"I don't know why, why I don't feel anything when I read these poems now. I can't get these talents to write another article, which is a bit bad. After all, this literary test is mainly to add color to the celebration, which is the icing on the cake. It's not a imperial examination, so you can't be too embarrassed after all. ”

Liang Qiuyue's heart was full of thoughts, she was not an ordinary woman, and she could see a lot of things.

I know that this project is purely for you to make a fortune, and there is no need to put pressure on everyone like the imperial examination.

If that's the case, it can be said to be self-defeating, and it is easy to make everyone unhappy.

But just when she decided to choose Tang Shaoying's article, she found that a scholar began to write in a hurry.

Anyway, I haven't made up my mind yet, so it's better to wait and see this work.

Tang Shaoying was originally fanning there, seeing that Liang Qiuyue was about to choose his own poems, but he suddenly looked at the person who was struggling to write, and suddenly felt a burst of anger in his heart, and turned his head suddenly, eager to kill him directly. But then he thought about it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head.

He was extremely confident in his talent and learning, and he did not take the imperial examination because he did not want to be an official in the first place.

I have debated with many great Confucians, and many people have admired him.

"Young master, do you want me to ......" one of his slaves asked in a low voice, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

"It's not necessary, how can I, Tang Shaoying, be the kind of person who can't tolerate people?" Tang Shaoying shook his head with a smile, looking like he was holding the chance to win, "Anyway, this sandalwood hasn't burned to the end, we have to give people more opportunities." Don't act rashly for the time being, today this son is here to play, not to fight, don't defeat my Yaxing. ”

"Yes." A few of the slaves still stood firmly behind him, unmoving, without saying a word.

Just when the sandalwood was about to burn, Ye Ping hurriedly handed over the written paper and nodded with a smile.

The Hao Nu who was full of flowers didn't say much, after all, everyone who came was a benefactor, so there was no need to be very stiff.

Liang Qiuyue actually didn't have much hope for this poem, and most likely chose Tang Shaoying. I just want to take this time to do some psychological construction and strengthen my thoughts. But the moment she took Ye Ping's poem, her eyes seemed to bloom, and a pair of slender jade hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Good poetry...... Good poems can really be described as words and words, and splendid articles are nothing more than that. ”

Liang Qiuyue murmured softly, and there was great joy in her eyes. This kind of joy is not as simple as encountering something good, but as if the body and mind have fallen into Elysium, a feeling of being bathed in happiness all over the body.

From between the lines, she seemed to find a resonance through time and space, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Well?

The people present were all talented people, and naturally they could see a lot of things from the changes in Liang Qiuyue's expression.

Especially when she was so excited, she was even more uncalm, and looked at Ye Ping's face one by one.

Tang Shaoying was even more so, his eyes were actually full of sword energy, and it seemed that he was about to break through the air and kill Ye Ping in the next second.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where is the spring river without moonlight...... Who first saw the moon on the riverside, when did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year, life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year...... Good poetry, really a peerless good poem! I, Liang Qiuyue, have never seen such amazing poems, and today is an eye-opener. ”

Liang Qiuyue couldn't help but read a few of the sentences, and her eyes bloomed with dazzling brilliance.

The people present were all knowledgeable people, and when they heard these words, they were stunned on the spot, and they couldn't help but start to reminisce.

"What a bright moon on the sea, it is really a quatrain for the ages! Those who can write this sentence are not ordinary! ”

"That's right, I've never seen such a poem before, it's really talented, it's heartbreaking!"

"Good poetry, really good poetry! Dare to ask this brother, do you want to take the Jinshi exam? ”

As the so-called stone stirs up a thousand waves, as soon as Ye Ping's poem came out, the people present were shocked beyond measure.

Although there has been a tradition since ancient times, it also depends on who you compare with and what article you compare with.

When encountering such a poem, I am afraid that no matter how talented a person is, he will inevitably bow down and admit that he can't do it.

To be able to achieve such an effect, Ye Ping actually knew very well in his heart that it was natural. This "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is not a simple poem, but has the reputation of "a lonely poem to suppress the whole Tang Dynasty". With this poem, it is not a simple achievement, of course, it is the pinnacle of the poetry culture of the ancients.

In fact, thinking of this poem was purely accidental, because Ye Ping couldn't think of a particularly suitable one for a while.

After all, he is not a machine, there are only a few Tang poems that he has learned to memorize, and there is only this shocking quatrain left.

"The moon and the moon on the sea are born together...... This poem is really magnificent, could it be that General Ye is here in person? Yes, yes, apart from General Ye Ping, I really can't think of anyone who can write such a poem. I was able to see the poems of the great general Wang again, and I don't know if it was luck or what...... Why didn't he write such a quatrain on that day......"

Reading this poem, Su Muyan, who was sitting in the back, was suddenly shocked, and immediately couldn't sit still.

The first thing she thought of was that I was afraid that Ye Ping was here, and only he could write such an article.

But when she couldn't wait to open the curtain quietly, she found that that person was not Ye Ping.

Suddenly I had mixed feelings in my heart, and there was actually a trace of loss.

Well? Ye Ping was also at this time when he found out that Su Muyan was actually in the background, and immediately smiled bitterly. It seems that he can't reveal his identity anymore, and if he lets this person from the White Lotus Sect know, it won't be his plan.

"Dare to ask this son, who is his surname? Please be a concubine! ”

Liang Qiuyue said, actually stood up like this, and bowed to Ye Pingyao not far away.

Seeing that Qiu Yue actually expressed such respect to others, the scene suddenly exploded again.

Ordinary people can say that after all, Ye Ping wrote such a poem, and they are convinced.

But that Tang Shaoying couldn't help it, his eyes looked over directly, full of deep killing intent, he really wanted to kill.