The official sorted out the manuscript of the poem and prepared to call someone, but found that the manuscript of the poem Partridge Sky was not there, but it was put away by Cui Xuezheng.

Lynch quipped: "Brother Cui, it's better to let them take the manuscript of the poem and call someone." ”

Cui Shanfu said: "The original manuscript is not given, I will write it again, in fact, I don't need to find someone with poetry, I can guess who wrote this poem now." ”

Governor Lin was very surprised.

According to the rules of the poetry club, the submitter cannot write his name, and he is judged purely by the poem.

Wait for the excellent ones to be evaluated, and go down to find people with poems.

Three excellent and thirty-six excellent works were selected at one time, and it was impossible to remember so many poems even if the brain was good.

Regarding Cui Shanfu saying that he could guess who the author of the poem was, Governor Lin was very curious, "Brother Cui actually knows, which student is it." ”

"Hehe, in fact, Brother Lin also knows, but I'll sell it first, and when he comes up in a while, you'll naturally know." Cui Shanfu said with a smile.

Others are also curious, but Cui Shanfu just keeps his mouth shut, he has the highest official position here, and others don't dare to ask.

Then Cui Shanfu got up, and in front of the copywriting with the four treasures of the study, he wrote down the partridge Tianmo just now and handed it to the officials.

The little official came to the first floor with the manuscript of the poem, and the students downstairs all stared at him with praying eyes, hoping that he would be able to read his poem.

The little official took out one and read it aloud: "At the beginning of the dew, the machine is still urging weaving." Wu Xing is lazy and stands on the side of the Ming River...... Which son wrote this poem? ”

At this time, one of the people in the crowd stood up, with a smile on his face, and arched his hand and said: "This poem was written by Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng Lunan." ”

"It turned out to be Lu Gongzi, and Lu Gongzi's poems were rated as excellent works, and they can go up to the second floor."

Many people showed envy and even jealousy.

The little official read it one by one, and the person who read it stood up to claim his poem, and naturally his face was happy. It took a total of thirty-six to finish, and among them, there was Qin Guan's old acquaintance Liu Su.

Liu Su saw that among the thirty-six people who could climb to the second floor, there was no Qin Guan, and he was happy in his heart, his eyes looked at Qin Guan, and his face unconsciously brought a look of banter and disdain, he made up his mind, and when the Qixi poetry meeting ended tonight, he must let everyone in Hangzhou know that Qin Guan is a shameless man, everything before was obtained by cheating, and now it is finally exposed.

Qin Guan felt that someone was looking at him, turned his head to look over, and saw that it was Liu Su, and he didn't want to deal with him, but at this time, Liu Su said in a tone of fake concern: "Brother Qin, it seems that there is no poetry about you, you are known as the "little poet fairy" in Hangzhou, why can't you even enter the second floor now, it's a pity." ”

Qin Guan smiled, "Thank you Brother Liu for your concern, in fact, poetry is just a pastime, I want to be happy, why bother too much, if you care so much, it is too utilitarian." ”

Qin Guancai is not used to you, and directly opens sarcastic skills.

and also helped other people who were not selected, so that Liu Su was not a person inside and out.

Liu Su's face became ugly when Qin Guan said, "Brother Qin, you are a little poet immortal, you have written good poems before, how can you do it." ”

Qin looked at Shen Yichen, who was sitting beside Liu Su. "Shen Yichen and Shen Gongzi next to you are still the number one talent in Hangzhou, isn't there no one among the thirty-six people just now."

Shen Yichen was there when the old god was there, drinking tea and watching the two of them quarrel. Hangzhou City, it is estimated that no one knows the contradiction between the Qin and Liu families.

Liu Su's face showed a sneering expression: "Brother Xingzhi must have gone straight to the third floor, do you think you can compare with Brother Xingzhi." ”

"It doesn't have to be incomparable."

Just now, the little official read thirty-six poems, took a sip of tea with a dry mouth, and then said aloud again: "In addition to the thirty-six excellent works this time, three excellent poems have also been evaluated. ”

Everyone shifted their attention to the little official, and the poems that were evaluated can be regarded as the top works of tonight's poems, I don't know who wrote it.

Someone below began to whisper, "Three awards, I remember that in the first round last year, there were only two awards, and this year there are more." ”

"I don't know who can directly evaluate the best."

"I think one of them must be Shen Yichen."

"This is inevitable, if the first talent in Hangzhou can't enter, then who else can, Shen Yichen's poems last year went straight to the third floor."

"I'm more concerned about who the other two are."

"I think it's very possible to wish Lianshan and Pengyue."

"I agree with Zhu Lianshan, the other person, I think it should be Jiang Lingyuan."

“......”

Regardless of the whispered discussion below, the little official took out a poem and read it aloud: "Flying in the east and flying in the west." Yingying and a water have been seen for many years. Rain wash incense car. Tianhui River Han slanted. Away from sorrow for a thousand years. Far away and long. It's not like the world in the end. Turn back to the mountains. ”

As soon as this poem was read, some people couldn't help but praise it for being well done.

The students below are even more talkative, discussing poetry.

"Which son wrote this poem?" The little official shouted, and everyone's eyes were also looking for it in the crowd.

At this time, Shen Yichen stood up and said in a very calm tone: "This is what I did. ”

"It turned out to be Shen Gongzi, no wonder he can write such good words, Shen Gongzi's poetry is excellent, you can go straight to the third floor, and drink with all the adults, doctors, and elders." The little official said.

"Thank you." Shen Yichen just replied lightly, and he didn't show much excitement about this kind of thing.

"I just said that Shen Yichen must go straight to the third floor, his poem is really well written, it seems that Shen Yichen's literary talent has increased again."

"The leader of tonight's Qixi Poetry Club may be won by Shen Yichen again."

"He was the leader last year, is he going to win back-to-back titles?"

Regardless of what everyone was saying, the little official recited the poem again, "If you don't know what to do, you must invite the weaver girl to get the golden shuttle." Every year, begging is clever in the world, but there are many tricks in the world. Which son wrote this poem? ”

There was another person standing in the crowd, this person had big ears, giving people a very generous feeling, but he was not wooden, but Qin Guan didn't know him.

"This is Xiaosheng's poem, Xiaosheng Cui Jian."

As soon as Cui Jian finished speaking, several people sitting next to him made an uproar, "Brother Cui, I didn't expect your poems to be excellent, I really admire it." ”

"I wanted to see your poems before, but you were embarrassed to take them out, but you were going to make a blockbuster."

Cui Jian Yaoyao, "I suddenly had the inspiration to write this poem last night, and I was a little surprised that I wanted to be favored by several adults." ”

The little official coughed lightly and pulled everyone's attention back.

He raised the manuscript of the poem in his hand and said, "This last poem has been contested by Lord Xuezheng Cui, Master Li, and Dr. Yan, and I will read it now." ”

Everyone was shocked, what kind of poem actually attracted several adults to scramble, and they didn't know who made it.