Chapter 86: When the poem is in progress

Looking at the students who were struggling to write, Qin Wudi had some expectations in his heart.

Although he knew that there was a high probability that there would not be any wonderful and glamorous people among the students below.

But also, I can't rule out the possibility of hearing a few good poems.

You must know that most of the people below have put their life's future on this poetry meeting.

"How many of the young men down here are there who value them?"

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one had handed in the papers, Qin Wudi was also a little bored.

He simply used his spiritual power to talk to a few old men.

As soon as this remark came out.

One of the four white-bearded old men said simply and clearly: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the King of Shu has great talents!"

Although these four people have no official positions in the court, they also know Qin Yu's true identity.

Hearing this, Qin Wuyi's eyes flashed with a trace of undetectable embarrassment.

But he still didn't say anything in the end.

There were two more old men in green shirts, who followed closely after them and reported the names of Xiao Nan and Xiao Nan of the Ark.

and listed some of the deeds of the two.

The last old man is MMP!

What else can he say, everything he can say will be finished by these three old guys, and it will be his turn to have nothing.

After so many years of friendship, it seems that it has faded!

Qin Wushu naturally didn't think of another old man, what he thought in his heart at this time, he nodded secretly, he really didn't expect that this poetry meeting would have his eldest son in addition to this Gundam.

Even the first and second places were there, which made him feel a little interesting.

In Qin Wudi's opinion, the kid named Fang Zhou was actually the real number one.

His own son, although he doesn't want to admit it, but he really doesn't rely on his own ability.

After a full hour, the Ark stopped his pen and put the brush back in his hand.

Looking up in one direction, I realized.

Qin Yu had already finished writing, and was sitting in his seat, looking at the front with a blank gaze, looking like he was out of the world.

Seeing this scene, the ark was immediately furious.

is actually distracted, is it accurate that he is not his opponent?

Who is this underestimating!?

At the thought of this, he turned his head away and snorted softly.

There have been people who have put down their pens one after another.

Qin Wushu saw that most of the people below had already put away their pens, so he proposed, "How about closing the paper now?"

Seeing that Qin Wushu had spoken, the four old men naturally did not have the slightest objection.

Of course, even with them, they have to hold back.

The person who said this is the lord of the world in the entire Kyushu, a small poetry club, and it's not like he can do whatever he wants.

Asking a few of them old men is just a respectful and polite remark.

It would be really stupid to refuse.

It's hard to really treat yourself as a dish!

Soon.

Stacks of bound poems were presented to the judges' bench.

Finally having their own use, the four old men were very happy, looked at it very seriously, and nodded and shook their heads from time to time.

Suddenly, I heard a "bang!" sound.

An old man in a white robe slammed the table.

Everyone was a little confused by this change.

Just thinking about it, I heard the old man say angrily:

"Who wrote this "Song of Qin", it's simply unsightly, come and come, come up and tell the old man that this poem has nothing to do with what His Majesty said just now!"

As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately understood.

Seeing that no one came out to admit it.

Several students looked at the people around them playfully, trying to find out who did it.

But after all, there is no fool here, who would dare to stand up if a respected old-timer is like this.

Standing up and being ridiculed by everyone, not to mention, the parents and relatives in the family will also be implicated.

Your Majesty is watching from above, as the saying goes, if the son does not teach, the father is at fault.

The son's incompetence is very likely to be made into an article by some people with intentions, saying that it is the father's incompetence and making a big declaration.

In short, in the current situation, anyone with a little brain will not stand up!

The other three old men on the judges' stage also looked at the "Song of Qin" together, and after reading it, they also blew their beards and stared.

I opened my mouth, but in the end I didn't say anything.

Qin Wushu also glanced at the three of them after reading it, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Alas! this poetry meeting is really not as good as one session!"

"I thought that this poetry meeting would still be of some use after all, but I didn't want it to be like this!"

"The prince abolished it, and it really makes sense!"

"Your Majesty's atonement is the ...... we are waiting for" Bai Xu spoke as soon as Qin Wushu finished speaking.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Wushu waving his hand.

Seeing this, the other three shook their heads with a wry smile, and continued to look at the poetry manuscript in their hands.

Different from the calm of the four judges on the stage.

Qin Wudi's words just now were like throwing a bombshell in the crowd.

Blow everyone up.

If they didn't misunderstand the meaning of His Majesty's words just now, then this poetry meeting they are now participating in.

It is undoubtedly the last poetry meeting officially held.

This also means that from now on, the road for them to become officials has become narrower.

Strangely, however.

Even though they knew the truth of this, they seemed to have nothing in their hearts except for the trace of confusion just now.

Maybe it's because all the other ideas were used up when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince announced the abolition!

At this time, an old man in a green shirt took the paper in his hand and said to the old man in a white robe.

"Old man Yu, it seems that your luck is not bad, you look at my article, the whole bullshit doesn't make sense, the old man really didn't see what he wanted to write!"

The old man surnamed Yu took the paper and glanced at it hastily, and snorted coldly: "This kind of person, not entering the court is his greatest luck!"

"Two of you come to see this, it's really not easy to write such a work at such a young age!"

Another old man in a green shirt saw that the two of them were not happy at the moment, and put the white paper in his hand in front of the two with a smile.

The two of them became interested as soon as they heard this, and said with a smile: "If you can make Old Man Su feel good, then you have to take a good look!"

After speaking, their eyes lit up, and they all said in unison: "Who wrote this "Yanzhou Song"?"

Hearing the voices of the two, Fang Zhou stood up and arched his hand: "Mr. Review, Mr. Yu, this is written by the junior." ”

The old man surnamed Gu nodded and said: "The writing is good, not only depicting the bitter cold of Yanzhou in a few sentences, but also using allusions to describe the difficulties and dangers suffered by the Qin army when they invaded Yanzhou." ”

"Good, good, good, you can write this kind of work at this age, or without going to the barracks or on the battlefield, it's really commendable!"

The old man surnamed Yu helped his beard and said, "I think that the boy Fang has worked you." ”

Fang Zhou arched his hand and said, "Students, thank you for the compliment!"

Qin Wushu looked at Fang Ark and couldn't help but nod in his heart.

There is one thing to say that this kid is really good, cultivate his achievements well, absolutely above his father, and it is impossible for him to become the mainstay of the court one day.

The three old men originally wanted to hand it to the white-bearded old man on the very edge to see.

But when he saw that the other party was looking at it wholeheartedly at this time, he didn't bother with the pile of poems in front of him.

Meanwhile.

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