"Ji Xiao, I'm really happy today, my little sister is so cute. Mu Qing's face was full of smiles, and when she saw Ji Xiao deflated, she was happy to death.

Ji Xiao ignored her, let alone angry. Anyway, everyone is copying, and he doesn't have a burden now.

Seeing Ji Xiao lifting the brush on the paper, Mu Qing smiled at first, she has lived for thousands of years, of course her knowledge is not bad, knowing that "far up the cold mountain stone path" is already enough to pass on the poems that will be passed down through the ages, she doesn't believe that Ji Xiao can write better in the blink of an eye.

If it is similar, Ji Xiao is still deflated.

But as Ji Xiao's pen danced wildly, Mu Qing's smile became weaker and fainter, slowly turning into surprise, and finally he didn't say anything at all.

As soon as the poem "Distant Mountains and Cold Mountains and Stone Paths Slope" came out, everyone else stopped writing, after all, these people know very well that they want to write a better poem after holding back for ten days and a half months, so why bother to take it and be embarrassed.

It's okay if this poem comes out later, but now the pearl and jade are in the front, and how can others offer the stone in the back.

There was silence for a while, and Ji Xiao's hard writing became even more prominent.

didn't let them wait long, Ji Yu finished writing, and glanced at Mu Qing proudly, let you be an old witch for thousands of years, and you don't know what it means to be a real copyist.

At his glance, he was originally mocking Mu Qing, but the woman was also in Mu Qing's direction, mistakenly thinking that Ji Xiao was provoking her. She originally copied Ji Liao's poems, but she just wanted to fix him, and she was a little embarrassed, but now when she saw Ji Xiao mocking her, she immediately felt no guilt and glared back.

Ji Xiao also saw her eyes, and then she knew that she had misunderstood.

Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, anyway, it's best if he doesn't like the eye, and now the family affair will definitely be yellow.

Ji Xiaoshi Shiran handed in the poem.

The Confucian scholar who recited the poem was also waiting for Ji Xiao to submit the poem, after all, they were all curious about how Ji Yu still had the courage to continue to compose poetry in the face of this good poem in front of him, and he was not afraid of being embarrassed.

When the Confucian scholar got the poem, he glanced at it, and his expression changed greatly.

The people below looked at it and thought to themselves, maybe this person really wrote a masterpiece that could overwhelm the first poem.

If it is an elegant meeting, there are two excellent works, which are enough to leave a name for future generations. It can be said that they are honored to participate in it, and in the future, they may be able to write local county chronicles and leave words such as a certain life in it.

But the Confucian scholar did not speak immediately, and the scholars below were so anxious that they were eager to snatch the poem manuscript from him.

When everyone's patience was about to run out, accompanied by Nie County's order, he coughed lightly, and only listened to Confucianism's recitation:

"The trees are empty, the leaves are full of corridors, and the robes blow through the north breeze.

I don't know how much autumn tastes, roll up the Hunan curtain and ask the sunset. ”

In this poem, there are autumn mountains, autumn trees, autumn leaves, autumn wind and sunset, and with the last question, the taste of autumn is directly coming out, which can be described as a good product. But it's still quite inferior to the first poem.

The princes were full of expectations, but after listening, they couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

However, they all still know that it is very rare to be able to make such seven uniques in a short period of time, and it is rare to look at Jiangzhou.

Some people wondered why there was the word "robe" in the poem, and at this time, some people had already recognized Ji Xiao and explained to the people around him that it was the monk of Lanruo Temple. Everyone suddenly felt that they only admired Ji Xiao's talent, after all, no matter how good the monk's poetry was and how famous he was, there was no competition with them.

At most, some people wondered why the monk was wearing a wig and sneaking into the meeting.

There are even more "extremely smart" scholars, thinking about waiting for the end of the meeting, and asked the master of palpitations where to buy this wig. After all, Master Throbbing's black hair is really enviable to look at.

Everyone discussed for a while, and suddenly the Confucian who was reciting the poem smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone, I haven't finished reading it yet." ”

Hearing his words, everyone was surprised, thinking that there was actually another song, if the quality was similar to this one, with two songs against the other, it would not be a disadvantage.

The crowd fell silent, ready to hear the next verses.

Confucius continued:

"Autumn is sad. ”

He read it unhappily, and after everyone heard the first sentence, their hearts immediately wavered. The sentence is not wonderful, but the artistic conception is really good, since ancient times, autumn poems are written more sadly, but the first sentence of this poem has a faint momentum of predecessors.

The crowd listened to it

"The light cold is just a lovely day. ”

As soon as the second sentence came out, I couldn't help nodding, which happened to be connected to the previous artistic conception.

"The green pond is full of red ferns, and the lotus leaves are still the smallest money. ”

Everyone's hearts are true, and it is really a good poem. But it's a pity, although the artistic conception is good, but the words are not spiritual enough.

With these two songs, the enemy's song "Far up the cold mountain stone path slope", is not incomparable, but it is still a little reluctant.

Before they could discuss, the Confucian scholar continued to recite.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. ”

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent.

If the artistic conception of "autumn is sad but not inevitable" is a refreshing artistic conception, then the song "I say that autumn is better than spring" will make up for the unfulfilled meaning in everyone's hearts just now, and it can't be more perfect.

They savored the three poems of the palpitation master, one is better than the other, and the layers of foreshadowing, the artistic conception continues to rise, and the last sentence "will lead the poetry to the blue sky", it is simply hearty.

What's more, the last poem, every word is a wonderful sentence generated in the world, and it is not easy to say a word.

The "distant mountains and cold mountains and stone paths are slanted" is of course wonderful, but how can there be a feeling of the three poems of the palpitation master, one wave after another, giving people a great shock.

It can be said that the boy who came with Master Nie was not because he was not talented, but because he was too perverted.

Ji Xiao's face was expressionless, and he was colorless. He said in his heart: "Little lady Nie, I have no choice but to do so. ”

Mu Qing chattered in Ji Xiao's ear: "You must have copied it, right?" ”

Ji Xiao didn't pay attention to it at all, his left ear went in, and his right ear went out.

In the eyes of everyone, it seems that this monk is really calm, and he can't help but have deeper respect in his heart.

After hearing this, the little lady was also full of disbelief, and her white face turned crimson. She thought to herself that she had copied all his masterpieces, why did she still lose, and she would be a shame for her.

Now she didn't even dare to look at Ji Xiao, for fear of being ridiculed.

After all, others don't know, she herself and her father and Ji Yu know it.

Nie County Ling took the two poems in his hand and smiled at everyone: "I didn't expect an elegant meeting, and there were excellent works appearing frequently, which shows that our county is really a prosperous place for culture and education, and everyone will be the pillars of the country in the future." ”

The scholars nodded one after another, looking like the adults were reasonable. Everyone thought to themselves, how to brag about today's events when they went back.

After finishing speaking, Nie County Ling said: "I see that the poems of the two talents are masterpieces, but this Liao Ji's words are better than my nephew's, and I see that today's first name is Liao Ji's son." ”

As soon as he said this, there was a casual history of the county government: "My lord is really high-spirited and fair, and he is fair." ”

There was a flurry of gossip.

The scholars couldn't help but admire that Master Dian Shi reacted so quickly, and of course his face was thick enough.

Nie Xianling said with a smile: "I think everyone doesn't have much inspiration for poetry and composition now, so let's go on an outing together to see how this autumn day is better than the spring dynasty." ”

The vicinity of Qiushengtai is indeed a good place to play, there are many scholars who come to play on weekdays, and now there are more opportunities to contact with the county, and everyone is interested.

What's more, there are snacks and drinks provided by the county government, which really makes the scholars feel that Lord Nie is really a good official who enjoys with the people.

Everyone went together, and many people came to Ji Xiao's side.

Ji Xiao is accustomed to dealing with people and worldliness, and his demeanor is down-to-earth and generous, which makes Nie County smile even more.

Nie Xiaoniang came over at this time and invited the people around Nie County's order to leave, and then said to Nie County's order: "Give me the poem." ”

Nie County ordered her to give her a manuscript of poetry.

Nie Xiaoniang said: "It's not this one. ”

Nie Xianling reacted at this time, she wanted Ji Liao's poems, so she smiled and said, "What do you think of this Liao Gongzi?"

Nie Xiaoniang said: "It's not good, the character is not good." ”

Nie County Lingqi said: "What's wrong with his character?"

Nie Xiaoniang's face turned red, she couldn't say that the guy touched her little hand. She said: "He is obviously a monk and wears a wig, isn't this a lie, not honest at all." ”

Nie Xianling smiled: "What's the matter, you are still wearing men's clothes." And he is not a formal monk, he can return to the vulgar at any time, and he is also a good-looking person, let alone a literary talent, I see, you can have more contact. ”

Nie Little Lady said: "Don't." ”

She snatched Ji Xiao's poem manuscript from Nie County's hand.

Nie County ordered: "What do you want this poem for?" ”

Nie Xiaoniang unfolded the poem manuscript and said, "This word...... It's just so-so. She just wanted to say that the words were as ugly as people, but looking at this beautiful hand, it was really difficult to understand.

Nie Xian Ling smiled and said, "Where did he provoke you, I'll talk about him." ”

Nie Xiaoniang said: "I'm not so stingy. ”

Nie County ordered: "You are not stingy, why are you copying other people's poems." ”

The little lady Nie was choked and blushed, and she held back a sentence: "Is my surname Nie, or is his surname Nie?"

Nie County Ling Fu Xu said: "You reminded me, he has no father or mother, and he has no surname, if you have a child in the future, you can discuss with him to see if you can let the child have the surname Nie." ”

Nie Xiaoniang said: "I don't want it." When he had said that, he ran to the side.

Nie County's order couldn't help it, knowing his daughter Mo Ruo's father, if his daughter didn't like it, how could he ask for a palpitating poem, how could he say so many things about him.

After all, she is a girl, thin-skinned.

He thought again: "Uncle, he is so talented, since you are not ready to let him inherit Lanruo Temple, why did you tell me not to let him enter the official career." ”

Nie County Ling didn't figure this out, thinking that one day he would have to go to Lanruo Temple and ask.

He didn't know that at this time, the monks of Lanruo Temple were all tied up in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and a group of ironclad men with masks were facing Yixin to preside over the torture and interrogation.

The whip with the barbled spike fell the shriveled and emaciated body of the host, and it was bloodied.

"Old monk, if you don't say who that kid is, we have to burn your Lanruo Temple on fire. ”

The host is silent, and he is allowed to be tortured, and his demeanor is peaceful.

His mind is not moving, and all suffering can be dealt with silently.

It's just that he sighed slightly in his heart, "Twenty years have passed, and someone has finally found it." ”