The servants of the Lie family borrowed a wall table, a square table and a few stools from the Yichun Hou Temple and the Han Wen Gong Ancestral Hall, and placed them under the shade of the pines.

The wall table is placed against the wall for the Buddha to offer sacrifices to the gods, narrow and long, Lie Licheng and Liu Xingzhi use this wall table as a desk, the square table belongs to Zeng Yu alone, the wall table and the square table are relatively divided into courts, and there are Peng Xiaolian and Fu and Yi in the middle, and the rest of the people gather around to watch.

Sixi took off his book bag, took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and placed it on the square table, and then stood beside Zeng Yu.

That Peng Xiaolian stood up from the square pestle, coughed twice, and said: "Liesheng, Liu Sheng, and Zeng Sheng will meet friends with literature, and meet to compete in calligraphy, poetry and Bagu Wen, and I will judge Fu and Yi two students, and everyone present is a witness. ”

Zeng Yu proposed: "Calligraphy and poetry can be carried out at the same time, and the three of us will each write one or two poems based on the calligraphy they are good at, and then ask Peng Xiaolian and you to evaluate them, how about it?" ”

Lie Licheng and Liu Xingzhi had no objections, and asked Peng Xiaolian to come up with the question, and Peng Xiaolian said very fairly: "Then there are two questions, one is to write a poem on a proposition, with Yichuntai as the title, quatrains and rhythmic poems; Second, two poems must be written and written within the time of one stick of incense, can the three have objections? ”

Zeng Yu said: "Peng Xiaolian is gentle, and the late students think that it is too common to take Yichun Tai as the topic, just like the topic of the field is too easy to guess, it is better to let the late students make the question and let the column and Liu Ersheng make it, and the column and Liu Ersheng also plan a question for the late students to make, so that it is fair, and there is no need to do the self-proposed poems, and it is not interesting to record their old works." ”

Peng Xiaolian was a little displeased, and only asked what Lie and Liu thought they were?

Lie Licheng looked at Zeng Yu and said loudly: "This is the best, so as not to let some people criticize Peng Xiaolian for favoritism." ”

Zeng Yu said: "Brother Lie always treat the right path as an evil path, you and I have the fairest way to come up with questions, but you are involved in Peng Xiaolian's cover-up, where does this start, no wonder Brother Lie heard Huang Tixue praise me a few words, he suspected me of bribery, Brother Lie usually speculates on others with such mental techniques?" ”

Zeng Yu's words were sharp, Lie Licheng was not an opponent, and he was so angry that he only looked at the tip of his nose.

Liu Xingzhi said: "Zeng Gongzi doesn't have to take advantage of his tongue, he will see the kung fu in his pen, you can come up with the question, and pass it to the two of me after writing." At the moment, he discussed with Lie Licheng what question to give Zeng Yu, the two muttered for a while, and Liu Xingzhi wrote down the poem title and presented it to Peng Xiaolian first.

At the same time, Zeng Yu also wrote a good poem title and presented it to Peng Xiaolian, Peng Xiaolian read it, twisted his beard and smiled, and handed it to Fu and Yi to read, Fu and Yi got up to show the poem to the onlookers on the Yichun platform, and immediately laughed, but it turned out that Zeng Yu gave Lie and Liu Ersheng the title of "Han Gong Ancestral Hall", and Lie and Liu gave Zeng Yu a "heaven" character title, which is like the four books in the eight-strand text, often from the "Analects" and "Mencius" in half a sentence as the title, which makes people scratch their heads, and composes poems with the word "Tian" as the title, I'm afraid it's not easy-

Lie Sheng despised Zeng Yu and said in his heart: "Whoever let you have to make your own questions, this must be blamed on us, it is you who have suffered by yourself." Yang Yang said proudly: "Since it is only one poem, then it is limited to half a stick of incense, what does Zeng Gongzi think?" ”

Zeng Yu said: "Okay, don't be bitter, this June is hot, so as not to expose your friends to the sun for too long." At this time, a poem in Qian Lao's "Huaiju Poems" jumped out of the water like a spirit fish to remind him that there was a scene in front of him, Cui Hao's inscription poem was on the top, since Qian Lao was willing to support him, then copy ......

The hundreds of scholars on the Yichun platform looked at the thinking of both sides of the poem with great interest, these people came at first with the purpose of cheering for Lie and Liu Ersheng, after listening to Zeng Yu's statement, there are many people who sympathize with and admire Zeng Yu, especially Jing Yi, sighed secretly, he didn't expect Zeng Yu to have such a tortuous experience, but such a rare opportunity to make up for the exam to go to school has to pay a gamble, Jing Yi is very sorry for Zeng Yu, he has seen Zeng Yu's poems, although a little aura, but the chapter is really clumsy, It should not be comparable to Liu Xingzhi, and the judges are Peng Xiaolian and the others, how can there be no reason not to be in line with the column and Liu, Zeng Yu is only afraid that this first calligraphy and poetry will be lost, and the eight strands of writing will not need to be compared-

Jing Yi was feeling sorry for Zeng Yu, but he saw Zeng Yu standing up and writing on the paper, no, it was not writing, it seemed to be smearing and sketching, and the people who were close had already exclaimed in a low voice: "He is painting!" "Tut-tu

Jing Yi shook his head, why did Zeng Yu start painting at this critical time, can't he write poems and go crazy?

There are more than 100 people on Yichun Stage, no one pays attention to Lie and Liu Ersheng, everyone is staring at Zeng Yu, some want to see jokes, some frown and shake their heads, no one is optimistic about Zeng Yu.

Liu Xingzhi and Lie Licheng, who were thinking about a good sentence, were also stunned at first, but after they came to their senses, they hurriedly concentrated on composing poems, Liu Xingzhi whispered to Lie Licheng: "Zeng Yu is cunning, this is deliberately confusing the two of us, don't pay attention to him." ”

A brass incense burner, inserted with an incense, half of the incense made a mark with ink, the incense burned to the ink point even if the time is up, the ridiculous thing is that this three-legged tripod-shaped brass incense burner is placed at Peng Xiaolian's feet, a wisp of green smoke curls up, Peng Xiaolian who is sitting upright with his eyes closed, seems to be using this wisp of fragrance -

When the incense burned for a little and a half, Zeng Yu, who was flying like a pen, slowed down, and began to write, with a few lines, with a wave, he put down the pen and said to Peng Judao: "Peng Xiaolian, the poem about heaven in the late life is ready." ”

Peng Juren was old-fashioned, and said with his head bowed: "Okay, please wait a while, and judge together after Liesheng and Liu Sheng submit the papers." He looked at the incense stick and added, "The hour has not yet come." ”

If Peng Xiaolian is the chief examiner, then Fu and Yi are the same examiners, of course the examiner has the right to read the papers, the two students are very curious about what Zeng Yu has smeared, the two glanced at each other, nodded slightly, got up together and bowed to Peng Juren and said: "Peng Xiaolian, I will go and see first." ”

The two of them walked to the square table on Zeng Yu's side and took a look, their eyes widened together, and the man surnamed Fu also gasped with a "sizzle", as if he was startled-

The onlookers were also curious, and asked, "What poem did Zeng Sheng write?" What did you just draw? Then someone squeezed forward, several servants of the Lie clan couldn't stop it, and the square table was soon filled with people on the inside and outside of the three layers, but listening to the exclamations of "ahh ”

"The poem is beautifully written, this sentence 'It is not easy to live in the cold and cold, and I am willing to fall into the red dust' is really naïve and funny, good poetry and good poetry."

"This pen of Mi Yuan chapter style is even better, the pen is healthy and mellow, it can be called the three unique poems, calligraphy and paintings."

“……”

The people on the periphery couldn't see the poems, calligraphy and paintings on the square table, and they heard the people in front of them praise exaggeratedly, and they were eager to see it with their own eyes, so they squeezed it hard, and for a while the Yichun platform was in a mess, and the column Licheng and Liu Xingzhi on the side of the wall table were squeezed to the ground, and Lie Licheng was very dissatisfied and shouted: "The two of us are still writing poems, what are you squeezing." ”

Peng Xiaolian was afraid of being crowded, so he got up and said, "Don't crowd, don't crowd, please Fu and Yi Ersheng hold up Zeng Sheng's poems for you to watch, don't crowd—"

Zeng Yu had stepped aside at this time, took a rhubarb apricot from Sixi's hand and ate it slowly.

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