"Uh......" Master Li looked at Zhang Wuji in amazement, and said with a slightly helpless look: "Zhang Gongzi, why do you bother with them, literati! Ｘ”

Zhang Wuji shook his head, looked at Master Li's watery eyes seriously, and asked seriously, "Let me ask you, do you want to be the leader?"

Zhang Wouji's conversation with Master Li did not hide from everyone, so blatantly asked Master Li bluntly.

Everyone pouted secretly in their hearts, this Zhang Wuji was ridiculed and went crazy, right? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to write poems that shock the four people for a while?

Master Li also had such concerns, if he nodded and thought about it, what if Zhang Wuji would be embarrassed for a while? Wouldn't it be a little ugly even with her? But under seeing Zhang Wuji's serious eyes.

Although she didn't want to participate in this Oiran feast to win the championship, if Zhang Wuji was willing to write amazing poems and songs for her, she would be happy to accept it.

Master Li nodded, and in the distance, Master Li's mother saw this and scolded Xiao Nizi, how can you fall into such a whirlpool?

What if you can't take it? Aren't you being laughed at for not knowing how thick the sky is, and you actually believe that kid Zhang Wou-ki?

Seeing Master Li nodding, Zhang Wuji said seriously: "You can relax! The Central Plains has been inherited for thousands of years, and I will let some people know that the cultural inheritance of the Central Plains should not be underestimated. ”

Zhang Wouji's sonorous words made a group of Jiangnan talents secretly clap their hands and applaud, and they were all teased by Zhang Wouji's words, and they were looking forward to writing amazing poems and songs for a while.

Qian Zhijie watched this scene from the high platform, laughed out loud and said: "Just now Zhang Zhangmen said that he wanted to help Jingzhou Master Li to win the leader, all the talented and beautiful people, are you ready?"

Everyone had a confident look on their faces and nodded calmly.

Qian Zhijie clapped his hands, and the people who had been preparing for a long time in the audience carried ten boxes, and when the boxes were opened, the ten boxes were orange and yellow, emitting dazzling golden gold, and everyone who saw it was hot in their hearts.

Qian Zhijie said loudly: "There are ten boxes of gold here, a total of 10,000 taels of gold, all talented and beautiful people, prepare to start the first link, chanting poems against each other." ”

Liu Yuemei stood aside and explained: "In the first link, the poetry is opposed, the wind and the moon are discussed with poetry and writing, and the kung fu is discussed by calligraphy and painting, and the artistic conception depends on everyone's comments, and finally ten people are selected to win the first round." ”

"The winner of the first round can participate in the second round of the competition and directly win the top of the classified poetry list. ”

"When poetry, piano, chess, and painting have completed each list, the final battle for the overall list will begin. This is the ...... of the list"

"Wait, if the capital of the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting rankings is the same person, then how is the total list calculated?" someone couldn't help but ask. Although the possibility of such a thing is almost zero, what if there really is such a demonic genius?

Liu Yuemei said with a smile: "If there is really such a top list, then reward a thousand taels of gold and buy its poetry and lyrics." ”

"The handwriting is big, and it is really not the first floor of the capital. ”

"If such a genius really appears, it will be rare in a thousand years. ”

"Yes, let's see how we get the top spot in the normal overall list, right?"

Liu Yuemei said with a smile: "The composition of the top of the overall list is made by the four top of the list, and then there is a mysterious big man to evaluate. ”

"I believe that everyone will be convinced by the comments of this mysterious big man, and I hope that everyone will allow Mei'er to sell it. Liu Yuemei said with a smile.

"The big man in Miss Mei'er's mouth is not the older generation?"

"Or is it some high-ranking official in the court today?"

"I guess it must be Ding Yufang, the assistant minister of the university. ”

"It shouldn't be, I suspect it's He Shuzheng, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, who is very good at writing ......"

Everyone speculated, but Liu Yuemei shook her head, this big man didn't appear, and she didn't dare to announce it without authorization!

Liu Yuemei clapped her hands and said: "Put on the pen and paper, inkstone, join in the fun, and if you don't want to chant poetry, you can go to the sidelines and watch, and during the creation period, you must not disturb others." ”

"Those who think they have writing can create last, and the rest of them create first. As soon as Liu Yuemei's voice fell, hundreds of people came up with pen and ink inkstones on the table.

For a time, the central area of the flower boat formed a place similar to the examination room, hundreds of tables were neatly arranged, and paper, pencil and inkstones were placed on the table.

There were thousands of people who came to join in the fun, but only about 100 people actually participated in the chanting.

When a hundred people walked over to pick up the pen and start writing, Zhang Wouji took Master Li to a private room with no one.

Evian was standing outside the door, but the sound insulation of the box was good, and she couldn't hear what was being said inside.

After a while, hundreds of people who wrote poems had stopped, and Qian Zhijie on the high platform read them one by one, but these people's poems lacked a fascinating artistic conception, and they were indifferent to read.

But the literati like to praise others, and everyone in the audience applauded.

Whenever I read that person's poems, that person would tremble with excitement, and put on a picture that this was the poem I wrote, as confident as a mystery.

Yang Ji, Song Lian, Shi Nai'an and the Four Little Sages have not yet ended, and at this time, Qian Zhijie has finished reading the articles of the first batch of people, and has also made explanations and comments.

The narrator was given by two scholars, who were a handful of old scholars, but had very good cultural skills, and had read many sage books for decades.

However, there are hundreds of poems and essays on the scene, and none of them are worthy of their applause.

But to be praised by two scholars, the person who wrote the poem below is also very honored! When he returns to his hometown, he can boast of receiving the praise of a certain scholar.

In ancient times, the most important thing was this kind of face problem, or a high-ranking official helped a peasant, and that peasant could brag for the rest of his life, saying that so-and-so official had helped them.

For such a panacea, Zhang Wuji doesn't care.

At this time, Zhang Wuji chatted with Master Li in the private room for a while, telling Master Li what he was going to do for a while.

Master Li kept nodding, with a look of joy in his heart, secretly glad that Zhang Wuji would help her.

Although she has no intention of fighting, ...... How could she refuse the help of the person she liked in her heart? Even if she couldn't get the head of the concubine, it was still a wonderful trip.

The two of them left the box and came out, this is already the second round of people on the field, and this time they are all the finale masters of poetry tonight.

Han Mo's face is confident, followed by the incomparable beauty Mi Yunyan, for some ordinary people, this is a real pair of talented women!

When Zhang Wuji took Master Li over,