With a smile on his face, Lynch looked at the students in the hall, and then said to Admiral Xuezheng: "Brother Cui, you can give a speech." ”

Cui Shanfu shook his hand and said: "I am a guest today, this poetry meeting will be held by your Hangzhou Mansion, and naturally you, the parent official, will give a speech." ”

Lynch no longer shirked, and encouraged the students in the hall, hoping to produce a few good works today, and also encouraged the students who participated in the township examination, hoping to have a good result, and then announced the start of the poetry meeting.

A group of officials went upstairs, the students in the hall were no less than 100 people at the moment, bustling and lively, not long after, an official came down, stood in the hall and said aloud to the students: "The poetry meeting begins, the participants have a quarter of an hour, hand in the poems and judge by the adults, the best ones, you can enter the second floor, if there are excellent judges, you can go straight to the third floor." ”

Qin Guan found that many people directly took out the poems that had been prepared long ago from their arms and presented them to the official.

It seems that many people are really preparing in advance.

However, there were also people who wrote poems on the spot, Qin Guan found that Shen Yichen did not take out the poem from his arms, but stood up and walked to the copywriter, where the four treasures of the study had already been prepared, Shen Yichen groaned slightly, wrote a poem, and then handed it over to the official.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally everyone looked at Qin Guan.

Now Qin Guan has some talent in Hangzhou City, especially these days, there are still people in the outside world who spread the name of "Little Poetry Fairy", many people want to see what poems he will come up with this time, but people are a little surprised to find that Qin Guan has not moved so far.

Zheng Da was secretly anxious for his friend, and when he saw that Qin Guan was not moving, he thought that he couldn't think of any good poems for a while, so he whispered in Qin Guan's ear.

"Brother Qin, if you don't prepare, it's better not to write it, write a poem randomly, you can't even go up to the second floor, and it will be even more embarrassing when the time comes. If you don't write, you can say that you don't think well today, and you can be regarded as an excuse. ”

Qin Guan smiled and said to Zheng Da: "Brother Zheng, don't worry, I still have some preparations." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the copywriter, wrote down a poem, and sent it to the official, the official nodded, took Qin Guan's poem, and asked everyone in the hall again, "Does anyone else want to hand in the manuscript, if not, then I will hand it over to the adults upstairs for evaluation." ”

The students were silent, and the official went upstairs with a stack of poems.

The middle school in the hall gradually began to talk again, but it was clear that the ease of the moment was gone.

It seems that everyone is still very concerned about the results of the selection.

Mochizuki Tower, third floor.

A group of officials took the students' poems and circulated them to each other, and suddenly, Dr. Cheng said, "This poem is so good, I will read it to you." Then he read it aloud.

"Flying in the east, black magpies, and flying swallows 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. ”

After reading a poem, everyone applauded.

"Okay, the whole song is really good."

"The opening sentence 'Flying in the east, black magpies, and flying swallows in the west. Yingying Yishui has seen you over the years', directly to the topic, it can be regarded as a good sentence in the Qixi words. ”

"After years of not seeing, I can only cry across the river; When we meet at this time, we naturally hate to see each other late. Wrote out the taste of Tanabata. ”

"This song should be able to be evaluated."

Lin Zhifu and Cui Xuezheng are the hosts of this poetry meeting, and the two of them also like this poem.

There are two kinds of results in the poetry evaluation, the best judge can go to the second floor, and the best judge can go directly to the third floor. And there are very few people who can be evaluated in previous years, which shows how difficult it is. As for those who don't evaluate, they don't even have the qualifications to go up to the second floor.

These officials are all scholars, and people like Cui Xuezheng and Lin Zhifu are all from Jinshi, who are good at poetry, and have a very good mouth, not really good poetry, and they can't get into the eyes of these people.

Before everyone could finish recalling this song, Dr. Li said, "I also have a song here, and I think it's not as good as the one just now, or even better." ”

Everyone was interested, "Read it and listen to it." ”

"The good days of the day magpie misinformation. To this day, he is still a broken intestine fairy. Outside the bridge into the Hanzhu star wave, people are in front of the Luan song and phoenix dance; Spend the night, don't go through the years. Don't be too happy. I know that there will be no long-term plan, and the cool toad is not round. ”

As soon as Dr. Li finished reading, someone couldn't help but say: "This partridge day, calling the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl "Broken Intestine Fairy" is really ingenious and appropriate. ”

Some people also sighed: "Happy the night, don't go through the years." Don't be more happy and less than the day"! The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl look forward to a year, so that they can meet overnight, even if they can enjoy the joy on the night of Qixi Festival, they can't resist the pain of parting lovesickness for three hundred and sixty-four days, which is really helpless. ”

"This poem is indeed a rare good song."

"How does it compare to the one just now?"

"Well, I don't think it's comparable."

"I think it's better."

Everyone talked about it, and the poem was sent to Cui Xuezheng, Cui Xuezheng's eyes lit up after reading it, and then he quietly rolled up the original manuscript of the poem, and stuffed it into his sleeve in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Governor Lin sat next to Cui Xuezheng, and was stunned when he saw his action, "Brother Cui, what does this mean." ”

Cui Xuezheng didn't look embarrassed at all, and said awe-inspiringly, "Hehe, I think this poem is good, and I like calligraphy very much, so I'm going to stay and go back to taste it." ”

Li Tongjuan, who had just read this poem, said with some annoyance: "Why didn't I think of putting it away directly, this poem is well written, but the calligraphy is better, alas, let Brother Cui take the lead." ”

Dr. Lee, who was the first to see this poem, also said, "When I first saw this poem, I also had the idea of directly pocketing it. ”

Cui Shanfu looked at the lost expressions of several people and laughed proudly.

This matter of the literati will not be regarded as dirty, but only as elegant.

"Then how should this word be judged." Although Lynch was puzzled, it was not easy to argue with Cui Shanfu about this, and directly asked him for his opinion on the poem.

"Excellent, it must be an evaluation." Cui Shanfu said in an extremely affirmative tone.

The judging continues.

Not long after, a seven-word poem was singled out, "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. ”

Everyone judged, although it was not as good as the two words just now, but it was also very well written and could be evaluated.

This time, a total of 114 poems were collected, but only these three were evaluated, and the rest were 36 poems, which were rated as excellent works, and these can be climbed to the second floor.

At the end of the judging, Lynch instructed: "Read three excellent poems on the spot, ask three students to go up to the third floor, and the other thirty-six people can go up to the second floor." ”

Those who stay on the first floor do not mean that they don't have the opportunity to write poems, as long as they write well, they can still submit their papers, and they can go up to the second floor in the next round, or even go straight to the third floor, but there are really not many such examples.