Compared with the pure emotion of the onlookers, the thoughts of the nobles in the box are more complicated.

"It's already more than ten, when will these two people compare," In the Tianzi Pavilion, Situ Gaoyi frowned and said, "You can't just keep competing, right?" ”

"This is a gamble, and it is natural to keep competing until there is a distinction between the superior and the inferior," Nian Huazang's expression was a little complicated, but he still spoke.

"After all, it's not an ordinary competition in the academy," Hong Shan drank the wine in his glass, wiped his mouth and interjected, "If it was in the academy, it would have been a long time ago to shake hands and make peace." ”

"With such a big bet on your back, you can't make peace even if you want to," he said with some sympathy.

"But," said the rough man, laughing, "the atmosphere of these two men is very good now, and there is no sign that they are fighting to the death." ”

"Obviously, whoever loses will lose tens of thousands of taels of silver." He shook his head.

"Indeed," Situ Gaoyi also laughed, glanced at Zhu Rong's direction with some scruples, and said with a smile, "These two chess opponents must be sympathetic to each other." ”

As he spoke, there was another sound of tapping downstairs.

Outside, there was thunder again, and there was a tidal wave of applause.

"Wow!" There were also people in the pavilion who couldn't help clapping their hands, and the Tao female official standing next to Princess Jinyang looked at the princess with bright eyes, and said excitedly, "Your Palace...... Miss, Miss Nine has memorized a long poem again! ”

Duan Haochu, who was sitting not far away, put down his wine glass, and the corners of his mouth curved into an arc.

"It's amazing, even Yun Shui Yin can be memorized, these two people are simply freaks," Situ Gaoyi looked out the window, shook his head and sighed, "There are three hundred and seventy-seven sentences, two thousand four hundred and seventy-six words!" ”

Hong Shan's eyes widened when he heard this, he got up and walked to the window, leaning over to look at it and saying, "I don't know how your literati's brains grow, and how you can memorize all those twists and turns. ”

"I knew that Brother Hong didn't like to endorse the most," Situ Gaoyi said with a smile.

Hong Shan didn't refute, and looked at the high platform intently, "That kid Yu Sinian usually looks like a stuffy gourd, I didn't expect to be so good at reciting poems, I want to see what he looks like now." ”

"You, you," Situ Gaoyi shouted at him with a smile, "It's just that you don't know what he is capable of, have you seen anything?" ”

Hong Shan didn't answer immediately, but looked out the window a little stunned, and the original laughing and scolding expression faded.

"What's wrong?" Situ Gaoyi stood up and walked over to him.

"Brother Yu, he looks very happy." Hong Shan looked at Yu Sinian who was standing in the center of the high platform and said in a daze.

Situ Gaoyi looked at it carefully with some hesitation, and then muttered, "Indeed, I have never seen him look like this. ”

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……

Yu Sinian and Zhu Luan stood face to face in the center of the high platform, their eyes looking straight ahead, falling on each other's faces, and they didn't look around at all, as if they were not in this world.

Yu Si Nian's eyes were like stars, and he looked like he was standing there quietly, but the inside was turbulent.

His mental and physical strength is being mobilized to the limit, and countless poetry collections are floating in his mind in his mind, and he has been reading hard since he was a child, carefully collecting and inadvertently recording those poems and beautiful sentences, those or condescending teeth, or catchy and constantly appearing in front of his eyes, for thousands of years, under the same starry sky, those stories that poets have recited, and the scenery they have seen have passed rapidly in front of his eyes.

A burning flush crept up the young man's fair cheeks, and whenever the emcee's singing note got into his ears, he searched desperately in this grand picture scroll, and then sang it with this girl.

The process is both painful and painful.

It's been a long time since he's been able to recite poetry to his heart's content.

No matter how difficult the poem is, no matter how difficult it is to resonate with other people, the girl in front of him can respond to him.

He spoke, and she spoke.

He chanted, and she chanted.

Rhythm, rhyme, emotion, he could hear it, she really understood the poems.

Yu Sinian is a genius, and geniuses are always lonely. As he grew older, when he mentioned some poems, there was no one to encourage and praise him as he did when he was a child, but more puzzled and confused, and when he said too much, the other children began to ridicule him.

So he had to become more and more silent.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was at the same pace as him, not only able to keep up with his rhythm, but even faintly revealing the aura of the audience, he was both surprised and excited.

He originally thought that she was an arrogant girl who was selling her reputation, but he didn't expect that this little girl really had such a ability.

Yu Sinian looked into her eyes, her eyes were also focused and bright, so radiant that it seemed that there was a flame burning inside, and in this situation, it was intoxicating.

And Zhu Luan also felt hearty, never thought that many years ago, he was rumored to be a child who would become a child who hurt Zhongyong, and many years later, he would be able to fight him one day.

One song after another, the atmosphere in the venue was extremely warm, every time they memorized a song, the two of them were extremely eager for the arrival of the next song, and the two looked at the two of them who were immersed in the gambling game, and Duan Zhiyun on the side was not in such a good mood.

No matter how much she searched in the jar, no matter how obscure the poems she found, they were recited word by word, which made her extremely frustrated.

She searched for the jar regardless of the image, hoping to stretch her hand a little deeper and deeper, but she couldn't find a poem that these two people couldn't do.

Looking at the two of them who were getting faster and faster, their eyes were shining, and the onlookers around them with reverence on their faces, a depression blocked her chest, making it difficult for her to control herself.

Duan Zhiyun's big eyes stared at Zhu Luan, who was comfortable in the field, gasping for breath, she was already so angry that she couldn't speak, her hands that became sore because she was rummaging through the poems, and she threw herself into the jar casually, she was too lazy to rummage in, and casually touched one out from above.

When she got it in the palm of her hand, Duan Zhiyun found that this poem sign seemed to be a little different from the ones she had touched before.

The texture of the paper is different, and it looks newer, as if it was added later.

Duan Zhiyun didn't bother to think about it, and handed the poem sign to the master of ceremonies.

The master of ceremonies glanced at it, a little hesitant, but still sang it out loud.

"In the first year of Yongchang of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the prince of Linhai wrote "Calling the Title after Discussing the Text for the Society"!"

The master of ceremonies' voice fell, and there was silence all around.

The sound that would ring every time, did not sound.

Yu Sinian held the small hammer in his hand and looked at the girl standing opposite him hesitantly.

The girl in front of her stood motionless, her pupils shrunk, her face was calm, and her hand clenched the handle of the hammer.

The queen of heaven is Wen Lingyue, who was the queen of Chengzong before she ascended the throne.

History said, after the text.

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