(Today, I was inexplicably deducted 30,000 clicks, what about the cheat, others have no more than 100,000 clicks, we have a problem with tens of thousands of clicks on Sanjiang?

It's strange to say, at a glance, Huang Lao'er, the feeling of shock and uneasiness that surged in Chen Jianchen's heart was quickly suppressed, but Chen Jianchen was even more vigilant - he had condensed his righteousness, and his sense of evil was becoming more and more acute, far beyond ordinary people, and in an instant, he had already measured.

Bowing his head slightly, he looked at the gazebo on the side, pretending to look into the distance, looking at the white Jianjiang River.

It didn't take long for the students and gentlemen of the two colleges to be carried up on their shoulders, and some of them came to the mountain for the first time, and they all excitedly walked into the sightseeing pavilion to enjoy the magnificent scenery around them.

After a stick of incense time trimmed, everyone gathered, the two colleges divided into camps, began a formal friendship exchange, by the two sides take turns to solve the question, but the content of the topic does not involve the meaning of the current text, but to improvise poetry, words, couplets, riddles as the main.

These themes are all the "signature dishes" of literati and rioters.

At the beginning, Chen Jianchen was still quite interested and wanted to hear how good these improvised poems were, but the more he listened, the more he listened, the more it was not like that. When the eldest prince of Wu recited the poem, he saw him shaking a folding fan, pacing catwalks, and came to the pavilion to meditate. After a while, he snapped, put away the folding fan in a chic manner, and opened his mouth and chanted: "There is a river under the mountain......"

Burst!

Chen Jianchen almost made a foreign appearance, and quickly turned his head before taking back the smile in his heart.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

After Wu Gongzi finished chanting a song of five uniques, everyone immediately slapped their palms and was amazed. I don't know if they really think it's a good poem, or if they think Wu Gongzi is a "good" person.

After a round of exchanges, many people showed their faces, only Chen Jianchen remained silent, sitting on the side and saying nothing.

Wu Wencai paid attention to him for a long time, and suddenly spoke: "Liuxian, you are the first in the three tries, you are awe-inspiring and talented, we have been famous for a long time, now why don't you let your brother take the test?"

Hearing this, the students of the academies on both sides clamored one after another, wanting to see Chen Jianchen's ability with their own eyes.

It's coming, it's finally coming......

Chen Jianchen asked: "Brother Wencai, how do you take the test?"

Wu Wencai laughed, shook the folding fan in his hand, walked a few steps, and clapped his palm: "There is." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the edge of the tea shop, pointed to the pillar, and said, "Liuxian, you are a young talent, if you are a shallow brother in the exam, you will definitely be taught to look down on it, so it is better to take the exam deeper." By the brother of the question, you take seven steps, improvise a poem, and write on this pillar on the spot, by the way to appreciate the pen and ink kung fu of the immortals. ”

He said it lightly, but anyone with a modicum of brains knew it was an undisguised difficulty. Who knows what topic you will come up with, just get some remote and unpopular, it is really difficult to improvise poetry, not to mention that there is a seven-step time limit, I am afraid that even some simple works can not be completed.

But if you agree and can't write a poem, your face will be broken.

Wu Wencai couldn't help Chen Jianchen's thoughts, and shouted: "Wangcai, pen and ink are waiting." ”

His servant immediately pulled out a pair of pen and ink from his side.

The pen is the best wolf, the ink is also a first-class inkstone, and the seven-star inkstone is the best quality from the old pit in Duanzhou. Just this pair of pen and ink, the market price is a gold ingot.

"Childe, please!"

Na Wangcai sharpened the ink and brought it to Chen Jianchen. It seems polite, but in fact it is like forcing the palace.

Chen Jianchen did not put pen to paper at the first time.

Wu Wencai sneered: "Are you afraid of Liuxian?" Or, the first of the three exams was just a fluke, so you didn't dare to take the exam questions for your brother?"

Chen Jianchen said in a deep voice: "Please ask Brother Wencai to answer the question." ”

Seeing that he was provoked by himself, Wu Wencai was full of joy and said, "Don't worry, I won't deliberately make things difficult for you with some obscure questions...... Well, let's take dusk as the theme, and make a song of five uniques. ”

He played this hand beautifully, and he came up with five unique genres that were relatively simple, and the theme of "Dusk" had nothing to do with coldness.

In this way, others cannot say that he is not

However, with the title of "Dusk", it is extremely empty and extensive, and it is difficult to focus on, even if Chen Jianchen can write it within seven steps, it is at best a failed work......

Wu Wencai was not afraid that Chen Jianchen would be able to write it, on the contrary, he actually hoped that Chen Jianchen would write a bad poem in a hurry and write it on the pillar of the tea shop for all visitors to "watch".

A bad poem dares to be inscribed on a pillar, which will become an indelible stain in Chen Jianchen's life, and will be regarded as an inadequate figure, a laughing stock, and even a loss of personal morality.

You must know that Beacon Hill is unusual, there are many dignitaries and nobles among the people who come and go, and their eyesight is far from being comparable to that of ordinary talented scholars, and they can distinguish the quality of poetry at a glance.

Chen Jianchen wrote a bad poem and put it on the pillar of the tea shop. This kind of behavior is like pulling a piece of on the top of Beacon Hill, which will naturally arouse everyone's disgust, disgust, and even scolding.

Wu Wencai's intentions are as sinister.

Although he is a domineering person, he will repay his eyes, and he does not learn and has no skills, but he still has some self-knowledge. Usually the poem is in response to the situation, even if it is bad, but others will not take it seriously, even if you have heard it, it is completely different what can be left with pen and ink. Therefore, in general, no one will easily choose to leave poems in scenic spots, at most they just write them on paper.

Among the twists and turns, many people present did not expect it, but shouted one after another, especially some women's colleges, and cheered for Chen Jianchen.

Several gentlemen noticed it and furrowed their eyebrows, but none of them chose to say anything.

Who would dare to interrupt the interest of Grand Prince Wu now?

It was Nie Xiaoqian's eyes that were shining, and she seemed to be a little overwhelmed, but she also didn't stop it, and only looked at Chen Jianchen, as if to see what he was capable of and whether he could see through Wu Wencai's intentions.

Everyone was watching, but Chen Jianchen suddenly showed a smile, picked up his pen and ink, and walked over with light steps.

He didn't take any seven steps at all, but walked directly to the pillar, and it took only three steps.

The pillar, made of solid cedar wood, was as thick as the mouth of a sea bowl, and was as smooth as a mirror, so that not a single thorn could be found.

Chen Jianchen picked up the pen and brushed and wrote without hesitation.

For some reason, seeing his calm and calm appearance, Wu Wencai inexplicably felt a little uneasy, as if he felt that his intentions were used in the wrong place.

In just a moment, Chen Jianchen's poem has been written, and the pen and ink are freshly left on the pillar, which is very conspicuous, and you can see it from a distance.

Wu Wencai rushed up and recited aloud: "Smoke towards the evening, Xiao Xiaodeng is precipitous, the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk!"

There are six small characters at the back: Jiangzhou Chen Jianchen's inscription.