"Miss Cheng has signed up for the competition?"

When Moxiang's purpose was achieved, he stopped pestering Cheng Chen and returned to Luo Xin's side. Liang Ruosi finally got the opportunity to get close to the beauty.

"Liang Gongzi! The slave family doesn't want to come out and sacrifice ugliness! ”

Luo Xin also came in at this time and said: "Miss Cheng is modest, the two words sung by Miss Cheng can already be regarded as a masterpiece of the world, and I believe in Miss Cheng's talent and learning!" ”

"I'm afraid this will disappoint Master Luo! The slave family has no talent to learn. Cheng Chen felt that his face was very hot.

Although Cheng Chen plagiarized, he was embarrassed to admit it when others mentioned it.

"I also believe in Miss Cheng below!" Liang Ruosi looked at Cheng Chen with a sincere face, and Cheng Chen was even more embarrassed to see it, this is forcing me to plagiarize, although I also think so.

"Giggles! Look at these two people and my sister's eyes! My sister also believes in my sister. Mo Xiangjiao's laughter attracted the attention of many people, and Mo Xiang also threw flattering glances at them.

"Humph!" This can provoke Luo Xin upset, and snorted heavily, I don't know if Luo Xin is jealous or disgusted with Mo Xiang's perverse and does not cherish his reputation.

"Bell, bell!" After three gongs and drums sounded, an elegant old man walked out of the field.

"Now all those who participate in the poetry contest are invited to come forward!"

As the old man spoke, more than sixty people stood on the red satin on the ground, and Cheng Chen also followed.

The elegant old man picked up the stick holder on the table and began to shake it, and it took a long time to shake it before a thin stick fell out.

"Nine!"

The old man took the slip and walked to the mahogany box with the word 'nine' written on it, opened the lid of the box and took out a note.

"Make a birthday poem!"

The elegant old man said: "The contestants stepped forward to compose poems. Time is a stick of incense! ”

The booth was quite large, like a juggling venue, full of people inside and outside, and the vacant space in the middle was also very wide, with eight rows of shorter desks in the middle of the room, each row of ten tables.

Cheng Chen walked over and chose a desk at random. Before you put pen to paper, you should search for poems about birthday celebrations in your mind. Cheng Chen thought for a while, and recalled a very appropriate birthday poem, as long as it was slightly changed.

癸海phoenix明lotus moon day,

In the early week, Jiazi was happy.

The wind and the sun are beautiful and the blue haze,

The water and the mountains are clear and surrounded by purple smoke.

The fog and the clouds are at ease,

The bead is round and the jade rhyme is pleasant.

Bamboo pine Hongshou spring resident,

Looking forward to the 100-year-old feast.

Cheng Chen put down the pen, only to realize that he was the first to finish, and waited for a long time to reach the time of a stick of incense, which is really not a good thing to finish writing too early, and after writing, he stood stupidly and was judged by everyone.

After everyone's poems were taken away, the elegant old man began to shake the second sign.

"Three!"

The old man walked to the No. 3 mahogany box again, opened the lid of the box, took out a note, and reported the title:

"With the moon as the theme, write a poem. Please get started! ”

It doesn't have to be too easy, okay? This can be heard in later TV dramas, and there are not too many poems about the moon! Primary school textbooks all have "Silent Night Thoughts".

Cheng Chen decided to plagiarize another more brilliant poem by Li Bai.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring.

I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess.

When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse.

Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan.

Cheng Chen had to write slowly this time, first wrote two sentences and then pretended to ask for a long time, and waited for a few people to hand in the papers, and then picked up the pen to make up for what was not written below.

When all the contestants had their papers taken away, everyone in the room looked at the old pedants who were being discussed.

The waiting time is the most painful, especially those contestants, Cheng Chen looked at Mo Xiang, seeing Mo Xiang's nervous expression, Cheng Chen felt funny, but he was so nervous because he cared too much.

Cheng Chen is calm, there are poems written by poets and immortals to support the field, how can he not be calm? There will be at least one round to get the first place.

As for the first song, it is also a good work, but it should not be underestimated by others.

"Bell, bell!"

"The first place in the poetry contest tonight is here, No. 36!"

"Who's Thirty-Six?"

"This brother is thirty-six? Congratulations to Brother Ren next! A young man in a scarf robe waved his hand to the young scholar standing next to him, with a look of admiration on his face.

"Brother Ren, you are mistaken, the number of students is twenty-six." The young gentleman also returned the salute very politely.

"Oh? If it's not Brother Ren, who would it be? The young man turned his head and glanced at the contestants around him.

There are many discussions on the field, which brother is talented?

Mo Xiang's teeth were about to be crushed, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Cheng Chen, the thirty-sixth was brought back by her.

Cheng Chen was a little overwhelmed at the moment, the previous calmness no longer existed, and it was not okay to stand up and stand up.

"Thirty-six, please come forward." The elegant old man was already standing in the center of the field with a long brocade box in his hand.

Cheng Chen took a deep breath, and the lotus step moved away lightly to the old man.

"Senior, the number of the little girl is thirty-six!"

The audience was in an uproar...............

The old man looked at Cheng Chen carefully at this moment, and only after a long time did he speak: "Well, that's good!" At a young age, he is so brilliant and talented, not inferior to men, and women are not allowed to shave their eyebrows! Come! Take it! ”

Cheng Chen stretched out his hand and took the long brocade box handed over by the old man.

"This old gentleman, it's not that the student is not convinced by this girl's literary brilliance, the student just wants to appreciate the poems written by this girl! Please also sir! Li Tingfang is confident that he can win the first place tonight, and the poems he wrote are indeed excellent, he has this proud capital, because he is a township trying to solve the yuan. A dark horse that came out halfway out of the way left him at a loss.

"Yes, the students also want to see this girl's literary brilliance!" Another gentleman chimed in.

"Exactly! From the student's point of view, all the articles should be read out and given to everyone present to taste! ”

The discussion on the field gradually started, but this benevolent brother was a little grandstanding! This posture is clearly distrustful of those old pedants who read poetry.

"Humph! The old man doesn't have that much to spare! Only the first place is read! If there is anyone who listens to it, he realizes that it is even more than that! The old man found his roll again and compared! The elegant old man's face was displeased, and he glared fiercely at the grandstanding scholar.

The elegant old man took Cheng Chen's two scrolls and recited them aloud:

癸海phoenix明lotus moon day,

In the early week, Jiazi was happy

…………

After the two poems were read, the old man glanced at Li Tingfang with disdain and said, "Do you still have any objections?" These two are masterpieces! ”

The scholars present only felt embarrassed, and they couldn't compare to other women's women after studying hard for decades, and their popularity had been lost. A blind eye, looking down on women.

"Shame! Shame on you! There were a few sighs of shame on the field.