Qiu Lao noticed the distance, everyone saw Qiu Lao looking at him, they all turned their heads and looked at the sight, the people in the distance didn't seem to notice this side, a person kept writing on the pillar.

Zheng Xuan looked over, his eyes flashed imperceptibly, a trace of surprise flashed, and Qiu Lao whispered on the side:

"Master Hou, that person seems to be the third son we saw during the day. ”

"It's indeed the third son, I haven't seen it during the day, why are you writing something here at this time?"

The old man Zhuyun also echoed on the side, Zheng Xuan was thinking about whether to step forward and ask, but Zheng Yichen seemed to have finished writing the content in his hand, turned around and left, Zheng Xuan and the others were a little curious, and walked over one after another.

And Zheng Yichen, who left, also found the anxious servant and returned to the room where the scriptures were copied.

When Zheng Xuan and the others came to the pillar, there was immediately a lantern to illuminate the place, so that everyone could see the content on the pillar, the content was a poem, the name of the word: Qingyu case! Everyone was curious to look closely, but the eyes of the four people present were bright, Qiu Lao and others were even more fascinated, and unconsciously whispered out the content:

The end of the world parting bitterly, not returning, scattered flowers as promised.

The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window flowers were all with the sky.

To tell the acacia lamp, a new love, a thousand old thoughts.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree.

As soon as he finished reading, Mr. Yoki on the side immediately roared:

"Good!"

Mr. Yangshu didn't know that he was a little out of shape, and his whole body and mind were on the poem in front of him, and he immediately read it again and again after reading it, and sighed again and again:

"Yes, it's really good, I didn't expect to see such a good word. ”

"It's really breathtaking, the third son's poetic attainments didn't expect to be so profound. ”

"This poem alone is enough to play the signboard of this poetry meeting, tonight's fighting poem, this word is enough to fight for the first place!"

The three great masters praised without hesitation, although Zheng Xuan stood aside and did not speak, just now when he first looked at the name of the Qingyu case, he was already full of deep thought! At this time, he came back to his senses, and was a little surprised in his heart, and waited until the three of them finished praising before he seemed to suddenly react and said:

"Oh, look at our memory, it's time to fight poetry, if the three gentlemen don't go, everyone will probably have to wait for a long time. ”

The three great masters immediately reacted when they heard this, but Qiu Lao said:

"Where do we need to continue to fight poetry at this time? This poem is enough to be the first, why bother?"

Zheng Xuan said with a smile:

"This is not a matter of necessity? Scribes from all over the southwest have gathered here, so how can we not compare, and if the winner is directly announced, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public. ”

The three of them thought that what Zheng Xuan said made sense, so they agreed:

"What Hou Ye said makes sense. They came all the way, and if they were allowed to run for nothing, they would be afraid that they would cause dissatisfaction among the people, so it would be better to let them show their Chinese skills! Let them be convinced!"

The three of them were about to leave, but Zheng Xuan called them again, :

"Three old gentlemen, there is another reluctant invitation below. ”

The three of them didn't dare to hold it up at all, and immediately respectfully returned:

"Master Hou, but it doesn't hurt to say. ”

"If this poetry meeting is really won by this son, my unsuccessful third son is just a little rough in writing and ink, how dare I let the three gentlemen praise him so much! He has no intention of fighting for fame, and he also hopes that the three old gentlemen will keep it secret for this son, and there is no need to publicize it. ”

The three of them thought for a while, and thought that maybe it was because these powerful children of the Hou Ye's Mansion didn't like to show their heads and didn't want to act in a high-profile manner, so they agreed.

The three of them rushed to the front, and Mr. Yoki even instructed his students in the back to write down the poem, at this time the poetry competition should have started a long time ago, but the three great virtues who were the referees never came, and everyone was not good to start by themselves, and without the evaluation of the great virtues, their fighting poems were meaningless.

"Autumn is coming!"

A student of Qiu Lao suddenly stood at the door and shouted, Mr. Yang Shu and the students of the old man Zhu Yun each shouted the name of their teacher, and the three great virtues were present, and the highlight of the poetry meeting could begin.

Needless to say, Qiu Lao casually presided over a few sentences, and some scribes began to stand up and read out the poems they had carefully written, daring to be the first to stand up, they were naturally sure, and the consequences of reading out received countless applause, but the three great masters on the stage were expressionless, just bowed their heads and drank tea.

In fact, it's not to blame this person for his bad poetry, it's entirely because they read Zheng Yichen's poems, and they can't look down on other poems, and they really don't feel it in a short time.

The first person sat down a little unwillingly, and immediately someone stood up again, the poems were better than the other, but they couldn't impress Qiu Lao and the others, after a while, Zheng Yiheng stood up, he was obviously a lot more confident, and read out the poems that his royal literati had prepared for him in advance.

Zheng Yiheng's poems can be regarded as high-quality products, and his skills are far better than everyone before, even the three great virtues also looked sideways slightly, Zheng Yiheng saw that he had received far more attention than others, and he was secretly happy in his heart, but he made a serious gesture and did not have any bad performance.

Then a few more people stood up, but the poems they made were not as good as Zheng Yiheng, and after the last person sat down, no one stood up again, and the rest of the people did not have much confidence in the poems they brought.

"But there are still people?"

Qiu Lao asked, no one answered, Qiu Lao was about to announce the result, Zheng Yilang stood up:

"There is another song here, juniors. ”

Although Zheng Yilang and Zheng Yiheng are the sons of the Hou Ye, because they never act in a high-profile manner, and the tutors of the Hou Mansion are also quite strict, there are not many people in the outside world who know their appearance and name, and those who know will not say it at this moment. Zheng Yilang stood up with a smile, he seemed to be satisfied that he had a good time.

The last one to appear is often able to attract the most people's attention and attention.

"I have a poem, and I invite you to listen to it. ”

After Zheng Yilang finished speaking, he glanced around, cleared his throat, and read out in a smooth and natural tone:

"A flower blooming alone is not fragrant, and a hundred flowers compete for the fragrance of the garden.

The grass and trees know the opportunity to compete and release it, and the red and purple reflect the customer's own measure!"

Zheng Yilang finished reading, everyone present instantly set off an uproar, and the three great virtues also looked sideways slightly, Zheng Yilang saw that he had successfully suppressed everyone, and he was happy in his heart, and kept boasting about the poems that his mother Ma spent a lot of money to beg, at this time, the effect was really amazing.

"This poem is really good, it seems that the top prize of this poetry meeting is none other than it. ”

"I think so, but this person seems to have never seen it, and I don't know where it came from. ”

"Hey, even if you and I don't know today, after today, I'm afraid this person's name will spread throughout the southwest. ”

The scribes all boasted, even if they didn't understand, they would enthusiastically echo it, as if they could really appreciate the poems, everyone looked up, waiting for Qiu Lao and the others to announce the results, but what they were waiting for was that the three of them discussed with each other for a while, and shook their heads firmly and slowly.