And these people who are struggling to rebuild civilization really appreciate and really understand.

The world is only about ten to twenty years away from destruction. Today, why not take advantage of this event and write as much as you can to make everyone happy?