Sun Chengyi is a doctor of Guozijian, who is knowledgeable, rigorous, and upright.

Li Han is the master of Tianmo Academy, the first person in the capital calligraphy, although he is over fifty years old, but his temperament is extremely free.

Xie Ningan is a court doctor, although he is in the officialdom, his heart is in Hanlin, he is rich in learning, and he has a gentle temperament.

These three people are all great Confucians in the capital, and they will evaluate the poems of the talented people at this poetry meeting, which naturally convinces the talents.

And in order to be fair and just, in the first round of the competition, after the talents completed the poems, someone sent them into the room, and then they were copied by the name, and finally sent to the hands of the three Confucians, who were evaluated by the three Confucians.

At this time, the three great Confucians stood on the high platform, and the few poems they each held in their hands were the poems that could enter the high platform to win the poem this time.

The three Confucians were smiling, obviously in a comfortable mood and in high spirits, and even Sun Chengyi, who had the most serious expression, became amiable, as if he had drunk a few glasses of wine.

At this time, Li Han, who had the most free and easy temperament, couldn't hold it back, and he said loudly: "The excellent works of this poetry meeting are frequent, especially the eight poems in our hands, which are even more amazing. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, if someone could write such a poem in the Jinghu Poetry Society, it would definitely cause a sensation in the capital." ”

Then he took a deep breath to suppress his excitement, but when he spoke again, there was still a trilling in his voice.

"However, this time, the eight poems of the Jinghu Poetry Club will be released together, and they will become a good story, and this Jinghu Poetry Club will also be passed down through the ages."

After Li Han finished speaking, Xie Ningan then said modestly: "It is an honor for the three of us to participate in this grand event. ”

When it was Sun Chengyi's turn to comment, he just sighed: "The poetry of these eight talents is superb, and I can't do it." ”

The talented people in the audience were shocked when they saw that the three great Confucians spoke so highly of these eight poems, and immediately became infinitely curious about these eight poems.

Only four or five talented people were full of confidence in their poems, and when they saw the three great Confucians so respected, they naturally burst into joy and looked around with a proud face.

Although Li Zhonghong did not lose his temper, his heart fluctuated and it was difficult to calm down.

He has absolute confidence in his poems, so he believes that there must be a place for himself on the high platform, and now the three great Confucians all respect these eight poems, and his mood can't help but be a little worried under the great joy.

It seems that the opponent of this poetry meeting should not be underestimated.

However, he was determined to win the position of Shikui, so although he felt that he had hidden worries, he did not take it to heart.

What's more, his killer weapon has not yet been used.

He planned to ascend to the high platform, before the three great Confucians came up with the question, he would publicly announce the lower link of the smoke lock pond willow.

The smoke lock pond willow has stumped countless literati in the capital, and no one has been able to make the next couplet so far.

But at today's poetry meeting, he was confronted by Li Zhonghong, so his momentum will be unprecedentedly high, and he will naturally seize the opportunity in the battle for the poetry award.

What's even better is that as long as the next link is announced, Qin Nan will inevitably dissolve her marriage contract with Su Shi.

can not only help himself become famous at the Jinghu Poetry Conference, but also solve the dilemma of the marriage contract for Qin Nan, such a thing that kills two birds with one stone makes Li Zhonghong feel very comfortable.

And she helped Qin Nan solve the dilemma of the marriage contract, she must be very grateful, she is a little more attentive, and it is just around the corner to hold the beauty.

At this time, the three Confucians on the stage glanced at each other, and Li Han said with a smile: "I'm already impatient, let me announce it first." ”

The other two looked at each other and smiled, Xie Ning'an couldn't help but joke: "At this time, Brother Li takes the lead, and when you come down to feast on all the talents, you can't hide behind." ”

The two know Li Han very well, and know that he is a good drinker but the amount of alcohol is very shallow, and they will hide away after a few glasses.

Li Han said chicly: "I can meet so many handsome and talented people today, and I should be drunk." ”

Sun Chengyi rarely showed a smile and said, "Since this is the case, let's start with Brother Li." ”

Seeing that the poems were about to be announced, the talents in the audience suddenly began to get nervous, after all, the three great Confucians raised these eight poems so high, and the selected ones could naturally become famous in one fell swoop, how could this not make these talents excited and nervous.

Li Han cleared his throat, and then unfolded a roll of rice paper, and as the rice paper slowly unfolded, the hearts of the talented people in the audience had already risen to their throats.

Li Han admired the poems on the paper again, and then said slowly: "First of all, announce the winning poems of Xin Table. ”

There are eight tables under the stage, named after A, B, C, D, and Wu Ji Geng Xin Bao, and the Xin table is the last table.

At this time, the talents sitting at the Xin table had different expressions, but everyone's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated a lot, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.

Li Han continued: "The poem written by Xin Table is entitled Spring Rain, and the winning poem is as follows. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. ”

When Li Han finished reading this poem, the talents in the audience immediately became silent, they are all outstanding people, after hearing this poem, I can't help but feel excited, and I read it carefully and silently several times in my heart, and I feel that the artistic conception is long.

After a while, someone finally couldn't help but praise loudly, which attracted many talented people to echo it, and then looked at Xin Table, wondering which talented person had such a talent and wrote such a wonderful poem.

The talented people sitting at the Xin table couldn't help but look at each other, but none of them stood up.

Li Han still thought that this person was modest, looked at the talented man of Xin Table with a smile, and said with a smile: "Which talented person wrote this poem, please come to the stage now to see it." ”

Even if a person is humble, if he is sincerely invited by Confucianism at this time, he will naturally come to the stage to thank him.

However, after Li Han said this, none of the talented people in the Xin table got up, which made the scene extremely embarrassing.

Li Han's face became a little ugly at this time, he invited again and again, but the poet did not show up, obviously arrogant and did not take everyone in his eyes.

His gaze swept over the talents of the Xin Table again, and found that every talent seemed to be at a loss, and he didn't see anyone arrogant.

At this time, Li Han suddenly found that there was one person missing from the Xin Table, so he smiled and said, "Where is the other talent in the Xin Table?" ”

Since no one else answered, this poem must have been written by this person, so Li Han asked this question.

At this time, a talented man at the Xin table got up and said, "Back to Master, there are only nine people at our table. ”

"Only nine?" Li Han wondered.

The genius nodded and said, "There have only been nine people at our table since the beginning of the poetry meeting. ”

"Which of you wrote this poem?"

The nine talented men looked left and right, and finally shook their heads, indicating that this poem was not written by them.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the poetry club became strange, and such a wonderful work was unclaimed.

Li Han suddenly shouted, "Xiang Liang." ”

Xiang Liang immediately flashed out of the audience.

Li Han instructed: "Bring this original poem, I want to see which talent is so arrogant and unwilling to show up." ”

After a while, Xiang Liang ran to Li Han with a roll of rice paper, and then handed it over with both hands.

Li Han unfolded the rice paper, and Sun Chengyi and Xie Ningan couldn't help but put their heads up.

It is this poem written on rice paper, but although the handwriting is heroic, it is clearly written by a woman.

The three of them were puzzled, and their eyes looked at the place where the payment was made.

I saw that the payment place reads:

General's Mansion, Su Shi.