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Above the river, the boat is horizontal, and in the center is a big ship. The lights in this ship are brilliant, and the friends are gathered, all of whom are celebrities.

The base camp of this year's Dao'an Poetry Club is set up on this ship. The spacious cabin was divided into two halls, one in front and one in the back, and the outer hall was guarded by ten people, who were responsible for reviewing the poems collected from the various ships, and those who felt that they were inferior were stamped and stacked aside. At that time, if there is an author who wants to return the original manuscript, there will be an explanation, which can avoid the suspicion of black-box operation.

There are only four people sitting in the inner hall, and these four people are the final jury of the poetry club, all of whom are well-known in Jizhou.

Among them, there are the writer Lin Yuanshan, the Confucian Liu Zhiqing, the famous Wu Xiangheng, and the respected old master Song Wenbo.

The four of them were sitting leisurely, chatting.

"Old Song, in your opinion, who will win the championship in this poetry meeting?"

Wu Xiangheng took a sip of tea and asked indifferently.

Song Wenbo, who had a fluttering white beard, smiled slightly: "In my opinion, the winner is none other than the third son." ”

Liu Zhiqing was aroused and asked, "Which three sons?"

Song Wenbo said eloquently: "First, Peng Qingshan of Pengcheng, this son is a Jinshi born, and is currently a Jizhou Jiupin clerk, he is both civil and military, and his literary brilliance is outstanding, which is really not to be underestimated. ”

Hearing this, the other three all nodded yes, very agreeable. has an official body, the future is bright, and then come to participate in the poetry meeting, in order to win fame, accumulate fame, in order to achieve higher development.

Song Wenbo continued: "The second is Zhang Zhiyuan of Wushan County, among the handsome people in his later life, his poems have long been famous, and he is known as the first genius in Wushan. He only needs to play steadily tonight, and the top three are in his pocket. ”

"That's true. ”

There was another echo.

Song Wenbo continued: "In fact, among the three sons, I am most optimistic about this last son, I think you also know it." ”

paused, but it was deliberately sold off.

Lin Yuanshan smiled and said, "It must be Guo Nanming." ”

Wu Xiangheng and Liu Zhiqing both clapped their hands and laughed: "It's Guo Nanming." ”

Song Wenbo also smiled and said: "Apart from Guo Nanming of Guanchen Academy, who else is here?"

Guanchen Academy is the first official school in Jizhou, with a long history and a long history, and I don't know how many outstanding people have been cultivated.

Song Wenbo and others have all studied in Guanchen Academy.

Wu Xiangheng said: "Guo Nanming's talent is really rare, it is rare that he is willing to participate in the poetry meeting this time, which can simply raise the level of the entire poetry club by several levels." ”

"It's not, our Jizhou hasn't had a stunning talent for a long time, I'm really afraid that the green and yellow will not be accepted, the sky is pitiful, Guo Nanming was born. ”

"As I spoke, I can't wait to see his work tonight. ”

"Brother Wu, don't worry, tonight is just a primary election, and when the deacons in the outer hall are screened, they will seal the works that can pass the primary selection and submit them in. Tomorrow night, we'll open the tastings one by one, and the results will be revealed, wouldn't it be happy!"

Signing up for the Dao'an Poetry Club, no less than 500 people, one person and one work, is 500 songs, if you don't screen a batch of vulgar works first, then the four judges, I'm afraid that my eyes will be blind. Therefore, the two levels of primary and final selection were determined.

The deacons who checked the primary selection, although their prestige was not as good as that of the real four judges, was also a rigorously selected candidate. And every work will be circulated by ten people, and everyone has no opinion, so it will be decided to be eliminated or selected.

Therefore, the procedures of the entire poetry club are quite fair and strict, and there are few omissions. After all, if there is a big basket, someone will make trouble afterwards, and it will be difficult to clean it up.

When the deacons have completed their review, they seal the entries that have passed the preliminary selection and present them to the final judges. And throughout the process, the deacons must also be tight-lipped about the works and not speak falsely.

"Good words, good words!"

"Give me a look!"

There was a sudden uproar in the outer hall, which was not normal, and it seemed that a very good work had been discovered, and even the deacons were so excited that they rushed to watch it.

When the four people in the inner hall heard the movement, they couldn't help but show a knowing smile on their faces, and they were all thinking in their hearts: It is estimated that Guo Nanming or Zhang Zhiyuan's works have been reviewed.

I'm looking forward to it.

......

The wind and rain continued, and it actually became heavier and heavier, and countless raindrops fell into the Tongjiang River, causing dense ripples.

When it was approaching, when Ye Junsheng, who was drenched like a chicken in soup, finally appeared on the deck, Jiang Jing'er resisted the urge to push him down the river, and asked, "Ye Junsheng, where did you come from? Do you know how many people have gone to look for you?"

Ye Junsheng's heart jumped, and he soon thought of the poetry meeting, and there was no doubt that he had missed the time. From this, Jiang Jing'er's anger is very understandable.

"Suddenly it rained, we got lost, and it took a long time to get around. ”

At this time, Jiang Zhinian also heard the news and came out, and when he saw that he was soaking wet, he hurriedly said: "Jun Sheng, go into the cabin quickly and change your clothes, so as not to catch a cold." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Jing'er was angry, and looking at Ye Junsheng's trembling and embarrassed appearance, she was really a little pitiful.

As for Ye Junmei, his body was not too wet.

Ye Junsheng returned to the room and changed his clothes. It didn't take long for Ye Junmei, who had also changed his clothes, to cook ginger soup and send it in.

After drinking the ginger soup, she packed up the dishes again and went out.

Ye Junsheng suddenly spoke: "Junmei, why don't you ask me?"

Ye Junmei looked back and smiled: "Because you are my brother." ”

Because it's my brother, I trust it unreservedly. Although he was sitting in the carriage at that time and did not see all the things happening outside, my brother said that there was no need to be afraid of him. So she was not afraid until her brother drove the carriage and rescued her......

At that moment, she wanted to cry.

She didn't know how her brother had dealt with the wicked people, she didn't know if they had been beaten away or killed, she didn't know when her brother had become so powerful......

She didn't know any of this, she didn't want to know, and she didn't need to know.

I just need to understand in my heart that from now on, it is enough to have a powerful brother by my side - in the mind of every sister, don't you want to have a hero-like powerful brother?

Touching his eyes that were as clear as spring water, Ye Junsheng's eyes suddenly became a little moist: such a pure and clean emotional dependence had long been extinct in the previous life and could not be touched. When the family becomes a hotbed of intrigue, the family affection that is closest to trust is covered with a beautiful looking skin.

In an instant, Ye Junsheng enjoyed the warmth and emotion of this moment - this feeling, vaguely and holding the "Spirit Fox Picture" to watch, immersed in the peaceful and quiet painting environment, there is a little bit of déjà vu.