In the area where the Drunkard Poetry Society is located, Vice President Wang Rui slowly walked to the side of President Yang Lin, looked at Feng Hanzhang not far away, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, did you really give the poetry collection to the person surnamed Feng?" ”

"Why don't you give it?" Yang Lin said meaningfully.

"This is Yangzhou, the painting boat poetry club is the poetry of Yangzhou people, if a Jiangning person steps on us to become famous, it will be a shame for hundreds of students in Yangzhou!"

Yang Lin repeated the words sent to him by Feng Hanzhang, and then sneered: "Listen, the Canglang Poetry Society seems to have become the representative of Yangzhou scholars!" ”

"Hmph, this Feng Hanzhang really takes himself seriously, a Canglang Poetry Society, and he can't represent our Yangzhou scholars!"

Wang Rui laughed, and then looked at Yang Lin suspiciously: "Brother Yang, you won't be bluffed by Feng Hanzhang so easily, right?" That poetry collection is the hard work of dozens of people in our poetry club for a whole month! ”

"Yang is naturally not so naïve!"

Yang Lin paused, and said with a smile: "But Feng Hanzhang also said that as long as we help him this time, the Canglang Poetry Society will not participate in the poetry fighting of the Painting Boat Poetry Club for the whole year next year." ”

"Is that so?"

Wang Rui was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "Feng Hanzhang is in a hurry!" ”

"Can you not be in a hurry?"

Yang Lin laughed, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in his smile: "The two most talented poets in their poetry club have been defeated, who else can they rely on to deal with Wei Chen, they can't really let Wei Chen wear it to the end, then don't mix in Yangzhou Mansion in the future!" ”

……

The painting boat poetry club is held semi-annually, and the poetry clubs in Yangzhou City that are interested in participating in the poetry club generally start preparing a month in advance.

The titles of this painting boat poetry meeting are randomly given by the chief judge Zhao Luosheng, and it seems that the topics are ever-changing and there is no trace to be found.

Not really.

First of all, conventional poems are nothing more than a few categories, such as nostalgia, songs, resentments, side plugs, etc., as long as you prepare more in advance, you can always bet on a few lines.

Secondly, many of the people present are Zhao Luosheng's students, and they have been studying in the government school for a long time, so they can improve the success rate of the question according to Zhao Luosheng's personal experience and interests.

For example, Zhao Luosheng once served as an official in Lin'an, so topics such as Lin'an, Qiantang, and West Lake should be prepared more.

With the addition of regular questions and targeted questions, the success rate of the questions can reach close to one to two percent.

Everyone has their own type of poetry that they are good at, and they also have their own shortcomings, and the advantage of the poetry club is that it can gather talents in the society and create poems in large quantities in a short period of time, so as to form a collection of poems that are dedicated to dealing with poetry clubs.

In this way, the shortcomings of individuals are made up, and every member of the club is equivalent to condensing the wisdom of the entire poetry club.

This thin booklet is a magic weapon for the major poetry societies to compete for power in the painting boat poetry club, which has always been kept secret, only circulated within the poetry society, and it is difficult for others to see the true face.

Now, in order to maintain the reputation of the Canglang Poetry Society, Feng Hanzhang paid a lot of money and got the collection of poems with the title of the nine poetry societies, and let Qin Ming memorize them all.

With the strength of the Nine Great Student Poetry Society, the success rate of the bet will only be higher, and the level of poetry will also be much higher.

This is Feng Hanzhang's method of dealing with Wei Chen.

……

On the stage, Wei Chen ushered in his third opponent, the topic of this scene was Slender West Lake, and Wei Chen chanted his poems early.

And the people of the Canglang Poetry Society, who fought against Wei Chen, thought about half a pillar of incense for a long time before they made a poem in Zhao Luosheng's impatient urging.

The difference between the two poets was too far, and Zhao Luosheng almost didn't hesitate at all, and decided that Wei Chen would win another game.

Unexpectedly, the people of the Canglang Poetry Society shouted loudly, and they were not convinced, so they had to ask Zhao Luosheng to explain carefully.

Zhao Luosheng couldn't help frowning when he saw that this person was so ignorant, but he still patiently commented on the poems of the two.

This person stubbornly rubbed half a cup of tea, until he caught a glimpse of Feng Hanzhang's gesture in the audience, then he breathed a sigh of relief and went off the stage in ashes.

Wei Chen glanced at this person suspiciously, but he didn't think much about it, adjusted his state, and waited for his next opponent quietly.

The next person to come on the stage in the Canglang Poetry Society is Qin Ming.

Qin Ming was instructed by Feng Hanzhang before he came on the field, and he understood the heavy responsibility on his body, so he seemed a little restrained.

It stands to reason that he, a newcomer, should ask Zhao Luosheng to ask for a question, but he was stunned, and he seemed to have words in his mouth.

Instead, Wei Chen generously bowed his hand to Zhao Luosheng: "Please give the question to the old gentleman." ”

"Let's talk about nostalgia then." Zhao Luosheng waved his hand and said casually.

Qin Ming was overjoyed when he heard this, he had just memorized no less than five or six nostalgic poems, and now he was choosing the best to use them, so he recited in a deep voice without thinking:

"It's been three days since I entered the mountain, and Denton is really rewarded. The frost is slippery and difficult to trample, and the sun cliff is shaking. Leaking deep bamboo light, cold green leads to loneliness. The dark search extinguishes the public hearing, and the hundred springs sound at the same time. The valley is secluded, and it is refreshing. The small pavilion overlooks the rivers and lakes, and the eyes are extremely reckless. Sitting on the deep incense and discharged from the hospital, the green mist fell on the pool. Forever cherish the white waiter, willing to get rid of the dust martingale. ”

Offstage, at the Drunkard Poetry Society, Wang Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard Qin Ming's poem, and then said to Yang Lin on the side with a smile: "Brother Yang, your luck is good, so many poems, you have been chosen!" ”

Yang Lin chuckled twice, his eyes were always staring at the stage, and there was a faint hint of expectation in his eyes.

What if Qin Ming won Wei Chen with this poem?

Yang Lin found it very interesting just thinking about it.

On the judges' seat, Zhao Luosheng listened to Qin Ming's recitation, and was a little careless at first, but as he listened, his face gradually became solemn.

The first eight sentences of Qin Ming's poem are very quiet and quiet, and then it is a turn of the pen, showing the feeling of being born out of the world.

"This poem is cleverly written!"

Zhao Luosheng exclaimed, sat up straight, and looked at Qin Ming with a little surprise.

Although this Qin Ming is a member of the Canglang Poetry Society, he is not a student in the house, but a student in the county, so Zhao Luosheng doesn't know much about him on weekdays.

Unexpectedly, this Qin Ming is not amazing, but the poetry is so good, for a while, Zhao Luosheng has a little love for talent.

Qin Ming won Zhao Luosheng's praise, only to feel that the victory was in his hands, he finally fulfilled his mission, and glanced at Feng Hanzhang in the audience excitedly.

Feng Hanzhang clenched his fists tightly and looked nervously at Wei Chen on the stage, Wei Chen's previous performance made him feel more than seasonal, and he didn't dare to win lightly.

When Wei Chen heard Qin Ming's poem, he was also secretly surprised, and he cheered up. Wei Chen didn't know that Feng Hanzhang was doing small actions behind his back, and he didn't know that the poem written by Qin Ming was actually not his own handwriting, but the best nostalgic poem among the nine poetry societies.

In fact, at this moment, the relationship between Wei Chen and Qin Ming is not a fair one-on-one at all, but a pair of tens, or even a pair of dozens!

Wei Chen's qi cultivation skills are excellent, and he was not confused by Qin Ming's mind because he chanted a good poem, so he calmed down at the moment, closed his eyes and began to reverie.

It didn't take long for the boy to open his eyes.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”