Seeing these famous poets, and then thinking of the rules of this literary meeting, Fang Yun secretly scolded the scholars of the Confucian literary world for being no less treacherous than the Shengyuan Continent, and the thing is obvious, these famous poets don't need to write good poems, they only need to write something similar to their own level, then they will definitely lose.

Fang Yun swept over and found that the generals of the Qishan Army and the Lumen Army were smiling, and Wei Changxian even defiantly raised the teacup, made a toast gesture, and then drank it all.

When the Great War came, there was no wine in the Wenhui.

Fang Yun thought about it, although his experience in this area was good, he was still young after all, so he first passed on the book to Zhu Fengqiong, and then to the poet-idiot old man, and asked the two experienced old men how to crack this kind of literary meeting.

The two old men replied quickly, and the content of the answers was extremely consistent.

There is no way to win other than to overwhelm the other party with absolute "odd".

After a while, the poet-idiot old man passed the book again.

"Have you ever studied Fang Xusheng's poems and articles?"

Fang Yun replied: "I only knew that there was this person after I was released from prison, and I had already read all his poems and articles, and I had them all in mind, I don't know why Mr. mentioned Fang Xusheng?"

The poet-idiot old man said: "Fang Xusheng made a 'cross palindrome poem' at the Spring Festival Sending Conference last year, this is a typical bizarre poem, do you know?"

"Naturally. The ten words "Ying's cry on the shore and willows make the spring clear and the moon is bright" to form a poem is a strange, and it can form a palindromic poem upside down, so it is two strange. Generally speaking, it is not difficult to write a poem with a strange one, but a poem with a second odd is very rare, and a poem with a strange one is even rarer. With my ability, I am afraid that I can only make two strange poems. ”

"Yes, they just figured this out, if you make a strange poem, you will definitely lose, if you make two strange poems, they can use the rules of the literary society to be judged by three scholars, and you will definitely lose! If you want to win, you can only make three strange poems, there is no other way!"

Fang Yun replied with a wry smile: "The Sanqi poems are too difficult, really very difficult. Every time one odd is added, the difficulty increases almost a hundredfold, and the difficulty of three odd poems is almost ten thousand times that of one odd poem!"

"It's good that you know. However, in the old man's opinion, it is good for you to lose once, you can settle down, and you will not be arrogant because of your sudden fame. ”

Fang Yun suddenly felt helpless. I really don't care about winning or losing, but since Zhu Fengqiong has given an order, if I can't win, it will cause the name of the Wen to be damaged, and make the Lei family feel that they are not qualified for Wen Bi, and their attitude will inevitably change, in case they suddenly take back their half-saint clothes, it will not be beautiful.

Fang Yun sat quietly and didn't say a word.

After the prefect of Guangzhou announced the rules of the cultural association. He smiled again: "According to the convention, the Wenhui has a color head, and today's head is provided by the Marquis of Qishan, which is a Hanlin Wenbao." Named 'Zhushui Pen', it is said that a Zhujiang Marquis several generations ago injected his talent into it before his death to form this pen. It is a coincidence that the current generation of Zhujiang Marquis is also here. ”

The audience was silent.

Fang Yun immediately learned Zhang Longxiang's habits. His right fist was clenched, his fingers clenched softly, and he glared angrily at the prefect of Guangzhou.

Fang Yun didn't know how this pen got into the hands of Qishan Hou Goubao. But it can be guessed that Gou Bao should have gotten his hands on this pen during the past ten years, and used this pen as a trophy to provoke himself and make himself want to win.

If you can't win the top spot today and can't get this bead pen, it will bring a second humiliation to the Zhang family, and it will become the laughing stock of the whole world!

Wenbao has been lost twice, who will inherit the ancestral industry?

Fang Yun could already imagine how fierce the attack and humiliation from the outside world would be if he couldn't get this pen.

"What a Gou Bao! I beat your son like that, you can still laugh when you see me, and I don't mention the old things at all, it turns out that I have been prepared for a long time!" Fang Yun thought to himself, looking at Gou Bao.

The corners of Gou Bao's mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were still cold.

The prefect of Guangzhou smiled and held up a wooden box, the surface of the wooden box is transparent glass, through which you can see a wolf pen in Kai.

"Marquis Zhang, do you remember this pen? Presumably you will go all out to win the championship today, take this pen away, and the lower officials are here to wish you prosperity and prosperity!"

Wei Changxian smiled and said with a spring thunder: "Lord Prefect, Lord Zhujiang Hou will definitely take this pen away, otherwise, the reputation of the Pearl River Marquis Mansion for hundreds of years will be in vain." I really like this pen, and if anyone gets this pen, I'm willing to exchange it for two Hanlin treasures. ”

Lumenhou suddenly scolded: "Hugh is rude!"

"The lower official knows his mistake. Wei Changxian smiled and admitted his mistake.

Fang Yun didn't say a word, his face was pale.

The prefect of Guangzhou put down the pen, and then introduced the second piece of color, which was provided by the Marquis of Lumen, and it turned out to be the thing of the Marquis of Zhujiang back then!

Fang Yun was silent, he didn't expect Gou Bao and Lumen Hou to do this again and again, and anger was brewing in his heart.

"You guys will pay for today's mistakes!"

After the Guangzhou prefect announced the lottery, he left the high platform.

Some of the people in the venue were talking, some bowed their heads and pondered, some smiled, and some shook their heads gently.

After a short time, someone claimed to have made a strange poem and handed over the written poem to the high platform in front.

Two quarters of an hour later, more than twenty poems had accumulated on the table of the high platform.

The prefect of Guangzhou walked up to the high platform and said with a smile: "There are still two quarters of an hour before the end of the poem, you are not in a hurry, think slowly." The official first selected a few strange poems to feast on the guests. This first ...... There is an article by Xie Yuangong, the newly promoted Guangzhou Mansion last year, which also says that he doesn't want to compete for rankings, but just wants to throw bricks and lead the way. Yes, the official first read this 'one-word poem' by Duke Yuan. ”

Fang Yunxin said that the prefect of Guangzhou had a lot to do with last year's Xie Yuan, and deliberately read his poems first.

The prefect of Guangzhou picked up the page of poetry and recited it slowly, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder.

"A flower, a willow, a fish,

A touch of the sun and a bird flying,

One mountain, one water, one courtyard,

A forest of green leaves, one person returns. ”

After the prefect of Guangzhou finished reciting, there were praises everywhere in the Wenhui, and the surroundings of Xie Yuan were even more lively, and everyone congratulated him, and he humbly thanked him.

Fang Yun didn't care, but the prefect of Guangzhou suddenly looked at Fang Yun and said with a smile: "Lord Zhujianghou, I see that you have no interest in this poem, do you think this poem is unbearable?"

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that he had a wrong consciousness before, and he thought that the prefect of Guangzhou had a good relationship with this Xie Yuan, but he actually sowed discord, obviously wanting to offend that Xie Yuan and attract the forces behind Xie Yuan.

Fang Yun laughed and said, "Lord Prefect, I think this poem is very good, and I am appreciating it in my heart, who knows that you actually said that I would think it is unbearable, how much enmity do you have with this little brother?"

"Oh, do you mean that this poem by Xie Yuangong can win the first place?" asked the prefect of Guangzhou with a smile.

(To be continued.) )