On the high platform, Zhao Luosheng sighed, frowned, looked at Feng Hanzhang and said: "Your poems are all clichés, and the fat powder is too heavy, and it is inferior in terms of concept." ”

Zhao Luosheng didn't save face for his students at all, and pointed out Feng Hanzhang's problem to the point.

In this game, it was obviously Wei Chen who won.

Feng Hanzhang stood in the middle of the field, his face slightly pale. He has always been arrogant, and before he went on the field, he had the intention of eliminating everyone in the Begonia Poetry Society by himself, but he didn't want to be on the verge of losing to Wei Chen, who was the last to appear.

However, he also had to admit that Zhao Luosheng's evaluation was indeed fair and fair.

Although he was unwilling, Feng Hanzhang was helpless, so he had to retreat in disgrace.

On the other side, seeing that Wei Chen defeated one of the other party's generals as soon as he came on the field, everyone in the Begonia Poetry Society was overjoyed and overjoyed.

Just now, they were almost out of breath by the people of the Canglang Poetry Society, and now, at least this momentum has been regained temporarily.

The next person to appear is Xiao Chong of the Canglang Poetry Society, who is the same as Feng Hanzhang, and is also a student of Fuxue.

Xiao Zhong walked into the arena and waved at Zhao Luosheng: "Please Mr. Zhao give me a question." ”

At this time, a gust of lake breeze happened to blow, cold and biting, Zhao Luosheng tightened his cloak and took another sip of hot tea, which made him feel much warmer.

He looked at the sparkling cold waves not far away, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "I'm old, I can't stand the cold, this autumn and winter season is really difficult for me, an old man, or a good spring!" In that case, let's take spring as the theme! ”

Xiao Zhong got the topic, he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately began to think about it, and after a long time, he said aloud: "The drizzle is wet neem flowers, and the south wind tree is ripe loquat." Xu Xing doesn't remember the depth of the mountain, and the warbler cries all the way home. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Xiao Chong's voice fell, and the members of the Canglang Poetry Society in the audience cheered up for Xiao Chongzhuang.

"Fluffy drizzle, slight south wind, just a few sentences, it outlines the spring in the south of the Yangtze River in March, smelling this poem, like appreciating a spring mountain map, wonderful, wonderful!"

Hearing the clamor of the Canglang Poetry Society, the Haitang Poetry Society was suddenly unhappy, Sheng Changfeng stood up not to be outdone, raised his voice and said: "Mr. Zhao didn't comment, what are you anxious about!" ”

"Okay, let's not say a word!"

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder gradually filled the gap between the two sides, Zhao Luosheng hurriedly spoke to stop it.

Then he looked at Xiao Chong, his eyes were soft: "The old man also thinks this poem is good, from the scenery to the people, the sound is colorful, full of wild interest." ”

Xiao Zhong is a steady and humble person, and the poems he wrote are also masterpieces, which are indeed worthy of Zhao Luosheng's appreciation.

Seeing this, Wei Chen's expression was also a little more solemn. After about half a cup of tea, Wei Chen finally chanted a poem:

The grass warbler flies in February,

The willows are drunk with spring smoke.

Children return early from school,

Busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.

After chanting, Wei Chen gave Zhao Luosheng a deep look: "The student is clumsy, and I hope that the old gentleman will give him advice." ”

Zhao Luosheng nodded, smiling rather than smiling.

The young man in front of him is full of talent, but he doesn't seem to be a member of Yangzhou Mansion, otherwise he can have a good life.

"A good grass warbler flies, as soon as these four words come out, the vitality of early spring will come to life, and the first two sentences alone have brought the scene of early spring to life."

Zhao Luosheng paused, and continued: "And these last two sentences, from things and people, affectionately wrote a scene of a group of children releasing paper kites, and it is even more incisive and charming rendering of the warmth and charm of early spring, which can't help but make people yearn for it!" ”

"Brother Tai, in this game, Xiao lost."

After listening to Zhao Luosheng's evaluation of Wei Chen's poems, Xiao Zhong already knew who Zhao Luosheng was inclined to, so he took the initiative to admit defeat to Wei Chen.

Xiao Zhong arched his hand to Wei Chen: "Brother Tai is a talent, Xiao is convinced, but he has a question in his heart, and he hopes to answer it." ”

Xiao Chongcai is much stronger than Feng Hanzhang, and he is also humble and gentle, Wei Chen has a good impression of him, and waved his hand at the moment and said, "But it's okay to ask." ”

Xiao Zhong asked: "Brother Tai is dressed as a student, obviously he has already entered school, but Xiao has never seen Brother Tai in Yangzhou, dare to ask Brother Tai, who is his surname, and where did he go to school?" ”

Hearing Xiao Zhong's question, Wei Chen couldn't help but raise his head and look around at everyone in the field.

At this time, the members of the major poetry societies pricked up their ears one after another, and even Zhao Luosheng on the high platform looked at Wei Chen with interest.

If you don't make a name for yourself now, when will you wait?

Wei Chen smiled, made a group gesture to everyone, and reported to his family: "In the lower Jiangning Weichen, the grass word Xingyun, I studied in Jiangning Mansion, and I have heard the name of Yangzhou Painting Boat Poetry Club for a long time, so I came to see one or two." ”

"It turns out that he is Wei Xingyun!"

"Jiangning Mansion's first small three yuan in fifty years!"

"He actually came to Yangzhou!"

"No wonder even talented people like Brother Feng and Brother Xiao are not his opponents!"

Hearing Weichen's name, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the name of Wei Chen were transmitted to Yangzhou as early as last year with his poems and articles.

Not to mention that Wei Chen later won the little three yuan, even if many people thought it was just luck, but this did not prevent Wei Chen's reputation from spreading throughout Jiangnan Province.

Hearing that his opponent was the famous prodigy Wei Chen, the members of the Canglang Poetry Society in the audience began to be a little unable to sit still.

Their president Feng Hanzhang was defeated by Wei Chen, and Xiao Chong, who is recognized as the first in the poetry club, is not Wei Chen's opponent, although there are still many members who can be sent out to fight, but the level is not even comparable to Feng and Xiao, and it is only humiliating for himself to play.

If you don't want to come up with a way to deal with it, the Canglang Poetry Society will inevitably be worn by Wei Chen to the end today, becoming a stepping stone for Wei Chen's fame, and its reputation in Yangzhou Mansion will be discredited since then.

This is absolutely unacceptable to the Canglang Poetry Society.

President Feng Hanzhang glanced at Wei Chen on the stage, summoned a member with a gloomy face, leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

Then, under the deliberate cover of several other people, the member quietly went to the area of the Drunken Poetry Society next to him, found Yang Lin, the president of the Drunkard Poetry Society, and whispered a few words.

Yang Lin struggled for a moment with a look on his face, and finally nodded and handed the person a thin booklet.

The man took the booklet in his arms and blended into the area of the Yangliu Poetry Society next to it.

After a round in the field, when he returned to the area of the Canglang Poetry Society, this person had more than ten more pamphlets in his arms.

Seeing this, Feng Hanzhang couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly found Qin Ming, the fastest member of the poetry club, and asked him to shorthand on the spot, how much he could remember.

Under the cover of a group of members, the small action of the Canglang Poetry Club did not attract the attention of the judges on the high platform.

At this time, Xiao Zhong had already withdrawn, Feng Hanzhang deliberately pretended to discuss for a while, and finally sent another person, not asking him to win, but only asking him to buy enough time for Qin Ming.

After Xiao Chong came back, he felt that the atmosphere in the club was weird, and when he saw what Qin Ming was carrying, he was immediately shocked, and hurriedly found Feng Hanzhang and persuaded bitterly: "Brother Feng, if you do this, even if you win, you will not win!" ”

"Brother Xiao, I know that you have always been clean and self-conscious, but this is a joint decision between me and the other presidents of the poetry club, so you'd better not interfere."

Feng Hanzhang's face was gloomy, and he turned his head to look at the high-spirited Wei Chen on the stage.

"This is Yangzhou, if a Jiangning person steps on a group of poetry societies in Yangzhou to become famous, it will be a shame for hundreds of students in Yangzhou."