Without delay, Elder Confucianism announced the beginning of the poetry test as soon as possible. He had already understood the requirements of the three levels this time in advance.

Hearing this, Young Master Cui stood up confidently, his eyebrows full of pride.

"Yan'er, my poem is absolutely satisfactory to you, so just admit defeat obediently!"

It's just a premise, and it's going to get into the groove quickly.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. ”

There was no room for thinking, let alone emotions brewing, and he said it in one breath, and he was proud.

"How? This psalm will be better than you! ”

"Confucian, my poems are incomparable, and they are more in line with the current poetic style, I will definitely pass the first level, please decide."

After Young Master Cui finished reading, he said to Elder Confucian, as if he had won.

It is true that everyone looked at each other when they heard this poem, but some of the learned people fell into deep thought, and they nodded their heads one after another.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

The county guard slapped the desk, got up and drank suddenly, the county shrank back, revealing a helpless look, in fact, this poem is very good, no one can refute it.

And he also cleverly said that he, as a sad person, was hurt by Yan'er's betrayal, and naturally put himself on the side of being pitied.

"Juncheng, how is it? My son's poetry is amazing! The county guard patted Jun Cheng's shoulder, laughed, and then turned his head to the old man and arched his hand, "Old Ru, this poem is wonderful, Yan'er will never make a more wonderful poem than this, please announce that my son has passed the first level." ”

Old Confucian nodded, he also thought that this poem was very wonderful, and it was definitely rare in the previous years, so he looked at Yan'er, as if asking if she was better, if not, he could only let Young Master Cui clear the customs.

But she was met with Yan'er's unconvinced gaze, and she got up and said angrily: "Although this poem is wonderful, it is not written by him, it is not counted." ”

Hearing this, Old Confucian's face turned pale, turned his head to look at Young Master Cui, and asked, "Is Yan'er's words serious?" ”

Young Master Cui was stunned and wanted to argue, but as if he was in the wrong, he couldn't say a word.

"He didn't say anything to admit it, in fact, this poem is from Xuanmo's poetry selection, it was written by Mr. Xuanmo, and he plagiarized it." Yan'er continued, pointing at Young Master Cui, "Did you say yes or no?" ”

"This" Young Master Cui's eyes dodged, but the next moment he responded solemnly, "So what?" Don't forget that you don't have a rule that you have to do it yourself, what you set is to pass the first level with poetry, didn't I use poetry to clear the level? ”

Yan'er was stunned when she heard this, indeed, she did not set other restrictions on these three levels, not to mention that the poems must be written by herself, there are no regulations, so Young Master Cui can also clear the customs if he plagiarizes other people's poems.

"Haha! Nothing more to say! Seeing Yan'er's expression, Young Master Cui was full of joy, "Elder Ru, I hope to announce it soon, I have passed the first level." ”

The old man shook his head, if he didn't stipulate it in advance, he couldn't reach the trick, this pass should have been passed, and he was about to announce it, but he was greeted by Yan'er's rebuttal: "No, you haven't passed it yet, this pass is for you to pass my test, if the poems I write are worse than yours, you still can't pass it." ”

Everyone listened to it, but some people laughed out loud.

This poem is written by Mr. Xuan Mo, so who can do it like this? Even if Yan'er is a talented woman in the East China Sea, it is the same.

The county guard was furious when he heard this, and stood up again with a slap on the desk, pointed at the county and said, "You have gone back on your word, do you know the consequences?" This is an invisible threat, which immediately made the county shrink.

Hurriedly echoed: "It's extreme, I don't know what the county guard thinks?" ”

The county guard smiled triumphantly and said: "As Yan'er said, the poems she writes must be better than those written by my son, otherwise it will be defeated, and my son will clear the customs." ”

There is another meaning in this statement, even if it is a tie, Young Master Cui wins, which is unfair, but Jun Cheng dared to refute, so he had to show his daughter with his eyes.

Yan'er secretly glanced at her father, but she also blamed herself for not saying it properly enough, and regretted it for a while.

Even if she is a talented woman, she is not sure of the poem of Young Master Cui of victory, but in fact, that poem is written by Mr. Xuanmo, how can she win? The praying mantis is just blocking the arm.

Unless Xuan Mo himself came, no one could compare.

"Yan'er, you still admit defeat, let me clear the customs! Although you have talent, how can you get up to Xuanmo everyone, don't waste time. Young Master Cui teased, as if he had already settled on Yan'er.

Yan'er's brows furrowed, as Young Master Cui said, if according to his poetry, it is impossible to win, even if the gods are possessed.

There are still a lot of poems in Xuanmo's poetry selection, if you read out a poem, I'm afraid it's also equal, it's difficult to win, what should I do? She didn't want to die before she could get out of school.

Just when he was at a loss, his heart suddenly moved, and the scene of last night came to mind.

The wine, the man, the heartfelt feelings, seemed to take root in her mind.

She couldn't help but pick up the wine that had been prepared on the desk and drank it all, 'the wine is even more sorrowful', at the moment she is worried, such a generation into the scene, immediately has a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

But it wasn't enough, the second lord was down, and she was too strong to drink and forcibly poured into the second lord, her face flushed, the person was detached, and even her movements became bizarre.

"Yan'er, what are you doing? If you lose, you will lose, and you must not lose etiquette. Seeing that he was in a hurry, Jun Cheng hurriedly persuaded him.

Others didn't have such a tone, especially among the people brought by Young Master Cui, there were knowledgeable people, and they couldn't help but be sarcastic: "Idiot! ”

Yan'er didn't care about it, she blended into herself to her heart's content, and finally blurted out: "When will there be wine and songs, people laugh at me and I'm stupid, Mo Dao will eventually get drunk if you have wine, and you will be even more sad when you are drunk." ”

Yes!

When this poem came out, no one was shocked and smacked!

Especially in such a situation, drinking, gossiping, and not caring about everyone's evaluation, there is sorrow in the midst of sorrow.

What a fitting occasion it all has.

Judging from the artistic conception of the poem, it is almost the same as Young Master Cui's poem, but Young Master Cui's poem is just in response to the current situation, or it is forcibly added, which is suspected of being contrived, but Yan'er's is completely different, and she made it completely after entering the country.

And it seems that this poem has never been heard, yes, it is not heard.

"When will there be wine and songs, people laugh at me and I'm stupid, Mo Dao will eventually get drunk if you have wine, and you will be even more sad when you are drunk. Wonderful, especially 'wine into the sorrow of the intestines and more sorrowful', just in line with the old meaning, haha! My Dao Xuan Mo is everyone, and this woman is also extraordinary. ”

"Wonderful, I declare that this poem is better than the other poem, and Young Master Cui can't clear it."

Moved by this poem, the Confucian elder actually stood up and excitedly announced.

A group of people nodded, in fact, this poem also conquered them, it is definitely a masterpiece, of course, there are also those who are not convinced, naturally it is Young Master Cui, but the Confucian elders have announced it, can he still refute it?

Then he said angrily: "Hmph! What if you can't clear the level, there are still two levels, I will win, please start the second level! ”

(End of chapter)