Zhao Zhou snorted coldly, "Naturally, this son will invite you first, you don't look like a person who can make any good poems, and it is better to admit defeat by yourself after this son is done, so as not to humiliate yourself and laugh generously." ”

That haughty appearance seems to be unmatched by no one in the whole world. This appearance caused a commotion from the crowd below.

If this Zhao Zhou really has this talent, there is no problem with this attitude, and it is normal for others to mention that a talented person has a little temper.

And if you lose, I'm afraid that even if this face is completely lost, it will be a laughing stock in the capital in the future, and if it happens to be seen by that big man again, it is estimated that the future will be difficult to say.

The young man who attacked didn't care about Zhao Zhou's words, and smiled faintly, "Childe might as well invite first, as for what happened, don't you have to compare to find out?" ”

This measured behavior was in stark contrast to Zhao Zhou's aggressiveness, which made the onlookers give him a thumbs up in their hearts.

Even the forces that were observing in the shadows looked at him twice.

Zhao Zhou pretended to sneer disdainfully, then raised his head and proudly said the poem he had just written.

After he finished singing, there was a round of applause from the audience, although this poem is not excellent, but in such a short period of time, with the first snow as the title to get a poem that is both artistic conception and battle is superior, it is really worthy of his pride, no wonder he dared to release the attacker consciously give up the cruel words, it seems that although this product is dust-free, but there is quite a lot of goods in the stomach, the hot cold students in the capital are not in vain.

"It's your turn, I'm going to see what you can do."

After unexpectedly receiving praise from the crowd in the audience, the smugness on Zhao Zhou's face became even worse, and his gaze staring at the young man was a little provocative.

The eyes of the crowd were also focused on the young man, and many people sweated for him, this young man was not famous, and no one knew how many catties and taels he had.

The young man who attacked did not have the slightest anxiety and nervousness, but smiled at Zhao Zhou and praised: "Zhao Gongzi really deserves his reputation, and he is really a good poem." ”

Zhao Zhou with seven points of impatience and three points of pride, "That's natural, and you need to say, can you not be so grinding, you have to go back to the inn to read the book earlier than Ben Gongzi, what kind of night poetry meeting, but that's just like this, tsk tsk, it's just a waste of Ben Gongzi's time." ”

This look is as if he is already the head of this night poetry meeting. The attacking young man still did not show the slightest sign of anger. In the eyes of others, this appearance is polite and mild-tempered.

However, in Gu Ange's eyes, it has another meaning, in Gu Ange's opinion, this young man's good temper is actually a manifestation of not taking Zhao Zhou in his eyes at all, how can he be angry with a person who doesn't take it in his eyes at all? For a while, Gu Ange suddenly became a little interested in this mysterious attacker.

"In that case, it's ugly." The young man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and unhurriedly sang out the poem he had written, when he just sang the first sentence, Zhao Zhou's expression was still disdainful, but as he sang the remaining few sentences, his expression became more and more ugly, and his gloomy face was so gloomy that the people around him peeking at him stood on end.

After the young man's poem was finished, the crowd was silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst into applause and applause.

Compared with Zhao Zhou, like ordinary people, the artistic conception of the first snow depicts the loneliness and cold, this young man's poem is obviously more magnificent and atmospheric, sweeping away the loneliness and decay of everything around after the first snow, adding a bit of vitality, only in the artistic conception he is better than Zhao Zhou, not to mention his ingenuity in the choice of words and sentences, this time Zhao Zhou not only lost, but also defeated without the power to fight back.

After winning so much praise, the young man was quite indifferent, just standing there, still with a gentle smile. Naturally, the host decided that this time it was the young man who had won.

"You wait for Ben Gongzi!" Zhao Zhou, who lost, said such a sentence to the young man gloomily before leaving the game, and looked at his expression and didn't know what he would do.

Zhao Zhou, at first glance, is not a broad-minded person, I am afraid that through this incident, he has a grudge against that young man, and it is estimated that there will be trouble in the future.

"Waiting for you." The young man replied lightly. One is gentle and polite, the other is narrow-minded, such a contrast is naturally immediate.

"Send someone to find out, who is that." The same scene appeared in different rooms.

Zhou Qiye and Zhou Qifei, who were secretly staring, both instructed the people around them to investigate the young man's life experience, calculating how to bring this person under their command.

"This man is not good." Mo Wuxian picked up the teacup and took a sip, such a person who has a chance to win the first place in the imperial examination, there will naturally be no less forces to watch, it depends on which one pays the starting price.

"Go with the flow, it's natural to be able to win over, and it's providential if you can't win over." Zhou Qiye didn't care much about this, the so-called doing his best, obeying the mandate of heaven, he tried his best to win over, as for success or not, it depends on fate.

"You're still the same character." Mo Wuxian sighed helplessly. With Zhou Qiye's attitude, if it weren't for the fact that the Eastern Zhou Emperor really loved him, where would it be the means of Zhou Qifei, a guy who did not compromise his means to achieve his goal, it is estimated that there would be no scum left in the trap long ago.

But then again, if it weren't for the Eastern Zhou Emperor protecting him so much, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate Zhou Qiye's temperament.

For Mo Wuxian's light sigh, Zhou Qiye smiled absently and didn't say anything.

After Zhao Zhou stepped down, the champion became the young man.

"What do you call this son?" The host stepped forward and asked. "Lin Qian." The young man replied softly.

"Lin Qian, good name." The host politely praised a few words, and then turned to face the crowd, "Is there any son below who is willing to come up and learn from Lin Qiangong?" ”

Look at me, look at you, and after a long time, a man in his thirties walked up.

Naturally, it was unsurprisingly defeated.

Immediately after that, another person came to power, which also ended in failure. Lin Qian became the only one who managed to survive three rounds tonight, no matter whether he succeeded in winning the championship this time or not, he left an impact in front of those big names, as long as he can get a ranking in the imperial examination, then he will naturally be easy to rise.

After three rounds, no one stepped forward anymore, and just when the host was about to announce that the leader of this night poetry meeting was Lin Qian, a shallow voice suddenly sounded, "I want to try it in the next place." ”

So, everyone's eyes began to search for the person who spoke up. The person who spoke out was naturally Gu Ange, who had been watching the play all the time.

The host didn't seem to expect that there would be someone to challenge, and he was stunned for a moment before he said with a smile on his face: "Which son wants to challenge, please come to the stage." The person standing in front of Gu Ange saw the host staring at him, and hurriedly turned sideways, revealing the little boy behind him.

Everyone couldn't help but be a little disappointed when they saw that the person who was going to challenge was just a young man, what could such a small child look like, but a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.