Yan Nansong walked up to the stage, his face full of determination.

All eyes looked at him, and it was up to him whether he could stop Yang Can.

Yan Nansong pondered for a moment and shouted with an extremely firm expression: "I admit defeat." ”

There was an uproar, and then relief.

You must know that Yan Nansong's strength has always been on par with Nangong Break, but now that Nangong Break has lost so badly, he insists on making a move, so he can only bring humiliation on himself.

It's just that in this kind of public, to be willing to admit defeat, we must not only see the situation clearly, but also have great courage.

In the Bunin Academy.

Looking at Yang Can's first poem, all the reviewers were excited, who would have expected that in the county examination, such wonderful classic poems would appear.

"Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures?

Chen Hua, the dean of the Academy of Literature, kept muttering, only feeling the pride in his heart, higher than a while, reading such a poem, he couldn't sit down no matter what.

"Once this poem spreads all over the world, I don't know how many hot-blooded men will devote themselves to serving the country, if they can make good use of it, then I will be able to revive the prestige of the country. How can you be so ****?"

Even though he succumbed to the remote Qingshui County, in Nancy's heart, that piece of fist to serve the country has never cooled.

Pang Longyuan held the poem in his hand and couldn't stop praising it: "Great talent, great talent, really great talent!"

Lan Ruoyun's face was full of reverence: "This is the only one, and it is worthy of the title of Xiucai." ”

"It's great to be able to write a poem like this in your life......"

Pang Longyuan picked up the second poem, and his face was obviously much more upright.

"It's terrible, it's terrible!"

Pang Longyuan's hands trembled unconsciously. His expression was full of excitement.

Everyone gathered around at once, and on their faces, there was a faint anticipation.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. ”

Pang Longyuan was the prefect. I have specially practiced chanting, and this poem is very infectious to read.

Everyone's face is sluggish, this poem has the world in mind, and there is quite a kind of momentum that is blocked by one man and ten thousand people.

"If there are more good generals like this in the world, then are you afraid of Hulu?" Nancy slapped her hand on the table and sighed.

"Read this poem. The picture is like in front of you, which makes people feel a kind of heroism, defending the frontier for the country and sticking to the defense line for the people, this is a real hero!"

Dean Chen Hua applauded, and his heart was full of enthusiasm, which was completely stimulated.

Lan Ruoyun sighed: "Even if it's a weak female stream like us, read such poems. can increase the infinite yearning for heroes. ”

"These two poems are so good, so good. Hard to surpass. ”

Pang Longyuan was once the prefect, and it was difficult to see such wonderful war poems.

"Another one?"

Pang Longyuan was surprised, it was extremely rare to be able to produce two poems of such a high level in such a short time, but he didn't expect there to be more.

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing. I feel sorry for myself. ”

Pang Longyuan only recited two lines of poetry, and in the hearts of everyone present, it resonated, and all of them looked extremely solemn.

"Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city. Snow Dark Withered Flag Painting. The wind is noisy and the drums are beating. Pang Longyuan was respectful, and he looked like he was reading holy poems.

There were no words, and in front of everyone's eyes, it seemed that a picture had appeared, and the momentum was really huge.

"It is better to be a centurion than to be a scholar. After Pang Longyuan finished reading, he couldn't bear to release the volume.

"This poem, this poem ......" Dean Chen Hua muttered, wanting to comment, but was stunned to find that there were no words.

"If I had read these poems earlier, maybe I would have been in the barracks right now. Nancy had a deep regret on her face.

Lan Ruoyun yearned: "This is a really good man, there are more poems like this in the world, and more people like this can make people feel more upright." ”

"Not bad. ”

After reading the three poems, everyone felt that righteousness was growing in their hearts, and unconsciously, the long-dormant cultivation actually showed signs of a breakthrough.

"The benefits we have gained are too great. Everyone looked at each other, and their faces were full of surprise.

Pang Longyuan said solemnly: "Yang Can is a person who really has the talent of earth-shattering ghosts and gods, and his achievements will be limitless......

"Not bad. Nancy agreed, "Reading his poems, I can't wait to be amazed." ”

"Hehe, Yang Can's poems are really terrible, reading his poems, my blood is so hot, I can't cool down. Dean Chen Hua looked self-deprecating.

Pang Longyuan took Yang Can's calligraphy test paper and blurted out: "If Yang Can's calligraphy can be as good as his poems, it would be incredible." ”

"Xi Zhi's head: the extreme of mourning, first the tomb and then away from the poison, chasing is very cool, the cry is devastated, the pain penetrates the heart and liver, the pain is helpless! Although it is repaired, it has not been Mercedes-Benz, and the mourning poison is deep, but what can I do! I feel choked on the paper, and I don't know what to say. Xi Zhidun first paused. ”

"It's okay, it's okay. The calligraphy is not too outrageous. Pang Longyuan glanced at the test paper, and there was a faint disappointment in his eyes.

For calligraphy, Pang Longyuan is very studied, he is a person who pays attention to format, and when he saw the calligraphy written by Yang Can, he actually ended up in the grass, and he couldn't help but look down on it in his heart.

"No, no, it's very well written. Pang Longyuan cast his mind on this calligraphy and immediately noticed the difference.

"Wonderful, wonderful, this is wonderful. The more Pang Longyuan looked, the more he felt ingenious, and the charm in the words completely attracted him.

Because Pang Longyuan held the calligraphy very high, everyone couldn't see it, and seeing that he had been muttering there, they couldn't help but feel itchy.

But there is no way, Pang Longyuan is a prefect after all, everyone should give him the respect he deserves.

Later, Pang Longyuan leaned down completely, almost not plunging his head into the notebook.

Everyone watched from the sidelines, amused and shocked.

After Pang Longyuan finished reading it, he stood solemnly and did not move for a long time.

Everyone could only take a general look, and their hearts were as anxious as a cat scratching, but they couldn't urge.

"Why are the huge people so grieving?"

Seeing the look on Pang Longyuan's face, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, can this post attract people's emotions, if this is the case, it is really a peerless post.

"Alas!" Pang Longyuan sighed, then sat down beside the chair and was silent for a long time.

Everyone spread the post on the table, and then looked at it together, all with a deep curiosity on their faces.

Twists and turns.

Everyone was brought to that deep grief by this exquisite calligraphy.

"Born in troubled times, it is inevitable to have such grief. Nancy muttered.

This sentence is quite disrespectful, but these people in front of them are in the same state of mind at this moment, and they all have a feeling of kinship.

"This poem, which contains charm, absolutely everyone's demeanor, I dare not have disrespectful words to today's book saints. But in my heart, it is, it is, it is ......"

Every time Chen Hua took one more look, he sighed in his heart.

The crowd was amazed, and the praise was too great.

But when they saw the poster in front of them, everyone felt that in fact, there was nothing wrong with these words.

"I always feel that this calligraphy does not seem to be the first one, and the meaning of grief in the post has not reached the extreme. ”

Pang Longyuan is worthy of being knowledgeable, and he actually said it.

"There's also a copybook. Huh, a lot of words?" Pang Longyuan took the notebook and glanced at it.

Everyone couldn't help but envy Pang Longyuan, he was able to have a sneak peek, he really earned it this time.

"Qianlong Ding Haidong, buried the third sister Suwen in the Yangshan of Shangyuan, and laid Yiwen said: Woohoo! You were born in Zhejiang, and buried in Si, 700 miles away from my hometown;

Pang Longyuan got this copy, and after reading only the beginning, he was completely attracted by the content.

As the chief examiner of the county exam, it is simply unbelievable that he did not put his mind on the exam questions, but Pang Longyuan was completely involuntary.

The more Pang Longyuan reads, the more he feels sad in his heart, this article touched the weakest string in his heart, and reminded him of his deceased wife.

This article is really a text of great compassion, a similar scene that everyone has experienced or will eventually experience.

Part never to meet again.

is the greatest pain in the world, a thousand sorrows and all kinds of helplessness, which are vividly portrayed by Yuan Mei.

At this age, Pang Longyuan realized in his heart that there was more of a layer, and he felt empathy when he read it.

Before he knew it, Pang Longyuan was in tears, and he didn't notice it at all.

There was a shock all around, could it be that this article was more sad than the funeral post, and even Pang Longyuan couldn't resist it.

“...... If you have a spirit, you may sue me?

Woohoo! It is unthinkable before you are alive, and you cannot know it after you die; you don't hear your words, and you don't see your food. The paper ashes are flying, the wind is wild, and the brother is returning, and he still looks back at you repeatedly. Woohoo lament!

After reading it, Pang Longyuan didn't have any words, put the notebook away, and cried in the corner.

Everyone looked at the poster together, and after reading it, everyone was sad and burst into tears.

Especially Lan Ruoyun, tears are like beads with broken threads, constantly spilling down.

This article is really classic, and the feelings contained in it are really thick to the extreme, and unconsciously, it makes people feel sad.

Half a day.

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, and they looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and they didn't feel ashamed, and their sadness never diminished a little.

"When I return, I will take the people in front of me. Nancy's face showed an extremely solemn look.

Everyone nodded one after another, and the people around them can get together, which is really a great fate, if you don't know how to cherish it, how is it different from the grass, trees, mountains and rocks?

In the end, everyone opened the endless picture of the landscape, and couldn't help but be stunned, they had never seen such a painting, all kinds of painting styles, enough to create a historical precedent, for the example of a hundred generations.

Chen ...... Dean Chen!" A person hurried over.

Chen Hua couldn't help frowning: "What's the matter?"

"The envoy of the Holy Courtyard has arrived. The man gasped for a long time, and then said slowly.

The crowd was shocked. (To be continued.) )