When Li Luodi was writing and pondering, people had already handed in the papers one after another, and they all looked at the expression with a hint of satisfaction, and they were determined to win.

"Brother Li, why haven't you put pen to paper yet?"

Wang Fatzi picked up the rice paper, blew the ink remaining on the paper, looked at his masterpiece, and was very satisfied.

Immediately showing off, he handed the poems he had written to Li Luodi, quite complacent, and said with a smile, "No, look at my masterpiece!" ”

Li Luodi didn't want to look at it, but he couldn't resist his curiosity, so he glanced at it and saw that it was written crookedly on the paper.

The title is Killing.

Everyone laughed at me for eating too much, drinking wine and eating meat to be a hero.

The wine and meat were thrown and overturned on the horse, and the enemy was killed and he did not go home.

Well, how do you say that? Li Luodi was silent, anyway, this song is definitely much better than the one person, one donkey, and one waterfall.

"What does Brother Li think?"

"Worthy of being the first ghost in ancient and modern times!" Brother Li Luodi was insincere, and gave a thumbs up and praised.

"I think so, too!" The fat man Wang blew the tips of the hair on his forehead very coquettishly, full of confidence, and handed it to the waiting guards with great satisfaction.

"This scholar, please put down the pen quickly, otherwise the time is almost up!" The guards behind Li Luodi saw that he hadn't finished writing yet, so they urged.

If you have it, copy it.... Write this one! Li Luodi's essence flashed, he worked hard to write, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the clouds flowed smoothly, all in one go.

After a while, Li Luodi put down his pen, picked up the rice paper, and looked at the poems that shocked the ancient and modern in his time, full of pride.

Seeing that his pen was so fast, Wang Fatzi thought about it, and came up curiously, and moved his eyes to the paper, only to see that the handwriting on it was like a dragon, writing.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

Damn, how can this poem be more awesome than his killing of enemies. Wang Fatzi was taken aback, could it be that Brother Li Luodi is a poet immortal?

"Bother this lord to hand it in!" Li Luodi is very satisfied, the poems of the ancients are used to pretend to be thirteen, which is comfortable.

"Wait!" Wang Fatzi suddenly interrupted, "Brother Li, why don't you give this poem an inscription?" ”

"Well, it's my own intention!" Li Luodi smiled mysteriously, this inscription must be used to pat the fart.

"Then you at least have to pay for it! Put your name on it, or the devil knows who wrote it! ”

"Yes!" Li Luodi waved his pen and inscribed the magic pen scholar below, Li Luodi.

"Scholar of the magic pen, this word is really hanging!" Wang Fat Man gave a thumbs up.

When a cup of tea arrived, it was customary for the Xixia envoys to show the poems first, because it was the topic they wanted.

Wu Yue'er, the little princess of Western Xia, chose three poems.

These three songs are indeed good, showing the luxury and grandeur of the banquet to the fullest, and at the same time praising the warm hospitality and strength of Daming Zhou.

These poems also made Emperor Xiao Wu and the ministers nod secretly, obviously very satisfied.

When presenting the poems of the Western Xia, Xiao Yao and a group of scholars of the Hanlin Academy were screening the poems of the bachelors of the Hanlin Academy and the scholars on this year's list.

"This year's champion Xia Qingfeng's poem is very much in line with the old man's wishes!" A scholar picked up a poem and laughed and passed it on to his colleagues.

"It's really good, this son is quite talented."

"This poem is also good, and it is rare to have a good work." Li Zhengqing, a scholar, picked up a poem and praised it.

"According to the old man, it is better to present these two songs, and ask the saint to decide." A university scholar smiled and proposed.

Hearing this, everyone said that they had no objections.

Because of these bachelors in the Hanlin Academy, their group of old guys know everything clearly, and they all know how many catties and taels, and the first in poetry is none other than Cheng Pu, a bachelor of waiting.

As for the group of scholars on this year's list, they mainly look at the top 80, and they are all interested in the bottom of the list.

Hearing this, Li Zhengqing frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, he was just about to agree, when he suddenly saw that Xiao Wangye had been rummaging through those scholarly poems.

"What are you looking for?" Li Zhengqing was a little curious and asked. When he asked, everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.

"Find a person's poetry!" Xiao Yao didn't raise his head, and buried his head in searching. He remembered that Li Luodi was ranked nineteenth, but just now he read the poem of nineteen, and the person who signed the money was not Li Luodi at all.

He knew that Li Luodi's talent was so good at pairs, and the poetry would not be so bad, so he continued to look for it.

"Who is it that makes the King of Pleasure so important?" A few people next to him were interested and helped to find it.

Of course, there are also those who disdain, thinking that the person Xiao Yao said is just a relation, and they want to show their faces in front of the saint.

Xiao Yao didn't care what others thought, when he turned to the penultimate poem, he looked at the familiar person who signed the poem, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid, how can he be so backward? Xiao Yao was a little puzzled.

Then he fixed his eyes on the poems, and after a quick glance, he was suddenly stunned, and suddenly he exhaled a short and spasmodic breath, and then he was overjoyed, and his eyebrows danced.

"Good, good, good poetry!"

Seeing this, Li Zhengqing and others were also aroused by their curiosity, and they gathered one after another, stared at the poems on the paper, and slowly read them out loud.

The glow-in-the-dark glass of grape wine is well described, and everyone nods.

If you want to drink the pipa, you will immediately urge it, and as soon as you think of this, it begins to reverse, telling that the soldiers have just poured the wine and are about to drink it, when a pipa sounds, urging them to set off immediately.

Judging from this poem, all the scholars can understand the urgency of the military situation, and although the soldiers want to drink, they only moderate it. Praise the soldiers for their strict military discipline and devotion to their duties.

Reading these two sentences, all the scholars were a little short of breath, and they couldn't wait to look down.

When I thought of the drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. Everyone instantly got goosebumps, looked at each other, and stayed in place like wood.

Li Zhengqing, who was the first to come back to his senses, took a deep breath, snatched the poems in Xiao Yao's hand, and trotted to Emperor Xiao Wudi.

The sudden snatching made Xiao Yao stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, and scolded Li Zhengqing's back that was slightly bent because of his fast running, "Old horseman, don't talk about martial arts, that's what this prince saw first." ”

In the center of the banquet, Princess Wuyue made a blessing, "The Son of Heaven has just shown the poetry of the lower kingdom, can you let me wait to see the wonderful words of the kingdom." ”

Hearing this, Emperor Xiao Wu nodded with a smile, but he didn't like Xiao Yao and Li Zhengqing in their hearts that their efficiency was too slow, so it was so difficult to choose a few poems?

As soon as he was about to speak, he saw that Li Zhengqing was out of breath, rushed over, bowed ninety degrees, and panted, "Holy forgiveness, this is a poem selected by the old man, Prince Xiao Yao, and several adults." ”

''Li Qing's family, so flustered, what kind of system. Emperor Xiao Wudi's face was expressionless, and there was no fluctuation in his tone.

But these short words let Li Zhengqing know that Emperor Xiao Wu was a little angry, and his heart suddenly burst out, suppressing the panic and joy in his heart, "Congratulations to the saint." ”

"Where does the joy come from?" Emperor Xiao Wu casually took the poems brought by Li Zhengqing from Li Lianying, and frowned when he saw that there was only one poem.

Pressing the dislike in his heart, Emperor Xiao Wu looked at the poems, and after a quick browsing, the dragon's body shook, and the hand holding the poems trembled unconsciously.

Good poem, this poem is really wonderful, praising the soldiers who are full of pride and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and serve the country.

Even if he was drunk on the battlefield, this expedition to serve the country, he had planned to shroud himself in horse leather and was not ready to come back.

This poem is bold and uninhibited, creating an artistic conception of blood and magnificence intertwined.

Emperor Xiao Wu is belligerent, and it can also be said that he is the emperor immediately, and when he saw such a poem, he felt that the blood that had been sealed for a long time boiled instantly.

Li Zhengqing quietly glanced at Emperor Xiao Wu, and saw that his face was constantly changing, and his hanging heart also fell.

After Emperor Xiao Wu reminisced for a while, in front of the civil and military officials, everyone stood up, showing the emperor's domineering spirit in his gestures, raising the poem in his hand, and said loudly, "This poem should be the first prize!" ”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes converged on Emperor Xiao Wudi's hands, and they exchanged heads and talked about each other.

"Brother Xia, it seems that you are the only one who has the top spot!" Sitting in the front row, three luxuriously dressed young men alongside the civil and military officials exchanged in a low voice.

The young man on the far right, dressed in a black brocade robe, smiled at the fresh and handsome man in the center, with a face like a crown of jade.

"Brother Huang, this statement is very much in line with me, Brother Xia is talented, rich in learning, and I can't wait for him in poetry." The other young man nodded in agreement.

These three people are the top three on this year's list, Xia Qingfeng, Huang Wei, and Ling Husi.

Hearing this, Xia Qingfeng returned the salute and said with a wry smile, "Two virtuous brothers, don't make fun of me." ”

"The top prize in this list is a fluke, all of the 328 scholars are talented, erudite and talented, and there are so many Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons."

"In addition, there are no unparalleled scholars in the Hanlin Academy, and there are so many pillars of talent, how can the virtuous brother be in the first place."

Xia Qingfeng said very sincerely, and his words were convincing.

Huang Wei and Ling Husi glanced at each other, and they both shook their heads helplessly, Brother Xia is good at everything, but he is too modest.

On the other side, the Hanlin Academy, Cheng Pu, the lecturer, was also surrounded by colleagues and congratulated one after another.

"It seems that the one who comes out on top must be Brother Cheng, when the banquet is over, you can't run away from the treat."

"Needless to say, Brother Cheng's poetry can be said to be the first in the Ming Dynasty."

"Poetry is right, I haven't seen Brother Cheng lose."

Cheng Pu saw that all his colleagues congratulated him, shouted for a treat, waved his hand at the moment, and said with a smile, "The eight characters haven't been skimmed yet!" Maybe someone else. ”

"How is this possible?"

"Writing poems in the Hanlin Academy is what you want to get the most, could it be that you are talking about the group of scholars?"

"At most, there is only one Xia Qingfeng who writes poetry, and the rest are vulnerable." All his colleagues interjected, congratulating themselves in and out of their words.

Seeing this, Cheng Pu smiled and didn't speak, and anyone could see the trace of pride in his eyes.

Emperor Xiao Wu ignored the small noise below, immediately looked at the sidelines, and said with a light smile, "Scholar of the Divine Pen, who is Brother Li Luo?" ”

"Come out and let the widow see me!"