"In terms of writing poetry, Li Gang is inferior to me!"

Wei Chenghe's voice came out loud in the painting boat.

The poem written by Wei Chenghe just now was accidentally obtained when he traveled before.

I didn't expect it, but I just hit the topic this time.

That's why he spoke so loudly.

Of course, he was so high-profile because he also wanted to attract the attention of Master Li.

But Master Li didn't look at Wei Chenghe at all, still immersed in the poetry just now.

Thinking that he actually questioned Xu Hanliang, he was ashamed and ashamed.

Although I don't know if the poet Kui this time is Xu Hanliang, in her eyes, this is already a precedent for autumn poetry.

"Shikui, it's out."

Above the Red Mansion, a loud voice sounded again.

This made many talented people stand up one after another and look at the top of the Red Mansion.

Wei Chenghe couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart, wanting to hear the three words of Wei Chenghe, resounding above the West Lake.

"Shikui, Xu Hanliang, "Autumn"."

As the sound above the tall building sounded, the people above the boat were a little stupid.

There are a lot of talented people who know Xu Hanliang, but there are also a lot of people who don't know each other.

After asking each other and learning that Xu Hanliang was actually the person favored by the teacher and the girl, they were silent.

On the painting boat of Changshu Academy, a burst of cheers broke out.

You know, they Changshu Academy didn't know how long it was, and they hadn't heard the poetry of the poetry club and be associated with them.

Now that Xu Hanliang can win the championship, they are naturally very excited.

Xu Hanliang's face was as usual, as if nothing had happened.

After all, the copyist is indeed a little bad.

This poem is not very famous in this era.

But in fact, it came from the mouth of Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty, and it was unexpectedly obtained when Tang poems were collected in later generations.

In the middle of thousands of years, it can be regarded as lost in the torrent of the times.

Hearing the congratulations and discussions around him, Xu Hanliang just catered to him casually.

After the poem "Autumn" was recited, some talented people who shouted about the dark box operation closed their mouths.

"Poetry Society of the Ninth Academy, Topic 2, Zhi."

As the title of the second song came out, the crowd fell silent again.

After Wei Chenghe heard this question, his heart was lifted again.

Thinking of Xu Hanliang's limelight just now, he felt unhappy in his heart.

After drinking and eating, Xu Hanliang, after hearing this second question, immediately lifted the brush.

Seeing this, Master Li hurriedly began to study ink.

In his opinion, a talent like Xu Hanliang is unique even in Bianliang.

In addition, she also has a good impression of some of Xu Hanliang's behaviors.

She understands her identity, and although she is called an Oiran, she is just a plaything.

But the only good thing is that you can choose who you want to be, at least for now.

Just when she sat next to Xu Hanliang, she was ready to be rubbed with oil.

But who knew that Xu Hanliang was extremely respectful, and he didn't do anything, who could refuse a Yanagi Hui?

"The scholar is determined to go out of the countryside, and he vows not to return if he can't learn to become famous."

The two sentences were written down first, and Master Li secretly studied them on the side.

However, these first two sentences really made Master Li a little disappointed.

There is no heroic spirit in the first poem at all, and it seems that you can see a scholar who yearns for fame and fame and enters Beijing to take the exam.

For the readers of this era, this is the only way to change the trajectory of life.

After writing one sentence, Xu Hanliang licked the pen with ink and continued to write the following two sentences.

"Why bury bones, why do you need mulberry ground, where is life not green mountains."

After this sentence was written, the original literati atmosphere was swept away.

Instead, there was an ambitious general, who would rather be shrouded in horse leather than make a contribution on the battlefield.

The whole poem is still full of pride, but Master Li still seems to be more inclined to the first poem.

In the Great Song Dynasty, which emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts, this kind of poetry naturally could not win the favor of Oiran like Master Li.

In Master Li's opinion, the best lyricist throughout the ages is Liu Sanchang, and even Dongpo laymen are much inferior.

However, Xu Hanliang raised the manuscript paper in his hand and waved it twice.

The maid on the side was slightly stunned, and hurriedly walked to Xu Hanliang's side.

"It's written."

Xu Hanliang said softly.

The maid was slightly stunned when she heard this, she didn't expect Xu Hanliang to be so fast.

"Childe, it's so fast."

Master Li on the side couldn't help but exclaim.

Xu Hanliang held the hand of rice paper, and couldn't help but pause slightly.

Turning his head, he looked at Master Li: "Miss, you may be able to put it another way, the thoughts are springing, and the pen is like a god." ”

Hearing Xu Hanliang's words, Master Li was a little puzzled, and he didn't know if he had said the wrong thing.

Soon, the poems in the hands of the maidservants were presented to the table of the mountain chiefs.

"It's Xu Hanliang again, who is he?"

Looking at this familiar name, the mountain chief of Tianyi Academy was a little surprised.

Before the words fell, Su Yanming's voice had already sounded: "It's just a junior, it's not worth mentioning, when I was in the academy, I just mentioned him a little, who knew that he would be enlightened." ”

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand with a helpless expression.

When the surrounding mountain chiefs heard this, their expressions began to twitch.

"If not, you will introduce this kid to me?"

A mountain chief next to him asked.

"This." Su Yanming was slightly stunned, and then waved his hand: "This kid, if you have to stay in our academy, you can't get rid of it." ”

"Really? I didn't believe it, so when the meeting was over, I would talk to the kid. ”

The mountain chief shook his head.

"You dare! I finally have a great talent in Changshu Academy, who robs me and who is desperate! ”

When Su Yanming heard this, he immediately couldn't hold back, and blew his beard and glared angrily.

"This poem is still talented."

After the mountain chief of Tianyi Academy picked up the rice paper, he exclaimed.

But immediately changed the conversation: "But I don't like what this conveys, a good man's ambition should be to roll call outside the Donghua Gate." ”

Just this year, Taiwei Tong Guan sent an envoy to Daliao.

Seeing that the day of peace was coming, the lords and factions of the court and the central government were jubilant.

This also allows these academy chiefs to have their own plans.

I know that for some time to come, the Lord and the faction should have the absolute upper hand.

And the fighting spirit in this poem is too strong, which is really inconsistent with the current atmosphere.

As he spoke, the poem spread around.

And this poem is different from the first poem, some people like it, some people don't.

But in everyone's mouth, this is a good poem.

In the end, it was decided to send it upstairs first, and let the adults decide.

As he spoke, the rice paper had already been passed upstairs.

But not long after the transmission, a few excited shouts could be heard.

After these cheers stopped, you could hear the loud voices on the third floor.

"The second poem is Shikui, Xu Hanliang, "Xiangguan"!"

The old man's voice sounded, but everyone was dumbfounded.

Most of the students' poems have not yet been submitted, so why did this poem come out?

And it's the same person as the first poem!