Smell.

The students came back to their senses from their thoughts.

In an instant, among these students, some were annoyed, some were smiling, and some were bland, each showing their own demeanor.

However, no matter what their demeanor was, these students returned to their seats at this time, and picked up a pen and paper to write.

Zhao Yu's face was calm, and he also sat back in his seat.

Fang Ziyu next to him turned his head to look at Zhao Yu and asked with a smile:

"Brother Zhao, how is it?"

Zhao Yu didn't answer, but looked at Fang Ziyu, who was smiling, and said with a smile:

"Brother Fang is so confident, it seems that he is sure!"

"Where, where! Just a few random sentences! ”

Fang Ziyu shook his head humbly, but his sunny and cheerful face was full of smiles, and after finishing speaking, he was ready to continue to ask Zhao Yu about his poetry.

But at this moment, a student on the opposite side stood up with a paper in his hand, bowed to the front and said:

"The late life has been clumsy, please Professor Wang and Wang Lao axe!"

As soon as the voice came out, everyone here looked at the student.

Wang Chao stroked his beard and beckoned to the student with a smile:

"Now that the poem is out, let's present it quickly!"

"Yes!"

The student was overjoyed, and eagerly stepped out of the low table and stepped forward.

Seeing that someone had taken the lead, a group of students here suddenly couldn't sit still, and stood up with their papers:

"The clumsy work of the late student has also been prepared, please read it by Professor Wang and Elder Wang!"

"Those who are born late have ......"

The students did not wait for a response, and took the initiative to step out of the low table and hand over their poems.

"Hmmm! Ok, good, good! ”

Looking at the papers handed over, Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi nodded with a smile and reached out to take them one by one.

Then, the two looked at each other's poems, and discussed and commented from time to time.

Yue Donglai and Ran Luoyou also came over at this time, standing behind Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi, admiring the poems in their hands.

Looked at.

"Haha! Brother Zhao, the younger brother also passed first! ”

Seeing the excitement in front of him, Fang Ziyu couldn't help it, and stood up eagerly.

Zhao Yu smiled and nodded, watched Fang Ziyu step forward, and then picked up the pen on the table.

Suddenly, only Zhao Yu was still sitting in the seat.

No! One person didn't move!

Yan Beichen seemed to disdain to join in the excitement with everyone, and he was still sitting in his seat at this time, and his face was full of pride and confidence.

It wasn't until the previous poems were almost commented on that Yan Beichen snorted coldly at Zhao Yu, then stood up and stepped forward, and respectfully handed the paper in his hand to Wang Chao and the two:

"Professor Wang, Elder Wang! This is a poem just written by a student! ”

"Hmm...... Good! ”

Wang Chaoping raised his eyebrows, took Yan Beichen's poem with a smile, and looked at it directly.

And Wang Jingzhi, Yue Donglai and Ran Luoyou also immediately came over.

Yan Beichen is a well-known young talent in Hengzhou Prefecture, and he is also the most optimistic person they are here, and they are all looking forward to what kind of good poems he can make.

And so it is.

Just glanced at the poems on the paper, and the eyes of the people hired by the dynasty lit up, and Ran Luoyou couldn't help but read it out loud:

"The lotus flowers are dancing in the blue waves, and the fragrance strikes people into dreams. Listening to the croaking of frogs in the middle of the night, my thoughts are like water and my heart waves......"

The lingering aftermath of the unfinished mood lingered, and the beautiful eyes outside the veil of Ran Luo were brilliant again and again, and he looked at Yan Beichen in surprise and leaned over:

"Yan Gongzi is talented and talented, and he really lives up to his reputation, and the little woman admires it!"

"It's a 'listening to the frogs in the middle of the night, and thoughts are like water swinging heart waves', Yan Xuexue is really talented!"

At this time, Yue Donglai also slapped his hand and praised it.

And Wang Jingzhi also nodded again and again:

"Not bad, not bad! The whole poem shows the color of lotus flowers from the senses of sight, smell, hearing and heart, from the scene to the heart, it is a masterpiece! ”

"Hmmm! Although there are two 'wave' words in the rhyme, it is a slight fly in the ointment, but the flaws are not concealed, and it is rare to be able to make such a poem at such a time! ”

Wang Chaoping stroked his beard and nodded, and looked at Yan Beichen with a smile.

Being praised by several people like this, Yan Beichen was very excited, especially when he saw Ran Luoyou's dark turn for him and Wang Jingzhi's praise, he was even more ecstatic.

These two people, one is a beauty, and the other has an official body, and they are praised by them, Yan Beichen feels that there is a double harvest of beauty and career.

Satisfied, Yan Beichen hurriedly hired a few people to the dynasty and bowed down:

"A few elders have praised it, but the students are not Er'er!"

was humble, but Yan Beichen's face was full of smiles, and after straightening up, he looked at the students with a proud look.

Why do you say?

Because after Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi got the poems of these students, they just clicked on them, but praised Yan Beichen again and again, obviously Yan Beichen's poems surpassed them too much.

And these students also have talents to learn, whether the poems are good or not, they can naturally taste it, as soon as they hear Yan Beichen's poems, they know that they are not as good, and they are covered by Yan Beichen.

Suddenly, a group of students looked at Yan Beichen with complexity.

Of course, there are also students who know Yan Beichen and compliment him one after another:

"Brother Yan is worthy of being a famous young talent in Hengzhou Mansion, I admire him!"

"Not bad! Under this masterpiece, we are willing to bow down! ”

"The sword is given to the hero, the elegant thing is matched with the talent, today's eyebrow line is the only one, it is Brother Yan!"

Several students complimented and already decided that Yan Beichen was the first in this competition.

The other students, although they didn't speak, sighed and were unwilling.

Yan Beichen listened to the words of the students, and his face could no longer suppress the excitement, and they were all a little flushed.

Eyebrow lines! That's something that even Wang Jingzhi envies, but it's a mortal thing?

And the meaning of the above "group of geese soaring" is a great blessing for him, a student who is walking the science field, and now it is about to fall into his hands, how can Yan Beichen not be excited?

However, Yan Beichen's purpose today is not just to get this eyebrow wrinkle!

The light flashed in his eyes, Yan Beichen took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, turned around, and looked at a low table under the windowsill on the right.

Now Yan Beichen is all concerned, and when everyone saw him looking over there, they all followed suit.

And over there, it is also Zhao Yu's seat.

Seeing Zhao Yu, everyone realized that there was still a student who had not delivered the manuscript, and suddenly there was hesitation in their eyes.

And Zhao Yu didn't wait for others to urge, let alone pretentious, he just put down the pen at this time, stood up with the paper, and walked forward.

"Brother Zhao, can you do poetry well?"

Seeing Zhao Yu coming, Fang Ziyu and Li Xiang took two steps and asked with concern.

"Hmmm! Thank you two brothers for your concern! ”

Zhao Yu smiled and nodded, then crossed the two, and under the gaze of everyone, in Yan Beichen's sneer, he handed the paper in his hand and Wang Jingzhi with both hands:

"This is a clumsy work of late life, please take a look!"

"Hmm!"

Wang Chaoping smiled and nodded, he had some expectations for Zhao Yu, took the lead in taking the paper, and immediately looked at it.

However, just a glance, Wang Chaopin frowned.

"Huh?"

With a soft sigh, Wang Chaopin took the paper and leaned towards the windowsill next to him, taking advantage of the brighter light on the windowsill, as if he had presbyopia, he held the paper away from his eyes, and squinted his eyes to carefully study the words on the paper.

Wang Chaopin's sudden action made everyone here confused, and after everyone looked at Zhao Yu, they looked at Wang Chaopin suspiciously.

Wang Jingzhi was curious, leaned over, stretched out his head and leaned towards the paper in Wang Chaoping's hand:

"Elder Wang, what's wrong?"