After a night of speechlessness, Xu Xian did not read a book and review his homework that night, but concentrated on cultivating and absorbing the benefits brought by the day when he went on the holy list.

Because tomorrow's poetry competition, as Fang Zhongyong said, is too simple for Xu Xian, there is no difficulty at all, and it is almost easy to catch.

Who can be comparable to Xu Xian in terms of poetry?

Moreover, although during the day it is equivalent to being empowered by the power of heaven and earth and the power of saints at the same time, there are no sequelae. However, even if you completely rely on your own growth and cultivation, you must consolidate your realm, otherwise it is easy to have an unstable foundation.

The next day, all the students of Jinling Academy still woke up early.

It's just that today's poetry competition is very different from the calligraphy competition on the first day.

According to the rules of previous years, the time of the poetry competition is not fixed, it is possible in the morning, noon, and evening. And the location of the poetry contest changes almost every time. At that time, all the participating students may be led to the suburbs, or a certain place of interest, and then make a poem based on this scene.

After all, this is the selection of Jiangnan talents, not the imperial examination, so it will naturally be much more casual, and there are not so many rules and regulations.

Today, when many participating students were waiting to go to their destination for the competition, they suddenly received news.

The time of the poetry competition has been changed to this evening, and as for the specific location, we will notify you at that time.

"Tonight?" Fang Zhongyong raised his eyebrows, looked at Xu Xian and asked, "Hanwen, what do you mean by saying that the examiners are here?"

Xu Xian smiled and said, "You've already guessed it, so you don't need to ask me again." ”

"Okay. Fang Zhongyong shook his head helplessly, and said: "It seems that the theme of this poetry competition is probably related to the night scene!" Then his old-fashioned face, which he had always been accustomed to, showed a rare smile and asked: "Can you still make a classic poem like "When Will the Bright Moon Be There Today?"

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The waiting time is always extraordinarily long, and under the anxious waiting of a group of students, when the sky is shrouded in darkness and every house in Jinling City lights up, several examiners finally announce the location of this poetry competition.

On the north bank of the Qinhuai River, Gongyuan Street!

Jinling City has been a prosperous place since ancient times, and the most prosperous embodiment is on both sides of the Qinhuai River in ten miles.

The most of the ten miles of Qinhuai is in the area of Gongyuan Street on the north bank.

The location of this poetry contest is arranged here, which is indeed a great way to stimulate the poetry of the participating students.

After all, not only is the night scene extremely gorgeous, I don't know how many people have been attracted to come here to play, but also here has a long history, strong cultural atmosphere, for a long time it has been a place where famous families live, literati gathered, businessmen gathered, and it is known as "gold powder of the six dynasties"!

Yes, in this time and space, Jinling City was still the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. It's just that most of these six dynasties are not long, and most of them belong to tragic roles.

When Xu Xian's group of people arrived at Gongyuan Street, looking at the two banks of the Qinhuai River at the beginning of the lanterns, the voices of people were boiling, and the restaurants were everywhere; everywhere on the Qinhuai River, the voices of women playing and singing small songs came one after another, soft and beautiful; young men drank wine, hugged the girl in their arms, and laughed uncontrollably, and anyone who saw it had to sigh sincerely: What a prosperous and stable Jiangnan prosperous world!

Sure enough, as everyone guessed, the time of the game was set in the here and now, which was to compose a poem with the theme of the night view of the Qinhuai River!

"The theme of this time is a seven-word quatrain, and the time is a stick of incense, let's start now!" Li Yuanhui said as he looked at the sparkling river.

Yesterday's calligraphy competition has eliminated a large number of participating students, and now there are less than 50 students left, so the number is not too many.

Although Gongyuan Street on the north bank of the Qinhuai River has been temporarily under martial law, there are no tables, chairs and stools, and many students can only bring their own bookcases and the four treasures of the study room here.

With the bluestone floor as the desk, the paper was laid and the poem began.

In this situation, the Qinhuai River is prosperous and beautiful, and it is too simple to compose poetry!

Therefore, the time of a stick of incense is very long, and it is more than enough to compose a poem for students who can enter the second level.

When Li Yuanhui said that he started, many people couldn't help but start writing, looking like a spring of literary thoughts, writing with flowers and flowers, and extremely smooth.

This time, there is no need for Xu Xian to hand in the paper first, almost half a pillar of incense has less time, most of the students have already put down the pen, dried the ink on the paper, and rushed to hand in the paper, wishing that they were the first to be in the limelight.

There are only a few people left, still holding a pen and meditating.

And Xu Xian is one of them!

This scene surprised everyone.

It's just that with yesterday's slap in the face, no one dares to underestimate Xu Xian now.

Xu Xian's poetry is famous all over the world, and he has written many masterpieces, which are enough to be passed down through the ages. In this environment, is it not easy for him to write a good poem?

It can be said that in today's poetry competition, not only Fang Zhongyong gave up competing with Xu Xian, but even Shen Zhou, Qiu Ying, Lu Zijiu and other students of Jinling Academy, who hated Xu Xian to the extreme, did not dare to provoke Xu Xian again.

Whoever provokes will be slapped in the face!

So seeing that Xu Xian hadn't handed in the file yet, everyone didn't dare to say anything cool, so they could only say secretly in their hearts: I can really pretend! Like who doesn't know that your poetry is outstanding, it has been written a long time ago, why bother for so long?

In fact, these people really wronged Xu Xian.

It's not that he deliberately pretended, but that after he wrote a poem, he felt dissatisfied and invalidated it.

I don't know why, looking at the Qinhuai River, which is peaceful and prosperous like a dream, full of laughter and laughter, Xu Xian seems to feel that he is holding his breath in his heart, and he is not unhappy.

Needless to say, the two sides of the Qinhuai River are indeed prosperous, with many restaurants, and it is a place for countless dignitaries and nobles and children of wealthy families to have fun. But what about the entire Great Departure Dynasty?

It may be an exaggeration to say that the people are not living well, but natural and man-made disasters have never stopped, with more and more victims and refugees, inaction by the government, and partisan disputes and sentimental disputes in the imperial court. The northern barbarians have repeatedly violated the ban, burning, killing and plundering everything, and the signs of chaos have appeared.

Is this prosperous world true or false?

Is this singing and dancing, or is it a drunken fan?

Xu Xian frowned and thought seriously for a while, resolutely discarded the praise poem he had written, and then really started writing:

"You Qinhuai

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is long, and the sand is long, and the night tour of Qinhuai is close to the restaurant.

The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river!"

After writing, Xu Xian sighed heavily before handing in the test paper.

"Yushu Backyard Flower" was made by an emperor of the Southern Dynasty before the Great Departure Dynasty. The second emperor was obsessed with sound and sex, and made this song to have fun with the harem beauties, and finally to the kingdom!

Therefore, in later generations, this song was used as a representative of the sound of the dead country.

(First update!)

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