"The poem is called 'Song of Lime.'" Seeing that everyone couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, Wen Jijie nodded with satisfaction, and then said.

Meng Lingxi muttered Su Yizhao's poems in his mouth, and suddenly his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't expect that he lost the poem he was most proud of in this competition.

"This work occupies the righteousness and is iron-clad. Bow down to the wind and admire it! ”

Meng Lingxi made a big salute to Su Yizhao, and his face was a little panicked at the moment.

He felt that it was an extremely despicable act to give Su Yizhao a post, and he was also ashamed of the calculation in his heart before.

"The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost!" Wen Jijie also sighed sincerely.

Unexpectedly, he saw such an atmospheric and noble character in a teenager today.

"What do you think, who loses and who wins in this competition?" Wen Jijie suddenly turned his head and asked.

A few people were silent, if it was just a comparison of poems, there was no doubt that Su Yizhao had won.

Meng Lingxi's poems are not bad, on the contrary, his poems can be described as excellent works.

It's just that Su Yizhao's poems occupy the righteousness, and for a while, it is shocking.

The moral of the two is much the same, but Su Yizhao's poems are truly stunning.

"I didn't expect that these two are equal!" Someone lamented.

They were very surprised that Su Yizhao had such a talent, and they thought about it in their hearts, and they deserved to be the top of Fengtian Academy.

"This? At present, I think Su Yizhao is slightly better. Some students retorted.

"But I think Meng Lingxi's poems are also rare and good. If I had to choose, it would be difficult to tell the winner for a while! ”

But in terms of momentum and meaning, it is obvious that Su Yizhao has won. In fact, there is a difference in the meaning of the two that they want to express, and they cannot be compared! "There are people who disagree.

"Actually, Meng Lingxi's poems are also very good, but ......" someone next to him already had a plan in his heart, so he swallowed and said.

"Not necessarily! Think about it, where did Su Yizhao get this thing in this courtyard? One of the scholars pointed to the courtyard and said.

"The poems of the two are truly stunning, and the talent of their youth is a shame for us. It's just that in this competition, I feel that Meng Lingxi narrowly won. ”

As soon as Lu Zhongbo's words came out, everyone was shocked.

"You can't lose a poem like this!" Someone immediately questioned.

"Poetry is a masterpiece, there is no doubt about it. But this question is off topic, don't you think? If it's the next exam, even if your essay is good, but you miss the topic, will it be given to you? ”

"But this isn't an exam!"

"You are heresy, you have to follow the rules in the competition! I see! I don't know who wrote this poem! In order to win Meng Lingxi, she brought out other people's masterpieces, and she didn't care whether it was right or not. ”

For a while, everyone was arguing, and there were not a few people who supported Su Yizhao.

Wen Jijie made a gesture to silence everyone, and then asked, "The old man thinks that there is no need to be in a hurry when it comes to winning or losing. After all, it is to learn from each other, win or lose second, and discuss progress with each other is the key. ”

"Seventh Prince Su! It's better for you to solve our puzzles! Wang Yong glanced at Su Yizhao appreciatively, and said very kindly.

The son of a big family, even if he is a concubine, is also leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade.

What's more, Su Yizhao is talented, and he will definitely take a career in the future.

He will sell his favor today and give him a chance, and he doesn't expect Su Yizhao to remember his goodness, anyway, he can't be evil, right?

But seeing Su Yizhao get up unhurriedly, he then said: "I know that you have doubts about the chosen thing, but you still ignore the object in the courtyard. ”

I saw Su Yizhao pacing towards the outside of the courtyard, and when everyone saw this, they automatically made way for him to pass.

Su Yizhao walked to the stone steps outside the pavilion and stood still, and everyone didn't know why, so they followed.

She walked down and stood on the stone-paved path outside the pavilion.

"Dare I ask you, what is this?" Su Yizhao asked, pointing to his feet.

When she asked, everyone couldn't help but stare at her feet, with a blank face.

"Nothing but stepping stones!" There is humanity.

"There are rocks under your feet!" Meng Lingxi suddenly spoke.

Su Yizhao nodded, "Not bad!" The stone was cut into a regular shape and laid out in the courtyard, but where did it come from? Do you know? ”

Everyone was a little strange, and they didn't know Su Yizhao's intentions.

Someone replied, "Origin? What can the origin of the stone? Isn't it the income from mining in the mountains? ”

Meng Lingxi suddenly realized, "What you are under your feet should be limestone, and this kind of stone is the stone that is burned into lime." ”

Su Yizhao nodded again, "Exactly!" Since this limestone is also in the courtyard, it is not off-topic. ”

After she finished speaking, she stood with her hands in her hands, and then said, "The world only praises the beauty of the world, but does not see the ugliness of the darkness." ”

"The warriors expanded their territory, guarded the border passes, and built strong walls for the people and the court with their flesh and blood. For example, General Li Yuanlong of the previous dynasty, who did not want to be captured, committed suicide on the spot and died for the country. ”

Su Yizhao's tone became impassioned at this moment, and everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

For a while, the courtyard was silent, and everyone was silent.

"The writer and politician were worried and thoughtful, and they did their best to pull out all kinds of water and fire for the people and the court, and ascended to the table. For example, in the 17th year of Emperor Qingfeng of the Wu Dynasty, Fu Liang, a scholar of Wenyi Pavilion, worked hard to persuade the king to be thrifty and love the people, but he was framed by traitors. Ning blood was splashed on the spot to prove his innocence. ”

"That's their quality! And what they really do is not personal integrity, but for the common people of the world and the people. ”

At this moment, the slender figure stood in the courtyard of the remnants of snow and white plums, looking extraordinarily tall, as if she was the only one in heaven and earth.

Su Yizhao looked around, his eyes were unprecedentedly resolute and clear.

"This is also the meaning of the poem!"

This sentence was obviously very weak, but it resounded throughout the courtyard, so sonorous and powerful.

Everyone listened to it and their hearts were boiling, and it was difficult to express the blood in their hearts.

"Good! What a great righteousness! Wen Jijie was the first to come back to his senses, his eyes full of appreciation.

"In front of the world and the common people, it is really superficial to talk about poetic attainments. Su Qigongzi is so young, it is rare to have such understanding. ”

Wen Jijie praised Su Yizhao at the moment, and such a character is a blessing for the family.

In the future, it is also a blessing for the country to enter the official career.

Lu Zhongbo glanced at Meng Lingxi, who was also excited, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Su Yizhao is really outstanding, these words occupy the great righteousness of the country, and his personal integrity is small, which is really extraordinary.

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