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"Five more!"

The crowd of onlookers under the Packa Horse Tower immediately shouted when they saw the dust coming out. However, when I saw the five people with disgusted faces, I knew at a glance that they were returned with a feather and were in a bad mood.

"Hey, then Chen Jianchen hasn't been brushed off yet?"

Steward Zhang San's eyes were as big as copper bells, but he didn't see any trace of Chen Jianchen: Isn't this poor and sour talent really capable?

"I said earlier, my son-in-law will definitely get the first place. ”

Next to her, Ying Ning was holding a string of fish balls and eating them deliciously.

The third housekeeper sneered, and cursed in his heart: naïve.

He came from the capital and got some gossip earlier, although he was not sure, but he was sure of two or three points. To put it bluntly, the plaque of "the first genius in the world" given by the emperor is tailor-made for his son-in-law, and others can only stare dryly no matter what, and they can't snatch it at all......

It's just that this Chen Jianchen is so tricky, it's a little unexpected.

......

"The general rule is like this, you can draw lots first, and then the old man will come up with the question after the lot. In particular, there is only one topic, and everyone is the same. ”

On the top of the eighteenth layer of the tower of the Packy Horse Tower, there is a lot of wind in the high place, the cool breeze comes in all directions, it is very pleasant; overlooking and viewing, the huge city of Zhejiang is in full view, the crowd on the street is like ants, the scenery is very spectacular, let people spontaneously give birth to the broad mind of climbing high and looking far, and being high and knowledgeable.

Great!

After listening to the rules of the competition in the last level today, Zheng Shuliang and the others all frowned, so they were not depressed: According to what the judges said, wouldn't the person who drew the first answer suffer a big loss?

Under the rules, each person has seven steps, but because there is a sequence and the problem is the same, the first person has only seven steps, and after the rotation, the second person has fourteen steps, and the third person has twenty-one steps...... The more time you have, the more time you have to prepare, and the more time you have, the better you will prepare.

Today's last level of competition is not to compete for the qualification of Shiwen Bagu on the third day, but just to compete for a title. But this title is diligently pursued by scholars all over the world, and the importance is self-evident, and no one is willing to give up easily.

At this time, Old Master Huang, who was presiding over the third level, had already folded the five slips of paper with the order written and put them into a small cardboard box on the bookcase, and then said lazily: "The lottery begins!"

To tell the truth, these rules are too child's play, and the form is completely different from the various poetry meetings held at ordinary times, and Mr. Huang was unwilling to implement them, but Mr. Hengqu insisted on going his own way, so he had to sell him a face, and chatted to climb to the top of this tower and be a judge:

"Brother Sanchang, Brother Sanchang, the will of the saint is known to passers-by, why should you go against the will of the saint again and make the saint unhappy?"

Thinking of today's saints, Old Master Huang can't help but show a strange look on his face, feeling that since the emperor ascended the throne, everything he has done is unusual, especially the implementation of new laws such as the "Writing Law", "Xintian Law", and "Demolition Law......

In this way, the most reasonable explanation is that the emperor is too young and in a hurry.

Of course, it is impossible for Old Master Huang to say these slanderous words, and he can only go around in his stomach and then calm down, and he will never resort to his mouth. You must know that even if he is as famous as Mr. Hengqu, he has a lot of dissatisfaction with the Chaogang season, and he can't spread it out.

To tell the truth, it often leads to misfortune from the mouth, and this calamity can be fatal. Since the beginning of the year, the government and the opposition have been in mourning, isn't it all because they told the truth.

"Bang", Old Master Huang opened the folding fan in his hand, and the seven big characters of "Bright Moon into the Arms and Wind in the Ears" were displayed on the fan, which was awe-inspiring and ancient.

The first to come up to draw lots was Zheng Shuliang, he stepped forward, took out a small note from the cardboard box, unfolded it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

Three!

The note was written with three words, indicating that he would be the third to answer the question. This sequence was enough for him.

After that, all the mermaids drew lots, and Chen Jianchen was the last, but what he drew was a note with "one" written on it.

After the results were announced, Mo Yuan, who had won the fifth order, was very unhappy in his heart, shaking the folding fan and laughing: "Opportunists will inevitably sow their own evil consequences." The implication is naturally to ridicule Chen Jianchen for deliberately drawing lots at the end and wanting to steal chickens, but he still won the first prize.

Chen Jianchen didn't care about his ridicule: everyone was not familiar with each other, and now it was a competitive relationship, and cynicism was inevitable: the literati competition was certainly an elegant thing, but there would never be less dirt in it. Verbal swords, and must be inferior to swords and swords, especially in the battle of schools, there are also those who quarrel to the end shirtless.

Regarding this so-called "No. 1 Talent Competition in the World", as the schedule opened, Chen Jianchen became more and more opinionated, and felt that it was completely different from what he imagined. Usually during the festival, the Lantern Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are often poetry meetings in Jiangzhou. These poetry meetings are often a great opportunity for readers to show their talents, and if a good poem is written, it will be recited for a while, and personal fame will be known.

But for these literary group meetings, Chen Jianchen basically did not participate, his temperament is not very lively, he belongs to a relatively indifferent type; plus his family knows his own affairs, and his attainments in poetry are very superficial, except for a belly of memory, others are really difficult to grasp.

Therefore, he still prefers calligraphy and contemporary writing.

In today's situation, Shiwen Bagu is the mainstream of the imperial examination, as long as this aspect is done well, there is no way out.

After the draw was completed, Old Master Huang stood up and glanced at everyone, and his eyes stayed on Chen Jianchen for a longer time - for this son, of course he knew, the student representative of Minghua Academy, originally belonged to the existence of the non-stream, but he stood out in the calligraphy competition on the first day and won the first-class results, which was really eye-catching.

Regarding Chen Jianchen's words, Old Master Huang has also seen it, it is good, it has skills, and it belongs to the top level in his young life.

The sudden killing of a dark horse is undoubtedly a big surprise in this competition.

In fact, this competition is not the original intention of Kaitai Academy at all, but just a form advocated by some people in the temple. With Mr. Hengqu's pragmatic style, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to hold such a talent competition.

The inside story is only known to Mr. Hengqu.

Today, Chen Jianchen also came to the top of the highest tower, it seems that he really has some ability, according to this momentum of development, the plaque dispute will definitely sprout some variables.

It's just like this, it's unprovoked and a headache.

"Student Chen Liuxian has seen Mr. ”

Chen Jianchen bowed respectfully.

Old Master Huang stroked his beard with great satisfaction and said, "You are Chen Liuxian, not bad." ”

These are all polite words that are not salty or light, greetings, and brush-offs.

Chen Jianchen then stood solemnly and listened to the other party's question.

Old Master Huang approached the top of the tower, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and after a while, said: "Let's take this tower and this scene as the theme, and make the genre of the seven uniques." ”

This poem topic is relatively vague and more suitable for play, and there is a lot of space for lyricism through scenes, but because of this, the probability of producing a good work is relatively low, after all, it is an instant poem, and the time is limited.

As soon as the poem title came out, the four people who had not yet taken their turn immediately brewed nervously in their hearts, this time difference must be mastered and should be used well.

But Chen Jianchen only groaned slightly, stepped forward, and stood on top of the bookcase.

The bookcase has long been spread out of paper, and the pen and ink are ready. Chen Jianchen picked up the pen, and without thinking, he started to write-

What a speed!

Not only the other four student representatives, but even Old Master Huang sighed.

From calligraphy to poetry, the speed shown by Chen Jianchen is really staggering, could it be that this is his strength, the strength lies in the urgency of talent? It is rumored that there is a talented man who can get off the horse and get off the horse, and a glass of wine can be made, which can be called a god speed, and now Chen Jianchen's performance is not too far behind, if the quality of the poems he writes is acceptable, he can be famous all over the world with this hurry.

Chen Jianchen's pen was like flying, and after a while, the seven uniques were written, and the pen stood aside.

Old Master Huang looked up and couldn't help but read: "On the city of Zhezhou, there is a horse tower, and it is said that the rooster cries and sees the sun rise; Good poetry, good poetry, when the floating white!"

After reading it, he couldn't help but slap his palm and slapped it on the bookcase, almost knocking the inkstone over.

Old Master Huang is a famous poet and Taoist, with an old and spicy vision, and the quality of a poem can be judged by just looking at it. He read this poem written by Chen Jianchen, which not only perfectly fits the poem title he is in, but also expresses clearly and has far-reaching artistic conception, especially the final sentence:

"I am not afraid of clouds to cover my eyes, only because I am at the top. ”

The epilogue is vigilant, perfectly combined with this place and this scene, and the scenery is lyrical, full of a vigorous and heroic ambition. The five words "at the top" are the first to catch people's hearts, regardless of the poetry, the artistic conception is pulled to the highest point at once, and there is a faint meaning of looking down on all living beings.

Read it again, and there is a new artistic conception, "rooster song", "sunrise", "fearless", "floating clouds" and other words seem to have other meanings, including meanings......

Good poetry, good poetry!

Old Master Huang was overjoyed when he saw the hunt, and his mood was uncontrollable: "As soon as this poem came out, there was no sentence for the horse tower from now on!"

Hearing this comment, the rest of Zheng Shuliang's faces were as dead as ashes. In fact, even if there was no such comment, when they heard Old Master Huang reciting it before, Zheng Shuliang and the others' hearts were already in turmoil.

If you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, you are afraid of comparing goods. This is undoubtedly tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation. I still thought that Chen Jianchen was the first to write a poem on the topic, but he suffered a big loss, and finally had the opportunity to see him make a fool of himself and be slapped in the face. The clinker took the lead and wrote a silent poem of seven uniques, which directly got the master's high comment that "as soon as this poem comes out, there will be no sentences from now on", which blocked everyone's thoughts.

What a son of man!