"What are you laughing at?" Xiang Yun asked with some puzzlement.

"Shizi, don't joke with Wan'er, cough cough about your poems...... It's really hard to win the first place. ”

Lin Wan'er's words are already very euphemistic, as a personal maid who grew up with Xiang Yun, Lin Wan'er is very clear about the ink in Xiang Yun's stomach, not to mention that the latter is a poem, even if she knows words, sometimes she can't recognize it completely.

But when it comes to masterpieces, there are really some of them.

But most of them are like 'the hero's sword is not old, and the charm of the old lady still exists.' Or, "If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will have a group of wives and concubines." ''The husband who knots the hair does not go to bed, and the wife of the chaff does not go to court. These are hilarious and difficult to get into the hall of elegance.

And now, Xiang Yun still wants to compose poems and win awards at this birthday banquet full of literati and talented people, Lin Wan'er believes that if she competes for the penultimate first, her own son is really strong, almost unbeatable, and the positive number is also possible, unless only her own son participates.

In the final analysis, Lin Wan'er didn't believe that Xiang Yun could make any decent verses at all.

Looking at Lin Wan'er's playful smile, Xiang Yun was very unhappy in his heart, he was actually despised by his personal maid, what kind of business, it seems that he must reinvigorate his master's majesty!

Xiang Yun immediately said to Lin Wan'er with a proud face: "Okay, you little girl, you dare not believe in your family, you go and bring me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and this son will fight for you to take the first place!"

When Lin Wan'er heard this, she only thought that Xiang Yun was joking, but she was also happy that her own son had this Yaxing, so she really turned around and ran to the garden, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it in front of the table for Xiang Yun, looking at her own son with a smile on her face, but to see what hilarious work he would write this time.

Xiang Yun didn't care what Lin Wan'er did, the latter was holding the brush in his hand decently at the moment, washing the tip of the pen with water like a professional, holding a messy hair with his fingertips and gently tearing it off, stroking the tip of the pen, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately, the latter shook his robe, pressed the upper end of the rice paper with two bamboo chopsticks, and then instructed Lin Wan'er on the side: "Wan'er, study ink for this son!"

Lin Wan'er looked at the pretentious behavior of her own son, and felt a little funny and very funny in her heart, so she obediently picked up the ink strip with her slender hand, poured some water into the inkstone, and grinded it clockwise with the ink strip, and after a while, the uniform and full ink was grinded.

"Shizi, please. Lin Wan'er also looks like a little scholar, please ask her son to dip in ink and inscribe poems!

Hearing this, Xiang Yun did not hesitate to dip the tip of the pen into the ink, and immediately hooked off the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone, and the latter lifted the pen to hang on the rice paper, standing for a long time, but did not start the pen.

Lin Wan'er on the side saw that her son was fixed in place like a wood carved clay sculpture, and couldn't help but whisper in her heart: "It seems that the son of the world has no goods in his stomach, so if he can't put pen to paper, I know that the son of the world must be bragging." ”

However, as Lin Wan'er, who knows Xiang Yun best, this time she guessed wrong, Xiang Yun is not out of stock in her stomach at the moment, and she can't put pen to pen, but there are too many goods in her stomach, and she really doesn't know how to write and which poem to choose.

You must know that Xiang Yun's head is filled with the rich poetry of the entire 5,000 years of China in his previous life, although he did not completely memorize these poems, but as a top student of liberal arts, he still read poetry and songs, and recited many classic sentences.

At this moment, he wanted to win the first place in this poetry competition and get the cloud weapon rewarded by his cheap father, Xiang Yun didn't dare to despise the literati and scholars in this world, so he thought about which poem to choose in order to win the first place steadily.

Xiang Yun thought about it again and again, and when Lin Wan'er on the side thought that the latter's stroke would not fall, the original body was frozen in the distance, and the little Shizi with a confused expression finally moved!

The latter did not put pen to paper immediately, but slowly raised his head, looking at the bright and bright full moon under the reflection of the stars, a trace of complex and emotional emotions flashed in his eyes, and at this moment Xiang Yun's mind flashed his friends, classmates, teachers, and his only relative, his grandfather!

"Are you all okay? Are you looking at the moon today?"

The words that Xiang Yun muttered in his mouth, Lin Wan'er on the side had never heard of them, she only felt as if she was listening to a book from heaven, confused, and didn't know what Xiang Yun was talking about.

The next moment, Xiang Yun was already down!

In his previous life, Xiang Yun majored in ancient Chinese and also took calligraphy, and the university teacher who taught them calligraphy was an old scholar who admired Wang Xizhi's calligraphy very much.

The latter thinks that this is the best calligraphy, and the real calligraphy is that he often asks Xiang Yun to copy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, although Xiang Yun does not really write as rich as Wang Xizhi's charm, but it imitates its shape with seven or eight points of similarity.

However, now that Xiang Yun is a second-cloud martial artist, his control of his body and his spiritual power have far exceeded that of when he was on the earth, and the moment he put down the pen, Xiang Yun's whole person was almost highly compatible with his mind and body, and the brush in his hand had become a part of his body, like an arm making a finger!

The next moment, but I saw Xiang Yun holding his wrist with one hand, hanging the pen on the rice paper, and the pen walked like a dragon and snake, floating like a frightening flood!

At this moment, Xiang Yun's spirit is in harmony with qi, mind and body, man and heaven, and there is three inches of ink light on the rice paper, shining like a star!

On the side, Lin Wan'er, who was originally smiling and a little joking, couldn't help but restrain a little bit of the smile on her face when Xiang Yun wrote the first word.

When she saw the second word, then the third word, her expression began to change, first surprised, then shocked, then shocked and unbelievable!

......

About a stick of incense later, on the second floor of the Chunlai Pavilion, the people have already sent hundreds of neat and neat pieces of rice paper full of poems!

"Haha...... It seems that your bounty has really made everyone participate, and there are so many people who have written poems, so we can feast our eyes now. Wang Wenjing looked at the thick stack of rice paper and couldn't help but smile and said.

At the moment, Wang Wenjing and the Taishou played the role of the marking officer, Wang Wenjing was originally a scribe, and he had been an official who had been the official of the imperial examination for many times, and he was very good at the marking procedure, so he immediately organized several Taishou to read the file together.

They watched these poems very quickly, generally a poem only takes more than ten seconds to watch, for those poems that have no new ideas or mediocre style, they just put aside, if they feel that there are good words and sentences, they will nod their heads and show appreciation, and then present them to Xiang Lingtian, the prince and princess, and the two princes to watch.

When encountering really good poems, the reading speed of several people will slow down, and then read carefully, dissect the meaning word by word, and appreciate the artistic conception in the poem.

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are. ”

"Shhh...... The language of this poem is simple, concise, and concise, and the depth of skill is by no means something that ordinary literati can do. Wang Wenjing looked at the poem in his hand, and couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he recited aloud.

When everyone heard this, they suddenly looked sideways, obviously they also heard the poems recited by Wang Wenjing, and they all felt that the poems were a little extraordinary, even if this poem was compared to Wang Wenjing's previous first poem, it was almost not inferior, and even surpassed!

Wang Wenjing hurriedly looked at the inscription behind the article: "Fuzhou County, Wang Shouyi!"

Everyone was a little unfamiliar when they heard this name, but Wang Wenjing suddenly remembered it after thinking for a while.

"It turned out to be this person, no wonder he was able to write such a state of poetry. ”

Everyone looked at each other with an inquiring face, and Wang Wenjing patiently explained.

"This person is a graduate of the National Education College, generations of scholars, his elders have also published a lot of poems, written a lot of articles, but they are also some ordinary works, only in this generation, this Wang Shouyi is very good at writing, poetry is very powerful! At the beginning, he was also a little famous in the National Education College, and I didn't expect him to come here to congratulate the prince on his birthday. ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they understood, it turned out to be a poem made by a talented disciple of the National Education Academy, no wonder there is such a level, the National Education College is the highest palace of literature in the Fengyun Kingdom, and most of the literati in it will almost become the pillars of the Fengyun Kingdom in the future.

"I think this Wang Shouyi is likely to be one of the top three tonight, Lord Wang, you also come to appreciate and see how this poem is. Wang Wenjing said and held the scroll in both hands and presented it to Xiang Lingtian's hand.

Xiang Lingtian read it for a while, his eyes also showed appreciation, and he nodded frequently, obviously he also praised this poem quite highly.

"Huh...... This is a good song!" After a while, the Taishou of Xiliang County suddenly said with a look of surprise, and everyone was surprised and curious when they heard this.

You must know that there is a time limit for composing poems this time, and it is not easy to make a seven-character quatrain, but it is not easy to make a large word, and someone can make a good poem that is praised by the county guard of Xiliang County, which immediately aroused everyone's interest.

"Lord Gunjo, hurry up and recite it to everyone. Wang Wenjing's curiosity in his heart was the strongest, and he was busy urging.

The Taishou of Xiliang County immediately recited: "The world is a big dream, how many degrees of autumn is cool in life? Look at the eyebrows and sideburns. The wine is often sad and there are few customers, and the moon is mostly disturbed by clouds. Mid-Autumn Festival who shares the lonely light. Look to the north sadly. ”

"Hiss......"

As soon as Wang Wenjing heard this poem, his eyes couldn't help but suddenly light up, revealing a look of surprise, this expression was even more shocked than when he saw Wang Shouyi's poems in the National Education Academy before.

Although others do not have deep attainments and research on literature like Wang Wenjing, they are also not low-level, and when they hear it, they naturally immediately appreciate the extraordinary charm of this poem.

"Good word...... This is definitely an excellent lyric poem! The world is a big dream, how many times is life cool autumn? Everything in the world is like a big dream, and life has experienced a new cool autumn? It is really wonderful!

"This poem is graceful and sad, but it does not lose the atmosphere and pride, it is really wonderful, and it is three points higher than the poem of Wang Shouyi!"

Wang Wenjing did not say one point higher, but said three points higher, which shows that his admiration for this word is quite high!

"Lord Taishou, what is the name of this poem, and who is the author, but a student of the National Education Academy?" Wang Wenjing hurriedly asked.

This poem is called "Xijiangyue, the World is a Big Dream", and the author is Lin Feng of Nanping County. ”

"Lin Feng! it turned out to be him!" Wang Wenjing's eyes immediately lit up, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Xiangguo knows this person?" Xiang Lingtian also asked curiously, even he felt that the artistic conception of this poem was lofty and the writing was brilliant, so he was also a little curious about this author.

"Lord Wang, this Lin Feng is also a senior disciple of my country's teaching academy!"

"Oh......" Everyone was surprised when they heard this, they didn't expect that this person was also a student of the National Education Academy, but after thinking about it, how could a talented person who could write such a masterpiece not be a student of the National Education Academy? The latter gathered all the top scribes of the Fengyun Country, and when it came to poetry and songs, it was naturally the best in the Fengyun Country!

Wang Wenjing continued: "Lord Wang, this Lin Feng is now a student of Class A of the National Education Academy, and the grandson of Shi Lin Xuan of Hanlin Academy. ”

"This examination is ranked second in the country of Fengyun, if there is no accident, a few months later, this person will definitely be able to rank among the top three!"

"By the way, this Lin Feng was still a student in the same class as Xiao Shizi at the beginning, and the two of them were still classmates. Wang Wenjing suddenly remembered something, and added.

#昨天更了四章, I thought everyone would praise me, I looked at the circle early this morning, and a brother's message made the frivolous almost fall in front of the computer, and let me make four more every day in the future! #