As soon as Ji Zhibai left, the left party members left 6 times.

A few months ago, at least half of the people would have left, but now less than half of them are leaving.

Chen Hanlin in the pavilion breathed a sigh of relief, and began to preside over the Xuemei Wenhui according to the usual practice, and was going to invite the person with the highest status in the plum garden to give a speech, but Jiang Hechuan was not interested, so he directly went to the next step, and asked the ten new children to recite the top ten poems on the Xuemei Wen list last year.

These children were extremely happy, they were not only here as a courtesy, but also because so many scholars were present, and it was very beneficial to them.

After the ten children finished reciting the poems of last year's Xuemei Cultural Club, Chen Hanlin began to tell interesting stories about the previous Xuemei Cultural Club, several of which many people have heard and never get tired of listening to.

Fang Yun participated in the Xuemei Wenhui for the first time, and many interesting things were heard for the first time, which was quite interesting.

The slave and Ao Huang also listened carefully, a fox and a dragon often laughed, the slave laughed softly, very ladylike, but Ao Huang laughed, the sound shook half a mile, and the slave patted him with his fluffy little paws from time to time to make him quiet.

Encountering a story that was too funny, the slave slave jumped into Fang Yun's arms with his stomach and rolled around laughing.

The plum garden is full of laughter.

After telling interesting stories, Chen Hanlin said: "This year's Xuemei literature list is better than in previous years, so I will start with the tenth ranked "Lin Xue". I remember that last year's Mr. Sun Hanlin wrote an article "Pine Snow", so why don't I ask Mr. Sun to comment on this poem! ”

The old gentleman Sun stood up with a smile, and walked slowly towards the pavilion after he was over eighty years old, with a calm and calm demeanor.

But a few of the guests were chuckling softly, and some of them were students of Mr. Sun, because Mr. Sun had a habit of saying anything with the mantra "very good" at the end.

When he was still a jinshi, he was teaching in the school palace, and when he was lecturing on the scriptures, a group of students colluded and found an opportunity, and said "very good" in unison before him, and the voice almost topped the roof.

Mr. Sun was dumbfounded, he didn't know what to say for a while, and he held back a sentence of "very bad" in his mouth, which made the students laugh and hurt their stomachs.

However, the students did not have malicious intent, because Mr. Sun was indeed talented and learned, otherwise he would not have become the most important Mr. Xue Gong in a country, and the leading students took the initiative to apologize afterwards. Mr. Sun didn't care about this and was extremely open-minded.

I saw Mr. Sun standing on the pavilion, taking the poem from Chen Hanlin's hand, smiling and nodding, and said, "This poem ......."

"Very good!" the voices in the plum garden came and went, in addition to the young students, there were some old readers who liked to be lively.

Mr. Sun still didn't care, and said with a smile: "...... Great! Wonderful, and let me ...... one by one."

The seating arrangement of the plum garden is very particular, some people are willing to appreciate the poems, some people are unwilling, and the arrangements in advance are left behind, so there are several tables on both sides of the pavilion for those who are willing to take the stage to appreciate the poems, and then the presiding officer of the literary meeting chooses which one is suitable for appreciating what poems.

Most of the people who appreciate poetry are old people who read poetry books, and young students rarely go, after all, there are too many poetry dictionaries, and even old gentlemen may use them wrong, let alone young people. For the mistakes in the process of appreciating and analyzing poetry, no one has attacked, the sea of literature is vast, and even Confucians may have mistakes or even blind spots in their memory.

Fang Yun looked at Mr. Sun and nodded secretly, this old gentleman has experienced the double accumulation of time and knowledge, that kind of open-mindedness and calmness are not learned by young people, this kind of old gentleman may be red-faced for learning, but if someone maliciously insults him on the street, he doesn't even raise his eyelids.

There are seats for appreciating poems, and naturally there are seats for self-dedicated poems, and the practice of the Xuemei Literary Club is to appreciate and analyze one, and let one person come to the stage to compose poems, most of them are young students, and there are some people with high literary positions who want to be on the list.

Chen Hanlin ordered a young man to go to the pavilion to compose a poem.

The first person to present a poem in the Beijing Xuemei Literary Association should be the champion of this year, but unfortunately Ji Zhibai left early, and the second place was not there, so Chen Hanlin had to find Tanhua to offer poems.

After Tanhua finished composing the poem, Chen Hanlin picked out a few good points and praised them, without mentioning mistakes and flaws, and without asking people with too high status to appreciate and analyze too carefully, which is also a kind of courtesy. If the poem is on the literary list, Chen Hanlin will find others to appreciate it.

Fang Yun's "Farewell Li Wenying in the Snow" is on the literary list, but Chen Hanlin didn't mention a word, obviously preparing for the final appreciation and analysis, as the highlight of the literary meeting.

Not only the capital has a Xuemei Wenhui, but every city in the ten countries has a Xuemei Wenhui, but Kongcheng and the capital of the ten countries are the grandest.

The poem of Tanhua was not on the list, and many people sighed softly, but there was a change in the list, and the tenth ranked one was squeezed down, and a new poem went straight to the fifth place.

Fang used the official seal to enter the literary list and took a look, the new poem was written by a Hanlin person, and it was written by Duan Yaohai, one of the "Eight Masters of Hanlin" of this generation, which caused many people at the Wenhui to whisper.

"It is worthy of the Hanlin Eight Horses, this person is not famous for his poetry, but he can write poems on the list, and he is really talented. ”

"There are many talents in Qiguo, and two of the eight juns of this generation are in Qiguo, but unfortunately no one in my Jingguo has become eight jun. ”

"It's the Gu Kingdom that has produced a Hanlin Bajun who compares me to Jingguo. ”

"Bajun just has a unique talent, and it is evaluated every five years, there is an age need, many outstanding talents are missed, and some people are not willing to be ranked in Bajun at all. Just like the four great talents, not everyone likes them. ”

"But Hanlin Bajun is a great honor after all, if nothing else, Fang Zhenguo will definitely be among them. ”

"Nonsense, if he becomes Hanlin and doesn't become Bajun, then Bajun will have no name in the future. ”

Although there are many discussions, the whole thing is to praise Duan Yaohai's talent.

As soon as the literary list changed, Chen Hanlin immediately asked people to appreciate the poems.

Xuemeiwen's meeting will take a long time, and it won't end until dawn tomorrow.

Time passed slowly, and there were people who continued to appreciate and analyze poems at the literary meeting, and people continued to offer poems, and the literary list kept changing, but Fang Yunna's "Farewell Li Wenying in the Snow" has always been on the list, and no one can pass it.

The scholars stayed up late without hurting their bodies, but those family members couldn't hold it and left 6 times.

Fang Yun originally wanted Yang Yuhuan and the three of them to leave, but the three of them resolutely refused to leave, and Nu Nu and Ao Huang also did not leave, they were all very interested in Wenhui, so Fang Yun had no choice but to give up.

There are fewer people in the plum garden, but the atmosphere is more active, and many people are waiting for the time when the uglies intersect, because according to the convention, there will be a large number of excellent poems at that moment, and the ranking on the literary list will flip like flying, also known as the "Feiwen list", which is the favorite thing for readers to talk about every year.

It is getting closer and closer to the ugly time, the number of people who offer poems has increased significantly, and the ranking on the literary list has changed more and more frequently.

Fang Yun looked at Jiang Hechuan and said in a low voice, "Lord Wenxiang, I have to compose poetry today?"

"Rhetorical articles are also available. Jiang Hechuan looked ahead, his gaze seemed to be a little hollow, obviously cultivating silently.

Fang Yun had no choice but to say, "When will you do it?"

"Do it as soon as the ugly time comes, don't waste time, go back to sleep after suppressing the talents of the ten countries. Jiang Hechuan said.

"You...... It's just that. ”

Fang Yun calculated the time in his heart, and when he was ugly, it was one o'clock in the morning when he used the time in the army, and it would arrive soon.

When one o'clock in the morning was approaching, no one in the plum garden was offering poems, and everyone looked at Fang Yun.

At the same time, Xue Meiwen will be surprisingly calm in the cities of Jingguo, waiting for something, and other countries are also changing.

There are people from all over the ten countries looking in the direction of Jingguo Jingjing.

"I don't know if Fang Zhenguo can still Zhenguo again!"

"Fang Zhenguo, don't write, don't, if you write, I won't be on the Xuemei list this year......"

"Zhenguo failed! Zhenguo failed......" a few people cursed in secret.

Many people who have become famous are extremely calm at the moment, and they don't seem to be ready to compose poetry at the most critical time.

The bell rang when it was ugly, and at this moment in previous years, there would be chaos on the Xuemei literary list, but now, the literary list was quiet, and the ranking was motionless.

Tens of thousands of people look at the capital, Meiyuan Town in the world.

"Go up. Jiang Hechuan said.

Fang Yun nodded, and spoke as he walked towards the pavilion.

"Xuemei Wenhui is one of the Terran Heavy Wenhui, and on the day I first came out of the Dragon Terrace, I thought about it in my heart, and I had no clue. After being imprisoned in the tiger prison, he recalled the past, thought about the day, and made a half-que poem "Fortune Operator", but he couldn't make the second half of the story anyway. I'll write it out first. ”

Fang Yun entered the pavilion as he spoke, and picked up a pen to write the first half of the poem "Fortune Operator".

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. ”

Sighs erupted.

Nunu blinked and looked at Ao Huang.

Ao Huang thought about it and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao said in a low voice: "The first half of this word is probably to recall the scene seen in early spring, next to the broken bridge of the post station, a plum tree is in full bloom alone, and no one pays attention to it. It was the twilight time, and now there is only one plant, which is naturally particularly sad, but what is more bleak is that the wind and rain are combined, and the plum blossom petals are scattered. ”

"Xiaoyun suffered. Yang Yuhuan lowered his head, wiped his tears with his hand, and Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly handed over the handkerchief.

The slave jumped on Yang Yuhuan's lap, looked at Yang Yuhuan, and screamed softly to comfort her.

Fang Yun continued: "I have already realized the hardships I have endured in prison, but I was sent out of the tiger prison before I could think of the second half. It wasn't until I passed the Moon Tree Divine Punishment that I had time to think about the second half of the que. With that, Fang Yun continued to write.

In the process of Fang Yun's writing, Jiang Hechuan casually threw out the text and printed it, and the invisible force fell on the paper.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

After Fang Yun finished writing, his talent soared, and more than four feet of talent jumped on the paper.

The word becomes a town country.

The fragrance of ink is fluttering, the sound is spread for hundreds of miles, the words are bright, and the visions are frequent.

But at the end, a warm breath permeates the plum garden.

At this moment, it is obviously late winter, and the plum trees are not fully open even if they are affected by the power of the temple, but after the words are completed, countless plum blossoms compete to open, and the branches are full of branches, and the plum fragrance is strong.

The branches of the plum tree are covered with pink, red, and white plum blossoms, and there are so many plum blossoms that they are pressed down to the bottom of the branches.

"This ......" Jiang Hechuan looked surprised. r1152

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