Whether in his previous life or in this life, Yuan Lai is not a merry man who likes to chant about the wind and the moon, he likes guns more than brushes, and he likes philosophy books more than Tang poetry and Song lyrics.

But he had practiced calligraphy for a long time, so he had to copy a lot of articles and write a lot of sentences, so he remembered a lot of poems.

There are not many or no more chrysanthemums, and there are always some who can hold up the table.

He didn't plan to get involved, even if Xiao Qiao was mean and snarky, he didn't take it to heart, but when he saw that Shen Cheng's students were pressed and didn't dare to write, he began to be unhappy.

After all, this is Shen Cheng, a native of his hometown where he has lived for many years, and now he has been beaten to the door, it doesn't matter if he comes to the door, the important thing is that he has to lose.

Yuan Lai didn't like to lose, even if it wasn't him who lost but the city, he still felt uncomfortable.

These days, Yuan Lai has also secretly flipped through a lot of books, and he has a rough understanding of the history and culture of Daqi, but the names of several poets he is familiar with are all gone, and the world is different from the original after all, which is convenient for him to act.

"Qiu Ju as the theme, if you still follow the traditional path and don't write new ideas, then eighty percent will still lose. He whispered to himself, hid in a remote and uninhabited corner, buried his head in thought, and suddenly raised his head after thinking for a while.

A name came to his mind.

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The crowd at the door of Shouyang Building was blocked, and the snow-white pieces of paper were handed into the lobby one after another, and someone specially collected everyone's poems and sent them in, Yuan Lai took advantage of the chaos to stuff the two pieces of paper he wrote, and then returned to his seat with a relaxed face.

He wrote two poems, and he planned to write one, but after a little thought, he wrote another one, afraid that the students in Shencheng were too incompetent, and they would not be lost in a mess.

After all, when the poem was written, it was full of blood, and when the blood was gone, I remembered that even if I threw it in, it would not be enough for people to see it.

Seeing that many young students were nervous and worried, some elderly scholars were relieved, probably nothing more than a fancy version of the five words "loser or loser".

Xiao Qiao was also forced to write a poem, but he knows his own skills, and he is not the kind of guy with his eyes on the top of his head, but even if he knows that he can't get on the stage with those two hits, he doesn't have the slightest expectation of a miracle in his heart.

Especially when he saw Yuan Lai sitting quietly on the chair, his confidence suddenly rose to a higher level: "Did Yuan Dacai compose poetry just now?"

Xiao Qiao glanced at his eyes, yin and yang.

Yuan came to see him and ignored him.

The first floor of Shouyang Building was busy selecting, and on the second floor, Xie Yuan and the man got up together.

"Look at this hour, the poetry competition downstairs should also have a result soon, and the debate in the Wangfuzi Pavilion will probably end. Xie Yuan smiled, dressed freely, with a faint expression, not like a team leader challenging the whole city, but more like a guest visiting the city.

"Mr. Xie is not worried about the results on the first floor. The man chuckled.

Xie Yuan shook his head and sighed: "I hope that my own children can lose to the city, but God has to let me get my wish, right?"

"It's not good to get that out of your way. ”

Xie Yuan didn't care at all, just walked slowly downstairs with the man, and didn't respond directly to this sentence.

"Let's go, let's see the final result, but it's no surprise that Shen Cheng is still going to lose, after reading their poems, that is, Liu Chonghu's talent is considered to stand out from the crowd, but unfortunately I heard that he is not interested in the imperial examination, but is more interested in cultivation, how about it, are you interested in taking him to your Northern Sect for a walk?" Xie Yuan said leisurely.

The man nodded and said with a smile: "If there is fate, it is not impossible." ”

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By the time the two of them appeared in the hall on the first floor, the sorting out of the poems of Shen Cheng's students had also been completed, and many celebrities and scholars had reviewed the hundred and ten poems one by one, and it was a busy scene to jointly review, evaluate, and score.

Several old men were even clustered around the first seat, brushing their gray beards and constantly commenting on the snowflake-like poems.

After all, Shencheng is one of the top ten famous cities, and there have been many university scholars in history, and naturally it is not a soft persimmon that is handled by Wuyi Zhulang, plus this topic surrounds "Qiu Ju", almost as long as he is a scholar, he has written this customary flower in this world, since Meilan Zhuju is called the Four Gentlemen, it must not be a false name, who does not have a few related poems?

The sense of honor of the collective hometown of Shencheng students is surging, but they have summoned the ability to use the bottom of the box to hook up with the daughter of the scholarly door or flirt with the singer of the Qinglou, but it is also a masterpiece that appears frequently, which makes several old gentlemen very enjoyable.

"Wanju surrounds the river barrier, and suddenly it is like opening an ancient screen. Mo Yan's season passes, and there is more than a day to go...... This song is good, easy to understand and charming, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece. An old gentleman said.

"Although the festival is a chrysanthemum, the floating life is like a ping. Where to look at the old mountain, the small long pavilion on the barren shore. Holding a piece of paper, one person closed his eyes and tasted a product after reciting: "The emotions are full, the old mountains and rivers are forgotten in the heart, and the barren bank is in the eyes and the pavilion is in the heart." ”

There are many commendable, but these poems still can't get out of the traditional way after all, there is no new meaning, and there is some distance between them and the three poems of Wuyi Zhulang in terms of rhetoric and emotional carving, only one by Liu Chonghu can be compared...... If it was just like this, Shen Cheng would still lose this time after all. A square gentleman sighed.

"yes, if that's all it takes...... I don't think you need to have any expectations, the local talented students in Shencheng are listed here, and there are no powerful young people in the pergola outside, even if this courage is commendable, but after all, it cannot be violated. Another person seconded.

This was true, and the gentlemen shook their heads again and again.

Suddenly, one of them said in surprise: "This one is very good!"

Seeing that the rest of the people looked at him, he handed over the poem, and Mr. Fang Zheng took it and looked down carefully, and said in surprise at first: "It's a poem." ”

Although the comparison here is poetry, the vast majority of scholars write poems rather than words, just because in the Great Revelation words are not as prosperous as poems, good words are rarer than good poems, and the judgment of a word is more harsh than poetry.

Therefore, he was a little surprised at first, and then he read: "Pity the yellow flower, slow chrysanthemum."

Pink and golden. The embroidery screen recognizes Xiao Niang in the old days. Cuiwei is high, the bottom of the old man's hat, the best year of the year, it is Chongyang. Avoiding spring is only afraid that spring is not far away, looking at the secluded path, and stealing autumn makeup. Drunken Township. The heart is like a flutter, fluttering and sorrowful. ”

After reading the film, there was silence around it, and several scholars looked at it carefully, and they couldn't help but show appreciation. After a pause, he continued, "Smile into the frost." Dou Wan is ingenious, deeply dyed bee yellow. Thousands of dew marks, self-pity and old color, half a cold spring, a hundred feelings of fragrance. The sound of geese does not reach the east fence, and the city is full of wind and rain. The most gut-breaking. In the middle of the night, the butterflies flew wildly. ”

"Good words!" said one of them.

"It's a good word, gorgeous and touching, but it can be compared with the three poems of Wuyi!"

"What do you think of this word?"

This word is elegant and charming, but the poems are different themes after all, and it is not good to judge them if they are compared. However, if I am concerned, the poem of the Great Revelation is prosperous and the word is declining, although this poem is difficult to call a masterpiece, but it is also a rare masterpiece, and it is at least better than the last of the three poems of Wuyi Zhulang in terms of difficulty. One of them laughed.

"This may not be true, but it is enough to fight with Wuyi. ”

"It's just that although this word is good, it is only two songs when combined with Liu Chonghu, and there is still one missing after all!" This ...... one person shook his head.

Everyone in the audience sighed, and at this moment, a gentleman who bowed his head to examine the poem suddenly slapped the table and said loudly: "This poem is different!"

"Oh, what kind of poem? is different, I'm afraid it's a boast, since ancient times, writing chrysanthemums has become a certainty, and it is really difficult to write new ideas in a unique way. One Hanlin didn't seem to care.

"No, this poem is not my boasting, please listen!" said the man, who took a deep breath and read: "Chrysanthemum Flower," the sassy west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and it is difficult for the cold fragrance and cold butterflies to come. If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together. ”

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

As soon as this sentence came out, the voice in the hall disappeared without a trace, and all the gentlemen who reviewed the poems looked up at this place in unison.

The change of gentlemen surprised the students of both sides, and after a few quiet breaths, the square-faced gentleman took the lead in exclaiming: "What an open mind!"

"Since ancient times, chrysanthemum poems are nothing more than praise for the arrogance and nobility of chrysanthemums or entrusted with the Double Ninth Festival, this poem...... But it is a different way, and he has such a mind! It must not be a mediocre reader who only knows how to read and praise the classics!"

"One day, if I can be the god of flowers, then I will let the chrysanthemums and peach blossoms bloom in the spring...... Such aspirations, such hearts, such arrogance, such thoughts...... It's amazing!" said a slightly younger gentleman clapping his hands.

This kind of heroic poetry cannot be appreciated by those who do not have rivers in their chests, and those who do not have blood cannot be appreciated, and the old people here are still only appreciating, while the young people are conquered by their pride.

"This kind of good poetry, today's poetry will be unsurpassed! If the essay collection may not be as good as some poems, but if you talk about feelings, it should be a famous poem!"

"That's right! It's just that I didn't expect that one poem after another appeared in the world, which is really surprising! This poem and that poem should be in the top three of Shencheng students!"

"It's just that who is the author of this word and a poem, but let me take a look?"

"Extremely, very much, let's see what the signature is, which one of the heroes did it?"

As he spoke, everyone looked at the corner of the poem, and then everyone's expressions were stunned.

"This ...... How could it be that there was no signature?"

I saw that there was no trace on the two sheets of paper except for the poems, only the ink was fresh and the dark ink fragrance was exuded.

Note: The author of "Cherish the Yellow Flower and Slow Chrysanthemum" is Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty, and the author of "Chrysanthemum" is the famous butcher Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty.