The two young ladies were already waiting, but the young master was missing. On weekdays, the young master is inseparable from the second young lady, like a fart, and he doesn't leave until he is teaching. Zheng Fan didn't see the young master, so he asked, "Why don't you see the young master today?"

The eldest lady Han Xue said: "Somehow, my cousin left suddenly and went home, and I only heard from my father this morning." It's not like saying goodbye to my sister and me. ”

Zheng Fan smiled: "Then don't worry about him, maybe there is something important in his family, let's continue to study." Today, I will teach you how to compose poetry..."

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed, and there are still three days to go, and the poetry contest is about to begin.

At this moment, Zhao Mansion, the meeting room.

"Steward Li, long time no see, sit down, sit down!" an old man in a black robe and swarthy basalt boots said to another young man.

The young man, about twenty years old, wore a white shirt, and he was chic and extraordinary.

"Master Zhao, Brother Zhao, you are too polite. Tell me to wait for the three of us to come today, but what is there to discuss?"

The black-shirted old man known as Brother Zhao is the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Tianming.

Zhao Tianming said with a smile: "The three stewards, we have also been friends for many years, and today Zhao will not sell lawsuits, that is, when the poetry contest is held, you must be fair and just!"

"Oh?" the three stewards raised their eyebrows.

Who are these three?

Yunmengge, stationed in Qinggu County, is responsible for the three stewards of the poetry competition. bit high weight. Among them, Li Wu and Li are in charge, and they have been cooperating with the Han government for a long time. What is cooperation? It means that during the competition, you can vote for the Han government.

There were four stewards presiding over the competition, among which the highest status was the steward of Li, followed by the steward Sun Desun. Steward Sun was originally cooperating with the Zhao Mansion.

The third place is Zhou Nanhe, Zhou Steward. Zhou is a steward on the wall, and both sides are famous. Whoever gives the most money in the two governments will vote for whomever he wants.

The fourth place is Cheng Jinling, Cheng Steward. Steward Cheng is a woman, and she has always been known for her uprightness. Only look at the merits of the articles and poems, and treat money as dung.

Today, there are three of the four stewards.

Zhao Tianming took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Everyone, just because my unsuccessful son is idle all day long, and he doesn't learn anything. But he yearns for Yunmeng Pavilion and wants to see the true immortal style. The old man loves his children very much, so he has no choice but to invite the stewards to come and talk about it. ”

When Steward Li heard this, he squirted out the tea in his mouth with a 'poof', and laughed and said, "Just your son, do you still want to see immortals?" is to enter my Yunmeng Pavilion, at most to be a servant. I advise Zhao Lao to die of this heart, if you don't enjoy the blessings at home, do you spend money to suffer?"

Zhao Tianming sighed and said: "Steward Li, how can I not know what you said? But the child is stubborn by nature, and he has to go to Yunmeng Pavilion to see the immortal, and the old man has persuaded him many times to no avail. ”

Steward Sun Desun interjected and said: "Your family affairs have nothing to do with me, you just say it, how much money you can get." ”

Zhao Tianming stretched out a finger and said, "Your lords in charge help my Zhao family win this place, one thousand taels of gold per person!"

"Hiss..."Including Zhou Nanhe, the three stewards all gasped, three thousand taels of gold, Zhao Tianming could take it, but three thousand taels of gold would definitely make his Zhao Mansion very angry.

Zhou Nanhe rubbed his hands and said, "Master Zhao, think twice." The three of us, if we don't see you, the words are clear, I have seen your son, and he has no qualifications for cultivation, and when he arrives at Yunmeng Pavilion, at most, he will be a servant. ”

Zhao Tianming smiled bitterly and said: "You are kind, Zhao Mou understands it, but this place is bound to be won." My dog, who has no interest, threatens to seek death if he can't enter Yunmeng Pavilion this time, so what's the matter..."

The time of three days is fleeting, Zheng Fan is the eldest son, the eldest lady, and the second lady. came to the place designated by Yunmeng Pavilion for the poetry contest - Purple Maple Forest

At this moment, the purple maple forest was full of onlookers, and even the county magistrate was also present. A platform more than one person high was set up in the middle, and the contestants walked into the stage.

The four stewards sat on the east side of the platform with the county magistrate, each with two tokens in their hands, and the word 'pass' was written on one side. On one side is written 'but'.

The game is divided into three games, the first two are, poems and lyrics. The question was written by four stewards, and the contestant was Miss Gongzi of the two prefectures, and the poem should be written.

In the third game, the comparison is Wen. The article was contested between the teachers of the two provinces, and the question was also made by the four stewards.

Steward Li stood up and said in a loud voice: "In the first scene, the 'poetry comparison' begins, with the title of wind, flowers, snow, and moon, and a poem should be made in response to the title." ”

In the first game, there was only one person in the Zhao Mansion, and that was the son of the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Buzhu. There are three people in Hanfu, the eldest lady, the second miss, and the eldest son.

The eldest prince lives in a shallow way on weekdays. Zheng Fan is the first time I have seen it. is also an extraordinary-looking, talented.

The eldest prince of Hanfu stepped forward, thought for a while, raised his pen, and wrote four lines of poetry on the paper:

Shanhui forecourt grass,

Can be boiled water ping.

But hearing the roar of a thousand trees,

There is no dot in sight.

After writing, he handed the paper to the four stewards, and the four stewards passed it to each other, and they were all amazed by the literary brilliance of the eldest prince of the Han Mansion.

If you look closely, you don't see a single wind word. But the meaning of the wind has already been on the paper, blowing through people's hearts.

When the county magistrate saw it, he also shouted hello. And they divided these four verses among the people and the people. Although the people could not understand it very well, they heard the explanations of some people who understood, and they also knew that the poem was good, and they called it good.

Zhao Buzhu, the son of Zhao Mansion, read this poem, raised his neck, and hummed: "What's the matter, bullshit, wind and snow, I haven't seen a word, zero points, it must be zero points!"

The eldest lady also stepped forward and wrote four lines of poetry:

Yushu Shengbai dew,

The night length invades the sock placket.

Lightly pick the purple curtain cage,

The moon is empty.

The four stewards looked at it, although the writing was slightly inferior, but it was also a rare verse.

"Sister, the poems you wrote are so beautiful!" the second lady grinned.

The eldest lady was delighted when she heard this: "It's all Mr. who teaches well." As he spoke, he pointed at Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan smiled lightly: "The eldest lady is talented, and Zheng only has some meager strength." ”

When the second lady heard Zheng Fan praise her sister again, she felt an inexplicable jealousy in her heart: "Hmph, my sister is already smart, so naturally it has nothing to do with you, a bad person, and I will also compose a poem." ”

can be white and yellow,

No one is fragrant.

The heart of the inch is not big,

Only one person is allowed to incense.

After writing, Han Fei'er glanced at Zheng Fan and saw that Zheng Fan was looking at herself and smiling. Somehow a warm current passed through my heart, and my little heart was beating wildly.

"Yes, great!" Zheng Fan praised.

Han Fei'er raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "That's it, Miss Ben is out of the horse, can it be bad? This is all my talent..."

"What bullshit stuff, there's no wind, there's no flowers, what about the snow? Has it been eaten by you? It can also be called poetry? Young Master Ben opened your eyes today, what is poetry!"

Anyway, lift the pen, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the pen walks the dragon and snake capitalized.

The wind blows cold,

Flowers fall all over the ground.

Snow falls from the sky,

Eat moon cakes on the full moon.

After Zhao Buzhu finished writing, he walked around and proudly showed off: "This is called poetry, there are all the wind, flowers, snow and moon!"