Hearing Fang Ziqi's poem, Ye Mu felt a burst of amusement in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info Zhengchou didn't know how to make Fang Ziqi have nothing to say, and obediently admit defeat, but I didn't expect the opportunity to come like this.

If it is two completely different poems, if the other party does not admit it, it is difficult to earn a superiority, but if it is two similar poems, it is easy to distinguish which is better and which is inferior. Ye Mu now feels that it is difficult for him to win or not, and he has no worries at all.

stepped forward, fixed his mind, and arched his hand to Fang Ziqi with an unchanged face:

"It's a coincidence that I have also been to Dongting in Xia, and at this time I also have the inspiration to write poems based on this. ”

Hearing Ye Mu say that he had also been to the Dongting Lake period, Fang Ziqi and everyone in the audience were slightly stunned, feeling that Ye Mu was too big, and generally writing poems with the same theme after others would be affected by the former, and it was difficult to surpass the previous work, which was extremely difficult. In the eyes of those in the audience, Ye Mu was digging his own grave, and the little good impression he had just established was suddenly beaten into ignorance and arrogance.

Ye Mu didn't care what these people thought, then turned around and made a deep groan, and slowly spoke:

"The harmony of the lake, autumn and moon"

When everyone heard it, they felt a little familiar, but they didn't think it was so good, and their expressions didn't change at all.

When Fang Ziqi heard it, although it was similar to his own poem, it was not better than his own, and he still smiled contemptuously.

"The surface of the pond has no goggles and has not been polished"

At this time, everyone's expressions were slightly moved, and the artistic conception of these two sentences was clearly much higher than the previous one.

Fang Ziqi had a hint of foreboding in his heart, and the contempt on his face was closed.

"Looking at the landscape of Dongting from afar, there is a green snail on a silver plate. ”

After reading it, Ye Mu looked up at the roof with his hands behind his back.

The crowd, who had been talking a little, suddenly opened their mouths in disbelief and couldn't speak. The whole poem was changed from the poem in the Fang Zi period, but the artistic conception was more than a notch higher. Everyone was a poet, and after a moment of silence, they began to praise the poem for its beauty.

"That's good poetry!"

"It's not at all comparable to the Fang Zi period. ”

After Fang Ziqi listened, he immediately froze there, and whispered "impossible" in his heart with a look of disbelief.

But looking at the reaction of everyone in the audience, his face showed a look of despair, these two poems, any person can tell their good and bad, he just can't play tricks if he wants to, unless he is not afraid of his reputation in the future.

He knew that he had lost, and no one could change this fact, and he stood there with a dead face, his face full of shock and depression, and the whole thing seemed to have lost his soul, and he looked like he was about to fall to the ground.

Du Fuwei didn't know whether the poems were good or bad, but he could see the performance of the people below, and when he saw that he was already distinguishing between high and low at this time, he stood up and said loudly:

"It seems that the winner has been decided. ”

Without waiting for everyone to react, he walked out with a golden sword.

It's over.

Ye Mu looked down at Fang Ziqi, who looked lost and depressed, and shook his head. All of this is the other party's own fault, I knew it was so, why bother in the first place!

Then he walked off the stage.

Everyone in the audience looked at Fang Ziqi with a sad face on the stage, and they also shook their heads and sighed. In fact, the poetry talent in the Fang Zi period is still good, and it is not impossible to become a world-famous talent if you study for a few more years, but it is too crazy and too competitive.

Seeing that Fang Ziqi lost to Ye Mu, who was looked down upon by them, He Yuan and the others showed a sad expression, and at this time, He Yuan remembered Tang Jiang who had reminded them before, and couldn't help but feel a sense of remorse.

Wu Ming hadn't been moving or moving at Ye Mu on the stage since he came in and sat down, and now when he saw Ye Mu coming down, he got up and followed.

Someone came over to greet Ye Mu, Ye Mu smiled politely, and walked out with Wu Ming.

The people who were about to come forward to set up close to each other stopped their movements when they saw that someone had eaten the closed door. The old bustard of Cuiyan Pavilion, seeing Ye Mu's indifferent appearance, opened his mouth and stopped talking.

The two of them just went out and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The more proud people are hit, the more they can't accept it, Fang Ziqi is like this, he has never lost since he was a child, he lost to a person younger than himself, he couldn't accept it for a while, especially the talent shown by the other party, at this time there was a feeling of despair that made him desperate.

After seeing Ye Mu leave, the old bustard turned back to look at Fang Ziqi. Originally, I also pointed to Fang Ziqi's good literary name to help her make money, but I didn't expect Fang Ziqi to lose and lose her reputation, so that it would be useless to her, and I thought that I had spent a lot of money serving Fang Ziqi with good food and drink in the past few days, and I was angry in my heart, and immediately looked at the Fang Ziqi wearing a hat and didn't like it:

"Young Master Fang, the girls are about to open, please move somewhere. ”

Although the tone was soft, there was obvious mockery and disgust, and there was a cold smile on his face when he spoke.

Seeing that the old bustard spoke so harshly, several friends of Fang Ziqi suddenly pointed at the old bustard angrily, glared and reprimanded:

"You"

"A few sons, please make up for the drinks in the past few days. Faced with the angry expressions of several people, the old bustard smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth. Fang Ziqi is useless, so she doesn't have to be polite to these poor scholars, and she has to calculate the accounts of these days immediately.

When it came to money, several people immediately stopped talking, but looked at the bustard even more angrily.

"Look, get the money. The bustard smiled a little bitterly, raised his voice and continued.

He Yuan grabbed the person around him who couldn't help but want to do it, leaned forward, put on a smiling face, and said softly as if flattering:

"Mother Wu, this, I am shy in the bags of the next few people, please forgive a few days, and I will definitely make up for it. ”

"I must make up for it. ”

Hmph, the old bustard didn't give He Yuan a good look at them, turned his head away, and shouted to the account office not far behind him:

"Count the accounts of these days for a few sons. ”

After that, he ignored a few people, turned to the others in the lobby, and once again used the long-lost face-changing stunt on the rivers and lakes, and shouted like a spring breeze:

"Girls, it's not good to entertain all the masters!"

After finishing speaking, he added apologies to his face, and said with a smile:

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a lot of negligence in the slave family, hurry upstairs to the private room, please!"

As if today was the same as usual, there was no such thing as a talent competition, and the rich guests were greeted as usual.

At this time, He Yuan and the others were already walking out with a depressed face.

"Brother Fang"

"Brother Fang"

Several people shouted sympathetically and understandingly, and without saying more, they patted Fang Ziqi on the shoulder and went to Fang's house with Fang Ziqi.

I don't know how the news came out, as soon as the competition ended, the people outside knew the news of Ye Mu's victory, and for a while, it was like a big stone falling on the surface of a calm lake, and the news spread rapidly.

"Ye Gongzi won!"

"Yes! Great! Ye Gongzi is a person with the virtue of a saint. Sure enough, the writing is very good!"

......

For a while, almost everyone on the streets was talking about it.

If it is the Fang Zi period, even if it is famous, it will be circulated among the literati, and ordinary people will never be so enthusiastic. But Ye Mu is different, he represents not a literati scholar, but the way of a saint, and the saint is only connected with the people of the world, and he is invisibly closer to the people.

South of the city, Dong Mansion.

Old Man Dong paced back and forth in the courtyard, walking from east to west, and back again, holding his favorite book in his hand, without even looking at it.

The boy had never seen this old man who had always been steady and calm like this, and secretly guessed in his heart what the old man was worried about.