Song Yi sat upright on the chair and watched Tang Yu's expression change meaningfully.

Tang Yu quickly regained his composure, and said with a smile, "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

However, under that smile, there was an imperceptible trace of fierceness, although it was fleeting, it was still noticed by Song Yi.

Song Yi didn't collide with his eyes, but instead looked at Liu Datong and motioned for him to leave.

Then, Yin Yang said to everyone in a strange way: "I don't know, can I be qualified to comment here?" ”

"The tone is stronger than poetry, comparable to the Tang and Song dynasties, I don't agree." There were still people muttering unconvinced.

But the audience echoed the minority, and most people chose to remain silent.

Seeing that there were still people with hard mouths, Song Yi was not used to it, looked at the few people in front of him, and muttered, "Okay, then I'll do another song, you set the genre." ”

Between the words, the sharp gaze swept across the audience, and the flickering eyes revealed a sharp light that saw everything, which made the hearts of several people in front of them tremble.

The man looked at Song Yi's gaze and said hesitantly, "That... That's a must... Quatrains. ”

Hearing this, Song Yi silently turned around and picked up a blank piece of rice paper from the stage.

Liu Datong also stepped forward silently and grinded for Song Yi.

After a while, Liu Datong retreated on his own, and Song Yi slowly lifted the pen and dipped it in ink.

Raise the pen and smear it a few times, and the posture is not exaggerated.

The handwriting is flowing and the pen is like a cloud of smoke.

Raise the pen, put the pen, and close the pen, it is done in one go.

Then, he raised his hand and handed over the manuscript of the poem.

For a long time, no one dared to step forward and take it.

Wait until Song Yi said coldly, "Don't you dare to take it?" ”

The old man Wang stepped forward and took the manuscript of the poem.

The old man Wang held the manuscript of the poem, walked to the center of the venue, cleared his throat, and read it aloud.

Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they have been ...... so far Today"

When the old man Wang read the second sentence, he looked like he had seen a ghost, and he didn't dare to read it anymore.

"So far, what is it today, read it quickly!"

The grumpy one shouted loudly.

But Master Wang still had a gloomy face and refused to read it.

But I don't know where a yellow-robed man jumped out, snatched the rice paper, and said loudly.

"Li Du's poems have been passed down by mouth, and they are no longer fresh."

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and they have led the way for hundreds of years."

The hall was silent, and the yellow-robed man also stayed in place.

……

"Good, good poetry, really fucking good poetry!"

For a long time, I don't know who started it, and the audience was cheering one after another.

Song Yi heard it, it was his eldest brother's voice, but he couldn't tell through it.

"What a 'talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.'" The man in the yellow robe also came to his senses and sighed excitedly.

Holding the poem with both hands, he said vigorously: "The immortal famous sentence, this poem should be the first in the Ming Dynasty poetry today." ”

Song Yi sat aside casually, and his stomach was still "growling" again.

He had no choice but to mumble, "Can I have some more food, I'm hungry." ”

Everyone hurriedly ordered, went to order food again, and in a hurry, they directly took the plates on their table and sent them over.

Song Yi didn't refuse, and ate with his head bored.

When I looked up again, I found that the eldest brother had already left.

Tang Yu and others are no longer there, and those "great poets" with poor acting skills also seem to have been taken away.

But Li Xiuming did not leave.

Song Yi didn't care, and ate and drank by himself.

The yellow-robed man just now also came over, handed back the manuscript of the poem, and sat next to Song Yi as if he was familiar.

While chatting and drinking, there were more and more people around him, and everyone unconsciously gathered around Song Yi.

The yellow-robed man didn't apologize until he had drunk and chatted happily with a few people around him: "I was a little excited just now, I was too offended, I was rude." ”

After that, he poured himself a cup, drank it all, and said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask what the name of this poem is." ”

This is what he is curious about, and it is also what all the literati present are curious about.

Song Yi took the wine jug, poured another glass, and drank it slowly, before shaking his head and saying, "Nameless." ”

"Nameless? Good name! Good poetry, Mr. for the contemporary madman also. The yellow-robed man said and took another drink.

Song Yi was stunned, slowly took the wine jug, poured a glass with him, drank it all, counted as a penalty of three glasses, and agreed with the yellow-robed man.

A few people at the same table were also happy, looking at the true temperament of the man in the yellow robe, and he intended to get acquainted, so he arched his hand and asked, "I didn't ask my brother Taigao's surname." ”

The man smiled lightly and said, "It's my honor to know a few, and I want to watch it in the Xiachi Prefecture Mansion." ”

Before Song Yi could think about it, the few Xiucai at the next table got up violently and said in a shocked voice: "Chizhou Mansion, that Xu Xianggong of Xiao Sanyuan!" ”

The people at the same table were also shocked, and hurriedly said: "I don't know if it's Xu Xianggong, how much neglect." ”

"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, now Song Gongzi is the protagonist, I can't compare to his literary brilliance." Xu Guan hurriedly waved his hand.

"Xu Guan, is it famous?" Song Yi muttered, not understanding.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard someone in his ear praise him again, "I have a lot of respect for my family teacher Huang Yan, and his talent can only be compared with Brother Song." ”

"Huang Yan, this name is a little familiar." Song Yi muttered to himself again.

Then he got up violently and came to the quintessence of the country.

Song Yi's memory of death suddenly revived, and he said that this name was so familiar.

Huang Guan, the word Lanbo, also the word Shangbin, from the surname Xu in the early years, is a native of Qingjiang Jindun, Guichi County, Chizhou Prefecture.

Studied under Huang Wei, a beginner in the late Yuan and Ming dynasties, studied diligently since childhood, Hongwu for 24 years, Huang Guan Zhong will be Yuan, and the palace test is still given to Huang Guan first; In the twenty-ninth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, the surname Huang was restored.

The most important point is that Huang Guan - the only "six champions" in the Ming Dynasty.

……

At the same time, Wang Yongnian, who had just returned home.

The mood is very happy, everything has been going well lately, and everything is going in a good direction.

He also likes the feeling of being in control.

"The Zhang family's guy who has not done enough and has more than enough failures. It would be nice if he could be like Song Yi, smart and sensible. ”

Wang Yongnian scolded again before lying back on the bed and muttering, "I don't want this bad guy." ”

Thinking in my heart, the paperwork, this should have been transmitted to Ying Tianfu.

Tomorrow, the name of "Ge Fengyang School Book" should be able to spread all over Ying Tianfu.

But those gentlemen are really ignorant, the Zhang family is abolished, and they are still so arrogant.

"It almost ruined my good deeds, if it weren't for my Wang Yongnian, a little trickery, and tomorrow's list, you still don't know how you died." Wang Yongnian said coldly.

If it weren't for the alertness in his eyes just now, he didn't know how much he would have to commit.

Although it still didn't go as planned, and things were prepared wrong, it didn't show any flaws.

"Tomorrow's release of the list will be the time when my king will be promoted forever."

With a beautiful vision for tomorrow, Wang Yongnian slowly fell asleep.