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"Flowery Flowers...... The peach blossoms on the human face are red. Haha, I'm inspired, this sentence is good, this sentence is good...... Huh?"

Writing poetry is all about inspiration.

The so-called article is made by nature, and it is obtained by chance.

With inspiration, it's like a diabetes insipidus. No, it's frequent urination, urgency, and incomplete urination......

Qin Hanbing felt that he had it now, otherwise how could this poem with a very beautiful artistic conception jump in front of him on its own?

Wait a minute...... Jumping in front of you?

Blinking, stunned, Qin Hanbing only then realized that the poem was really placed in front of him, but it was not from his pen, but on another yellowed paper next to him, there was another sentence in front of it, last year and today, this door was ......

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The woman in the Qinglou who was grinding ink on the side couldn't help but read it softly, and then her expression was stunned, as if she had fallen into some kind of imaginary artistic conception.

In the small garden, the peach blossoms are brilliant, the people who step on the spring have no intention of looking back, and under the colorful trees, the Yiren are comparable to the flowers......

Good poetry is like this, it can always use condensation and concise words to pull people into one after another beautiful artistic conception with great lethality.

However, at this moment, there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and an ugly ink pen suddenly drew a long horizontal bar on the two lines of poetry, and the peach blossoms in the garden were instantly blown away by the rain and wind.

Click, the brush breaks.

Qin Hanbing, who broke free from the artistic conception, was stunned, and pointed his fingers at the paper with trembling fingers, as if something beloved had been destroyed, his expression was excited and angry, and he was about to slap the table with the person who spoiled the scenery. But before he could raise his head and speak, a brush soaked in ink appeared in his field of vision.

Mountain Garden Xiaomei ...... The pen walks the dragon and snake, rustling softly.

The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden. The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon...... The faint words fell, the brush paused, and it seemed that he wanted to start writing something again, but in the end he put it aside.

"You're hurrying, have you finished writing?" Pan Fatzi, who hurriedly walked back from the window, didn't notice the strange atmosphere at the table, and when he saw the paper with ink on it, he picked it up and swept his eyes, and complained in a semantic tone, "Why don't you call me after writing, time is running out...... This is a poem about flowers? Why can't you see a flower word? Hey, it doesn't matter, who is that, send this poem down......"

"Wait!" Qin Han stood up suddenly, snatched the paper from Pan Fatzi's hand, first swept it over, and then looked at it carefully, closed his eyes, his lips trembled slightly as if he was reciting silently, and then opened his eyes and looked at Ye Xi who looked calm on the side, his eyes were complicated and indescribable.

"What's the matter, Boss Qin, is there anything wrong with this poem?" asked Fat Pan confusedly.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing, you send someone to send it. Handing back the paper, Qin Hanbing looked at Ye Xi and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he waved to the window to make an invitation, "Let's go, go there and wait for the result." ”

"What are you waiting for?" handed the paper to the handyman and sent it, and the fat man who walked back said as a matter of course, "I have taken a closer look just now, the current number of flowers is eight hundred, and there are twenty places for the first round of promotion, in addition to the six people decided by Han Qi, there are fourteen places, which means that as long as we reward the top fourteen, there is a chance that we will be able to advance." Well, let me do the math......"

After a pause, he confidently gave the amount, "Two hundred and sixty taels! Actually, two hundred and fifty-one taels is enough, those idiots only know how to reward whole numbers...... We only have 1,300 taels now, and the competition will definitely be more fierce in the future, so we have to calculate it. If we plan well, maybe we'll be able to make it to the final round. ”

There is no problem with this careful calculation, I have to say that compared to cultivating the Seal Dao, the most suitable path for Pan Fatzi is actually to go back to inherit the family business.

However, just when Pan Fatzi was about to summon the handyman at the door to give a reward, Ye Xi raised his hand to stop him: "Don't be in a hurry to waste two silver ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Pan Fatzi, and he looked unhappy: "Brother Ye, I don't like to listen to what you say, what is a waste? It's just a few hundred taels of silver and pocket money." Besides, the opening ceremony program is a matter for the entire Yellow Seal class. Now Brother Ye, you are out of the show, Boss Qin writes poems, I, Pan Er, am the most incompetent, and only these silver taels that I can do can help a little, you can't even deprive me of this. ”

"Alright, don't say it. Qin Hanbing glanced over: "Who told you that I wrote the poem?"

Pan Fatzi was stunned when he heard this: "Didn't you write that poem Boss Qin?" that ......" turned his head in astonishment, the fact is obvious, except for the more than ten Qinglou women, there are only three people in the room, excluding himself, and then excluding Qin Hanbing, the rest can only be Ye Xi.

“...... Brother Ye?"

Regardless of Pan Fatzi's shock or speechless emotions, Qin Hanbing turned his head to look at Ye Xi, hesitated and said, "I don't know much about poetry and songs, and my appreciation ability is average, you ...... Are you sure?"

Ye Xi shook his head calmly and spread his hands easily: "It's not for me to decide, it depends on whether Han Qi is blind or not." ”

"Uh...... Hehe, I have heard of that Han Qi, who used to teach in the Imperial City Taixue Academy, and was full of peach and plums, and even the current saint was his student when he was a child, because his ancestral home was in this area, and he came to the city after returning to his hometown. I don't know what kind of personal relationship Feng Yilou used to invite him over to do justice for this event, but if you want him to cheat for personal gain, I'm afraid it's impossible. ”

Ye Xi nodded, opened his mouth to say something, but heard a gong sound in the lobby downstairs.

This means that the first round of the competition will end here, no more poems will be accepted, and the flower viewing activity will also come to an end. In other words, at this time, even if Ye Xi regretted it, they could no longer reward their poems.

Then I saw an old man with a goatee and a strong spirit, walking down the wooden ladder from the second floor steadily, Su Niannian on the middle platform of the stairs saw this, and hurriedly took a few steps forward to make a false gesture, and bowed: "See Mrs. Han." ”

Immediately, there was a commotion in the lobby.

"After the end of school, Zhou Zicheng has seen Mrs. Han!"

"Tong Sheng Jiao Xiuyuan visits Mrs. Han!"

"Wang Qi of the City Engineering Division wishes Mrs. Han good health and good health, and he will be strong and strong when he is old......"

......

The sound of tables and chairs pushing, saluting and greeting one after another, with the appearance of the old man with a goatee, this event actually showed signs of entering the lively tide in advance.

However, this is not surprising, Qin Hanbing introduced that this old man's identity is not ordinary, and even the current saint has been his student, so the high status can be imagined. Although he is now retired, who dares to underestimate his influence in the Xuelin Temple?

In fact, at present, some of the guests dressed as scholars and squires in this lobby are coming for him, and you can know that as long as their poetic talents can be appreciated and recognized by this Han Lao, then it is not impossible to take this step.

That Han Lao didn't put on any arrogant posture, in fact, he lived to this age, and he was a person who had experienced the officialdom of deceit, and what would make them stand up, one by one smiling and greeting the guests in the hall, occasionally meeting a few people who were involved, and he would also greet a few words, and after a while, Ye Xi, a traverser, saw the cultivation style of the great Confucianism of the world.

After the greetings were over, he interacted with Su Niannian for a few more words, mainly after appreciating the latter's piano skills, this Han Lao did not sell anything more, smiled and stepped forward, and read the poems and papers sent by the handymen in the building one by one.

There was a soft noise, but seeing that this Han Lao sometimes raised his eyebrows, sometimes his eyes were slightly bright, and he made a sound, and occasionally took out the paper and put it aside...... But for the most part, his expression didn't show much waves. This is also something that can be thought of, with his intellectual status, it is rare to find works that can still make his eyes shine today.

Logically speaking, the atmosphere of this process should be tense and solemn, but in reality this atmosphere is not brewing at all. Because Han Lao's flipping speed is a bit fast, he turned over most of it in just a few minutes, and even some of the works were skipped without mentioning the paper just after they started.

This kind of action seems to be a bit perfunctory, but no one in the lobby questioned it, on the contrary, it was all taken for granted.

Obviously, most of the people present are completely convinced and sure of this Han Lao's ability to appreciate him. As for the very small number of people, such as some wealthy businessmen, even if they are a little disapproving, no one will be stupid enough to show it.

It was in such an atmosphere that Han Lao quickly flipped through the thick stack of papers on the case, and at this time, he took out only a few sheets and put them in his hand, and after a little consideration, he took out a few more from the thick stack and put them in his hand.

It couldn't be more obvious, these few sheets taken out alone were the promotion places decided by Han Lao, and the remaining papers were taken up by their own handymen. There are also fourteen promotion places, but it is determined by Fengyi Lou, and as for the judging criteria, of course, it is according to the amount of rewards. This is not easy to say that it is a dark box operation, after all, people in Qinglou are going to make money for their activities, which is understandable.

Let's not care about how nervous Fengyi Lou is backstage, just say that on the stage, Han Lao is holding the pages of poems and making comments one by one, that is, briefly describing the reasons for the choice.

At this time, it is also the most nervous time in a certain room upstairs, you must know that they have not rewarded a single copper coin.

"The third one, isn't it our one? What about this one? Isn't it......?" Pan Fat Man was particularly nervous, his hands snapped the window lattice, and his upper body, which was quite large, almost completely poked out of the window, Ye Xi and both of them were squeezed behind by him, staring at the few papers in Han Lao's hand below, as if he was performing a special function, stealing beams and changing pillars or something.

"This is the fifth, the second, lotus...... By the way, Brother Ye, what did you write? Is it a lotus?"

Ye Xi shook his head speechlessly, you don't even know what I wrote, what else are you looking at......

"Plum blossoms, mountain garden Xiaomei, Brother Ye wrote plum blossom poems. Qin Hanbing's expression was calm, and he didn't see anything abnormal, maybe only those Qinglou women who came close from behind could see from the clasped hands behind him that his mood at the moment was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"This poem, which is the champion poem of the first round of this event, is quite extraordinary, and the subtlety of it seems to be very appreciated. Han Lao raised the paper in his hand, and under the burning gaze of the upstairs and downstairs, he said with a smile, "Huang Ju scatters fragrant bushes, and the clear spring condenses the snow...... Yellow chrysanthemum scatters fragrance, clear spring and snow. How beautiful the scenery is in this sentence, and the artistic conception is also noble ......"

"It's over!" Then Han Lao didn't hear what he said, only heard Pan Fatzi suddenly wail, patted the window edge, gritted his teeth, "How can it be a chrysanthemum......!

Qin Hanbing also sighed with regret, his hands tightened at first, then let go, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Ye Xi beside him. The latter was frowning at this time, as if he didn't expect that he would be so easily defeated, a little surprised, and a little unwilling.

patted his shoulder, "Brother Ye doesn't have to mind, there is no unified standard for things like poetry, maybe it's not that you don't write well, but maybe it doesn't fit the taste of this old Han." ”

"Yes, Brother Ye. Pan Fatzi, who reacted, also joined in and comforted, "Poetry is just a small way, and if you lose, you will be defeated, so it doesn't matter." ”

Ye Xi smiled, nodded, and thanked the two for comforting, but then he was still slightly stunned, and looked a little absent-minded.

Compared with the bleak atmosphere here, the Tianzi No. 1 room next door is much more lively.

"Haha, congratulations to Mr. Xiao, who won the top prize in one fell swoop!"

"As soon as Old Master Xiao made a move, he really caught it, admire and admire!"

"Listen, Mrs. Han admires it quite a lot. It's so easy, it's really a knife to kill chickens, haha......"

The room here is more spacious, about more than ten people sit around a round table, and the table is full of wine and food, which is quite luxurious and rich. There were also more than a dozen women dressed in light gauze and colorful clothes at the table, who stepped forward from time to time to add wine, looking respectful and not daring to slack off, obviously the identity of these people was different.

At this time, who was being complimented by everyone, was a thin old man in a green robe, with a reserved smile on his slightly drunken face, thinking of something, he turned his head to a handsome young man sitting at the top and said, "Fortunately, I have lived up to the trust, and I finally missed the big thing of Young Master Yan." ”

The handsome young man, that is, Yan Shao, who Pan Fatzi had just seen, got up with a smile and raised the wine glass in his hand in greeting: "Xiao Lao, don't be humble, I am at ease with your old man." Come, I'll toast you. ”

"How dare you ......" The old man in the green robe hurriedly got up when he saw this, and he was sincerely afraid, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was unconsciously overflowing, revealing the master's smug mood at this time. But at this moment, a suspicious voice suddenly came from the window on the side,

"Hey, why did Han Lao take out another piece of paper? Isn't it just six places?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they got up and looked, and sure enough, they saw Han Lao on the middle platform of the stairs below, holding up a page of paper again, facing everyone, and his slightly old voice was clear in their ears.

"Ahem, everyone, there are a total of six promotion places in the hands of the old decay in this first round of competition, and all of them have been announced. It stands to reason that my task is over at this point, but I would like to ask you to listen to one more poem, more precisely, this is a half-lost poem, but this half-que is already perfect in the eyes of the old man. Well, please also ask Fengyilou to sell the old decay to save face, and give another promotion quota, otherwise the old decay is afraid of being uneasy. ”

Wow -

............ (To be continued.) )