Everyone was still thinking about it, and they saw Yang Zhi slowly walking down from the seat of the independent examiner.

When King Ning saw it, his expression was not obvious, and he ordered someone to set up a chair at the front of the talent seat.

Yang Zhi is not polite at all, isn't he just a C position? I can afford to sit down!

Zhao Zheng, Yang An, Qin Zhan, Wan Yanqing and others in the rear all frowned.

If you want to participate, why don't you just sit down early and run down from above?

If Yang Zhi knew what these people thought, he would definitely say it loudly, pretending to be forced!

Whether he pulls the wind or not, whether he is handsome or not, Yang Zhi's eyes are thrown at Tang Changyun, Wu Qianqian, and Feng Jingwen.

The corners of Tang Changyun's mouth showed a faint smile, while Wu Qianqian and Feng Jingwen had slightly red cheeks.

King Ning elaborated on some more rules, then waved his hand and announced the start.

Everyone has a number number on their seat, and Yang Zhi is the first.

Fortunately, there is a special planting method in this stacked wind platform, and the flowers are in full bloom, and spring, summer, autumn and winter are basically converging in one place.

"The garden is full of spring and can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."

Yang Zhi was unhurried.

All the royal scholars nodded, the best, the best!

"The short peach blossoms are on the waterfront, and the catkins are lightly dotted with clothes."

The one who exported was Wan Yanqing, who had some strength, which was slightly inferior to Yang Zhi's just now.

"A good spring can't be hidden, and the pink wall dews the apricot blossoms."

King An, decent.

"The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is open to both sides of the face."

"The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose falls on the dawn branch."

The former was written by Zhao Zheng, and the latter was Qin Zhan.

The poems of the two have their own charm, which can be regarded as excellent.

Yang Zhi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if he didn't have the wisdom of his ancestors, he might not be able to resist the talents of these two people.

As for the others, they are much inferior to the ones in front of them.

In the end, the first round has passed, and the person with one palm has been eliminated.

In the second round, there will be more people eliminated, and the difficulty will rise.

Yang Zhi thought for a moment, "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone." ”

Simple and refined.

"Pity the old garden chrysanthemum, and the battlefield should be opened."

"The spring days in Luofu Mountain are long, and the wind blows the orchids and fills the face."

"The fragrance of dew quenches the thirst of osmanthus flowers, and the weather is cold in August."

……

Soon, the second round passed, and only half of the people on the field remained.

"There is no season in the month of Ken Sui, and the plum blossoms should be blamed for the similarities and differences."

Yang Zhi spoke calmly, and when he got here, he was already a little embarrassed, and there were not many flowers in the field.

"Looking for spring in the begonia courtyard, the sun is scorching and the courtyard is full of fragrance."

It's not too brilliant, Wan Yanqing is now the limit, compared to learning, he is slightly inferior.

"The azalea cries on the azalea, and it seems to have an opportunity to return to its own heart."

"Camellia flowers compete for fragrant flowers, and emerald wax is glorious."

"Caihao once sang daffodils, but unfortunately the national fragrance doesn't care."

Zhao Zheng and Qin Zhan still have the strength to spare, what everyone didn't expect was that King An could actually pass the test, but they didn't know how long they could last.

Unfortunately, I have a disability.

Next, two more rounds were gone, and only Yang Zhi, Zhao Zheng, Qin Zhan, and Shang Chen of the Western Zhou Dynasty were left on the field.

Wan Yanqing was defeated in the last round, and King An also stopped there.

Yang Zhi had intentionally observed Sima Jun before, but this bastard was gone in the second round, and he blinded Yang Zhi's heart that wanted to beat him at the end.

Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth secretly, there are so many demons, even he can't deal with it.

Qin Zhan's face was expressionless, and he couldn't see the depth.

Shang Chen, like Zhao Zheng, was a little uneasy.

"Jin Yingcui's calyx is cold in spring, and there are a few yellow flowers."

Yang Zhi was relaxed.

"Plantains don't show clove knots, and they are worried about the spring breeze."

Zhao Zheng was a little tired.

"One day, the moon and the stars are surging, and the wind blows jasmine all over the hall."

Qin Zhan looked relaxed.

When he arrived at Shang Chen, he thought about it for a while, but it was really difficult and defeated.

Now, there are only three people left on the field.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yang Zhi and Qin Zhan are in the best condition.

Sure enough, in the next round, Zhao Zheng lost.

Qin Zhan and Yang Zhi, these two people are quick in thinking, whenever the two of them chant poetry, the great Confucian sect nodded in agreement.

To say exquisite, Yang Zhi's is even better.

The result is actually a bit confusing.

Yang Zhi was not in a hurry, he didn't expect that the Qin family really had a real talent, he thought it was all based on relationships.

"Crape myrtle flowers with winding paths, and vines are skillfully covered for several years."

Qin Zhan followed quickly, "Er Cong Xiang Lily, a pink Changchun." ”

"What is the matter with the gardener, the gardenia blooms and shoots."

"The eyebrows will be daylily colored, and the red dress will kill the pomegranate flower."

……

The two of you come and go, and in an instant, there are more than a dozen lines of poetry.

The Great Confucian Sect is deeper than ordinary people, and it has been heard at this moment, although Qin Zhan can export chapters, but the artistic conception and charm of the poems are far from Yang Zhi.

Qin Jingren and King Ning on the high platform could naturally hear this difference.

Qin Jingren sat on the stage without much expression.

Of the three great Confucians, two of them looked at him frequently.

How do you evaluate this? Although you have received money, you can't comment indiscriminately in front of so many people!

It's not that they said that they thought that Qin Zhan was such a good seedling, and no one could be his opponent.

Who knew that Marquis Zhongyong was so perverted, why hadn't he heard of this person before?

They were having a headache when they heard Yang Zhi's voice fall.

"The peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the pond is pure and affectionate. Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom. ”

Everyone present was silent, good poetry, really good poetry.

Three kinds of flowers are interspersed in the poem, and everyone present seems to see the grand scene of peonies blooming all over the capital.

Rao hated Yang Zhi to the core, and Qin Jingren, who had to admit that Yang Zhi's talent was much higher than that of Qin Zhan.

Not only Qin Jingren, everyone present was impressed by Yang Zhi.

Qin Zhan was also shocked by this eternal quatrain, and never spoke again.

In the first game, in such a fight, it fell under the curtain.

The result was obvious, and King Ning looked at Yang Zhi with obvious appreciation.

"In the first game, Yang Zhi, the loyal and brave marquis, should be the leader!"

It doesn't even take a few great Confucians to judge, the result is so clear.

No one was unconvinced.

Yang Zhi smiled, he still borrowed the light of his predecessors, he looked at Tang Changyun on the high platform, and smiled slightly.

Then, everyone saw that the young and merry Marquis of Zhongyong broke off a peony from the flowers, and walked step by step to the county lord of Changyun on the high platform.

His steps were lazy and methodical.

Tang Changyun gathered his expression, and saw the delicate peony in front of him.

Yang Zhi smiled lightly, "Lord Changyun, flowers and beauties have always complemented each other. ”

After these words, everyone saw that the county lord of Changyun smiled lightly.

Vermilion lips and bright teeth, people are more delicate than flowers.

This is the real national color!