"Lu Qiansour, in terms of the ability of couplets, I am naturally slightly better than you, but if you want to divide the winner and loser, you will have to waste some more time, even if I win you, I am afraid you will not be convinced!", Yan Weiqing said coldly.

"Then what do you want to do?", Lu Ming asked.

"How about we win and lose by poetry?"

A glint flashed in Yan Weiqing's eyes, and he said slowly: "I don't need you to beat me, if you can compare with me in poetry, then I will immediately admit defeat and give you the name of the head of the case." ”

"But if your poetry can't be compared to mine, then you immediately kneel down and apologize, and then get out of the restaurant, do you dare to accept it?" Yan Weiqing sneered.

"Okay, I agree. Lu Ming nodded.

As soon as the words fell, Luo Xian Ling and Chief Judge Yan suddenly turned pale with fright, and when they looked at each other, they both saw the horror in the other party's eyes.

"Yan Xian's nephew!"

Chief Judge Yan stood up and said: "You are a prodigy of Jiang County, and comparing yourself with Lu Ming with poetry is inevitably a bit of a bully, right? ”

"That's right! In our Jiang County, whose poetry can be compared to you? What's more, when you became a poet in the exam, this is indeed a bit of a bully. Luo Xianling also said.

But Lu Ming had already agreed. ”

Yan Weiqing looked at Lu Ming, and said with a smile: "In front of so many people, you shouldn't regret it, right?"

"Of course not, but I don't know what the title of the poem is?", Lu Ming smiled slightly.

Yan Weiqing said to Yang Xiuyuan: "Please give a question to Scholar Yang!"

"Good!"

Yang Xiuyuan stood up and said with a smile: "The topic of this year's county exam is 'Spring Festival', and now it is spring, so today's literary meeting will directly use the word 'spring' as the title, and the two of you will write a poem at the same time and write it on paper!"

"Students obey!"

Yan Weiqing hugged his fists, then took pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began to write poems.

Luo Xianling and Chief Yan gritted their teeth angrily, just now they deliberately did not let Yan Weiqing compare poetry, just because Lu Ming wrote a poem in Mingzhou during the exam, where would Yan Weiqing be an opponent?

"Hey, I didn't expect us to be cocooned and bound to ourselves!", Luo Xianling regretted.

After a while, the talent jumped out, and Luo Xian Ling immediately exclaimed: "What an active talent, it is already close to Mingzhou!"

"Okay!", Yang Xiuyuan nodded with satisfaction.

After writing, Yan Weiqing said: "This poem is named "Clear Scene":

Before the rain, the first flowers appeared,

After the rain, there are no leaves at all.

Bees and butterflies have gone over the wall,

It is suspected that spring is in the neighborhood. ”

"Good!"

Yang Xiuyuan patted the desk and said in admiration: "This poem is indeed extraordinary, but it is a pity that the head of the Yan case did not get an official literary position, otherwise it would definitely become a masterpiece of Mingzhou!"

"The university scholar has won the award, and the student is ashamed!"

Although Yan Weiqing said this, there was a look of pride in his eyes, and he was very proud.

"Yan's "Sunny Scene" is close to Mingzhou, and it is expected that Lu Ming will not be able to surpass him even if he has great literary talent, this time Yan's case leader will win!"

"That's right, that's almost Mingzhou, it's not trivial, ordinary Dafu poems can't be compared with it, Lu Ming is doomed!"

"It's miserable, it's miserable! If Lu Ming loses, wouldn't he have to keep the agreement and get out of the restaurant?"

Chen Jun's face became more and more ugly, and he was not optimistic about Lu Ming, and thought to himself: "Lu Ming, you have made a big disaster this time, I can't help you!"

"Lu Ming, what are you still doing in a daze! It's time for you to write poetry!"

Yan Weiqing sneered and said, "Don't tell me, you haven't even come up with a verse until now, haha...... I'll see how arrogant you are this time!"

"It turns out that the talent is the Dafu? Okay, I understand!"

Lu Ming smiled mysteriously, walked to a desk, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed on the table, and began to write poems:

Early Spring

The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp,

The grass is far away, but there is none.

The most is the spring benefit of the year,

Win the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

The poem became a poem, and a talent burst out like a spring, falling from the sky, and being empowered.

Lu Ming only felt a warm current rushing into his eyebrows, and his spirit was lifted in an instant, as if he was in the blowing of the spring breeze, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable.

"Heaven has sent talents!

Yang Xiuyuan took the case, and Luo County Ling and Yan, the chief judge, and many scholars also stood up one after another, with incredible looks on their faces.

Scholars worship the temple and receive the empowerment of talents in order to obtain the official "scholar", and those who receive the empowerment of talents from heaven before that and obtain the academic degree are the "scholars of the heavenly gift".

After a long time, Lu Ming returned to reality from a state of intoxication, looked down at his poems, but saw that there seemed to be a scene in the words, which was the scene of spring rain moistening the earth.

"Isn't this the scene of 'the light rain in the heavenly street'? The scholar's talent is 'the pen is superb', and the poems written can show the beautiful scenery in the poems, isn't it...... I've become a legendary scholar of heaven?"

Thinking of this, Lu Ming was immediately overjoyed, no one could take away the heavenly gift, not even the Holy Courtyard!

"Lu Ming is a heaven-given scholar, I actually want him to fall off the list and bury his literature, I'm finished! I'm finished!", Luo Xianling became desperate.

"Lu Ming has actually become a scholar! It's amazing! A genius that is rare in a century!"

"Yan Weiqing, a prodigy, is not enough to worry about compared to him! What is a prodigy! It can't be compared with the heaven-given literary position!"

"Lu Ming, you really make me so worried, let's see how I clean you up when the time comes!", Chen Jun thought in surprise.

"Impossible! This is simply impossible! How could Lu Ming become a heaven-given scholar? I don't believe it! I don't believe it! This is not true!"

Yan Weiqing yelled hysterically, his eyes were red, and he couldn't accept this fact at all.

"You're just a poor sour, why did you become a heaven-sent scholar! Why did you trample me under your feet and ruin my reputation! Lu Ming, you're so ruthless! I'm incompatible with you!"

"Shut up!"

Yang Xiuyuan slapped the desk, so frightened that Yan Weiqing didn't dare to speak, and then pointed at Luo County Ling and Yan and shouted: "You are guilty!"

"Oh my god!"

Luo Xianling was so frightened that he sat on the ground, his face pale and bloodless, and he was extremely desperate.

With a "plop", Chief Judge Yan also knelt on the ground, and as the chief judge, he was absolutely guilty of the same crime, and immediately kowtowed and said: "The lower official knows his mistake!

"Blinding the saint and burying the students, you say, what should you do according to the law of Daliang!", Yang Xiuyuan shouted again.

"When...... When the ...... is beheaded", Luo County Ling and Chief Judge Yan both perked up.

Yang Xiuyuan's face turned angry, and he said wittily: "Ten years of sharpening the sword, the sharpness comes out of the cold window;

As soon as the words fell, Yang Xiuyuan's talent surged out of his mouth, turned into a sharp sword and broke through the air, and quickly flew over the heads of Luo County Ling and Chief Judge Yan.

"Bang bang" twice, two bloody heads flew up, this scene suddenly frightened everyone's faces to change, and even peed directly on their pants.

"Yan Kun's lackey, he should have been killed!"

Yang Xiuyuan didn't care about this, in fact, in addition to holding a literary meeting in Jiang County and trying the talents of Jiang County students, he also found an excuse to kill these two "Yan Kun lackeys" and eliminate harm for the people.

"Good killing! This kind of dog officer who harms students should end up like this!", Chen Jun said.

Soon, a servant came and dragged the body away, and quickly wiped the blood stains.

At this time, everyone looked at Lu Ming's paper again, and the golden talent was surging, condensing on the page without overflowing.

"The talent is not gone! The image of Mingzhou! This poem has actually reached the realm of Mingzhou!"

"What are you talking about? Narushu?

"It's really Mingzhou! It won't be wrong! This is really amazing, Lu Ming was still a scholar just now, but the poems he wrote appeared like Mingzhou, which is rare for decades!"

"Impossible! Impossible! How could his poems outshine me! I am a prodigy from Jiang County, how could I lose!"

Yan Weiqing broke down emotionally, sat directly on the ground, his face was like ashes, and he thought viciously in his heart: "Lu Ming, you killed my uncle, I must kill you!"

"Lu Ming, you come and read your poem, the old man wants to see why this poem can be Mingzhou!"

Lu Ming nodded and recited the poem, and after reading it, everyone commented.

"The poem 'Heavenly Street Light Rain is moist, and the grass color is close but no' is written in early spring when the light rain moistens the earth, and the grass has just sprouted, which looks like there is nothing, which is very in line with the background of the word 'spring'!"

"That's right, these two sentences seem to be mediocre, but the third and fourth sentences of 'the most is the benefit of a year's spring, and it is better than the smoke and willows all over the emperor' is very popular, and I appreciate the beauty of early spring very much!"

"The whole poem rhymes and rhymes, and uses simple words to depict the extraordinary beauty of early spring, no wonder it can lead to the image of Narushu!"

"This poem is definitely worthy of Naruto's masterpiece, admire, admire!"

"Wonderful poem! Lu Ming can be described as a scholar in Wendou County today, and he is the leader, so I am ashamed of myself!"

At this time, Yang Xiuyuan said: "A good one's most beneficial spring of the year, absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital', when your literary rank progresses, maybe it can become a good sentence for the ages!"

"The university scholar has won the award!"

Yang Xiuyuan smiled slightly and said, "Lu Ming, what kind of poem did you write during the county exam?

"The poem I wrote in the county test is titled "Yuan Ri", Lu Ming said slowly: "In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu." Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. ”

"This poem is also good! It is in line with the title of the county test "Spring Festival"!"

"Hmph! That's all this poem!"

Yan Weiqing smiled disdainfully: "I became a poet in the county test, and this "Yuan Ri" is still a little worse in my opinion!"

"Then you're wrong!"

Yang Xiuyuan stroked his beard and said: "This poem also has the talent of Mingzhou!"

"How is that possible?"

Yan Weiqing was stunned, a little incredulous, and the others were also surprised again.