Zhu Houwei glanced at Fan Tao, who looked like he had been beaten with chicken blood, and said with a smile: "Brother Fan seems to be determined to win this reward, but I don't know how much Brother Fan plans to win?"

Fan Tao snorted: "There is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, I am a scholar, and I should be the champion!"

"Brother Fan is so ambitious!" Zhu Houwei praised.

"It's a pity that Brother Zhu is not as young as the weak crown."

Zhu Houwei said curiously: "It's a pity? Why is it a pity? ”

Fan Tao sighed: "If you are the leader, you can enter the wall of the king's house, and you have a better chance of becoming the son-in-law of Lord Buzheng, but it's a pity that Brother Zhu looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, even if he can win the championship, he is a few years younger than Buzheng's daughter, I'm afraid that I won't have the opportunity to hold the beauty."

Zhu Houwei sneered: "What Brother Fan said about the beauties he hugged is fake, and it is true if he wants to rise to the top."

"It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and there are people in the court who are good officials!" Fan Tao said disdainfully: "I am from a poor family, and I have worked hard to read the books of sages, so that one day I can enter the Tianzi Hall, but even if I enter the office, if I have no connections, background, resources, and I refuse to go along with the dirt, how many years will it take to meet the holy face?" If there is a chance to save ten or twenty years of climbing effort, Fan doesn't believe it, Brother Zhu is willing to turn a blind eye! ”

Zhu Houwei suddenly felt that he was speechless, was Fan Tao wrong?

He is right, because this is the reality, if you think he is wrong, then it is either a junior brother who has not been beaten by society, or he is pretentious, but the more pretentious he is, once he really enters the society, he may fall faster than anyone else.

Scholars who read the books of sages, who did not want to learn literature and martial arts at the beginning, and goods in the emperor's family, who did not think about the country and the world, and showed their ambitions.

It's just a pity that only when they themselves step into the officialdom will they realize how ridiculous their original idea is, officialdom is a big dye vat, and it is difficult to get out of the mud without staining it.

What Fan Tao wants is just a way to get in, if there is a ladder in front of him, how many people are willing to climb the mountain and watch the clouds step by step?

Fan Tao obviously didn't take Zhu Houwei, a little kid, in his eyes, and said straight to Tian Wen: "A few days ago, Fan Mou also told Brother Tian about the rumor, Brother Tian just didn't believe it, and now that it is true, how can this empty ground come to the wind, in fact, as soon as he entered the tent, Fan Mou felt that something was wrong, and now that Fang will be overwhelmed, Brother Tian can know what is wrong?"

Tian Wen was stunned and smiled bitterly: "The little brother is shallow, and I also ask Brother Fan for guidance."

Fan Tao said with a smile: "Generally speaking, one or two famous actors will be invited to the poetry meeting, one is to add color, and the other is to sing new words.

There is no need for Fan Tao to continue, Zhu Houwei and Tian Wen are already abrupt, not to mention Fan Tao's character, this insight alone is far beyond the reach of the two.

On the stage, Pei Hong said rewards and a lot of nonsense, and finally got to the point.

"Everyone, since it is a poetry club, since it is mainly to write poems and fill in the words, since it is more superior, since the question shall prevail, Wang Yanshi will personally come up with two questions for the Feiying Poetry Club today, a poem, the name of the lyricist "Sauvignon Blanc", you talents, please, those who can be selected will enter the next round."

"Sauvignon Blanc?" Fan Tao muttered a sentence, and the word card Sauvignon Blanc is based on Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc, Bianshui Flow", with 36 words in the full text, and "Sauvignon Blanc, a Heavy Mountain" by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, is the pinnacle masterpiece.

In general, it is not difficult to make words like "Sauvignon Blanc", but it is precisely because it is not difficult that the competition is bound to be more intense.

This is a reason for the gap between the later generations of scholars and scumbags, because there are so many points in the papers, and because the scumbags can only score so many points, they all do the questions of primary school students, and it is naturally difficult to open the gap in scores.

The topic has already been released, and the more than 300 scholars present are also brewing, and after a while, some scholars began to put pen to paper.

Tian Wen pondered for about a quarter of an hour, and then he also wrote 'The sunset is red, and the moon is ...... in the sky'.

Fan Tao was not far behind, and wrote 'one is colder, two ......are colder'.

After a while, the two of them swayed, looking at the joy on Fan Tao's face, it was estimated that they were very satisfied with their masterpieces.

"Brother Zhu, is this?" Seeing that Zhu Fu had never mentioned the pen, Fan Tao was a little puzzled, in his opinion, Zhu Fu was fourteen or fifteen years old, but he was already a talent, he must be talented, poetry was a small way, and he had the name of a talent, how could he be stumped by a small word.

Zhu Houwei couldn't help but touch his nose......

I feel like I'm a bit of a bully, as a modern person, writing poems and lyrics is simply an open existence, if Zhu Houwei travels to the early Tang Dynasty or the early Song Dynasty, what poetry immortals, word saints are afraid of a collective tragedy.

By the middle of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houwei actually had not much choice, but the Qing Dynasty still produced a lot of good words, and Zhu Houwei happened to know such a song in "Sauvignon Blanc".

"A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, and a ...... to the side of Yuguan"

"Good words, good words!" Tian Wen saw Zhu Houwei swaying, and immediately sighed: "Compared with Brother Zhu's poem, Tian's word is already difficult to see."

Fan Tao stopped talking, but looked at Zhu Fu again, and suddenly realized that he seemed to despise the young man sitting at the same table.

"Brother Tian praised it." Zhu Houwei put the brush on the pen holder and smiled, but the words?

Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc, a Heavy Mountain" can be called the pinnacle, and this "Sauvignon Blanc, a Journey to the Mountain" by the great poet Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty is not inferior to half a point.

Two quarters of an hour passed in a flash, and the miscellaneous servants of Pei's Mansion went out to collect the paper that had written the words and marked their names, and the paper in front of more than a hundred people was cleaner than their faces, and they didn't hold back a word for two quarters of an hour, where did they still have the face to stay, and they got up and said goodbye.

In fact, this is not surprising, the poetry club is that everyone gets together to show off their literary talents to get a literary name, generally speaking, the scholars who come to participate in the poetry meeting will prepare their own proud works in advance, and then use the poetry meeting to make a splash.

However, this Feiying poetry will be a question test, which is equivalent to playing on the spot, and those scholars who were caught off guard and had an average level were naturally caught off guard, and the words they wrote were incomprehensible, and in the end they made people laugh, it was better not to use the pen and say that they were not inspired enough.

The finished lyrics were sent to a tent behind the platform, where an old man with white hair was playing Go with a young woman.

The chessboard is criss-crossed, and the fight is very fierce, but as long as you know a little about chess, it is not difficult to see that black chess has lost the game, and at the moment it is just a dying struggle.

Pei Hong entered the tent, and the old man smiled as if he had seen a savior: "Xiao Jia hasn't seen him for a year, but this chess strength has risen sharply, this game does not matter whether it is won or lost, how about a draw."