"Next, I would like to ask what is Shu He Fuzi to draw questions for the second literary fight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

He Weishu took out a note, and the master of ceremonies looked at it and announced: "The title of the second game of Wendou is - poetry!"

"Oh oh oh !!!!" This is the cheer of the audience, because there are often some classics in the literary fight, so everyone loves poetry.

Guan Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, in terms of poetry, he was sure to win.

"Masters, please. ”

The three masters discussed, what is Shu Fuzi said: "Now that it is autumn, it is the day when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, so I asked the two sons to compose a poem with the theme of 'chrysanthemum'." ”

The master of ceremonies began to stir up everyone's emotions: "He Fuzi has already come up with a question, and he will compose a poem with chrysanthemum as the theme." What kind of poems will the two sons make in the time of two incense sticks? Let's wait and see. ”

Guan Yang already had a plan in his heart, but he didn't start writing. Because he wanted to see Liu Qingyi's ability, after all, Liu Qingyi represents the highest level of Luoyang's literary circle.

Liu Qingyi's writing is really good, and after thinking about it for half an hour, he started writing.

"Oh, Liu Gongzi is really brilliant, he has already started to write. Let's take a look at Guan Gongzi again, Guan Gongzi is still brewing, so we won't bother him. The master of ceremonies is still constantly rendering the atmosphere.

Liu Qingyi quickly finished writing, checked it carefully, and handed it in. Because the rule of Wendou is to hand in one, the judges will comment on one. So as soon as Liu Qingyi's poem was handed in, the three masters read it first, and then began to comment sentence by sentence. And Guan Yang is still closing his eyes to recuperate, and Liu Qingyi's poems are of a medium level, after all, they were written in a short period of time, which is already very good. He was closing his eyes to recuperate, but the audience was dissatisfied, and they all thought that Guan Yang thought that he was no better than Liu Qingyi, and he was not ready to compose poetry, and he booed for a while.

After the three masters finished commenting, Guan Yang still had no desire to write. At this time, not only the people in the audience were dissatisfied, but even the people on the stage showed puzzled expressions. Liu Qingyi asked directly: "Brother Guan, is there anything difficult to do?"

Guan Yang opened his eyes and looked at the incense: "Thank you Brother Liu for your concern, little brother will start here." ”

After speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote it down on the paper. Soon, a seven-character quatrain was completed.

He Wei Shufuzi took Guan Yang's poem and glanced at it, "This word ......" said that he fell into a stupor.

"Brother He, what's wrong?" discovered He Weishu's abnormality, and the other two masters asked.

He Weishu was awakened and said, "It's okay, you can look at this word." As he spoke, he handed the poem over.

Master Wang Shiming took the poem and looked at it: "Oh, what a good word." ”

"Good words, really good words. Master Xin Wen was also full of praise.

After praising it, the three masters actually discussed the words, this one said that this word had the style of the right army, and the other said that the word had the style of Zhong Xuan, and completely forgot the work of commenting on the poem.

The three of them on the stage discussed endlessly, and the people in the audience were not satisfied.

"You're commenting on poetry. ”

"That's it, you don't judge, read it out and let us judge it ourselves. ”

"You still don't rate it?"

The "......" was full of hustle and bustle.

The master of ceremonies hurriedly reminded: "Three masters, I don't know how Guan Gongzi's poems are written?"

"Oh, poetry, I'm sorry. The three old men are obsessed with calligraphy, and now they can't help but see a good pair of words, don't blame you. "What is Old Master Shu, then he remembered his task.

"Don't blame, don't blame. The other two masters also quickly apologized.

"Oh, what a poem. He Weishu coughed dryly, looked at the poem, and praised it.

"What a good poem, you read it. The audience shouted.

"Well, this is it, this is it. ”

"Autumn congregations are like pottery. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the audience began to talk about it.

"Well, kind of interesting. ”

"Yes, this is Zibi Southern Han Tao Gong. ”

"Listen to the rest of the story. ”

"It's getting slanting all over the edge of the hedge. ”

"Not bad. ”

"That's a good sentence. ”

"It's saying how much I like chrysanthemums. ”

The first two sentences are already classics. ”

"It depends on how he collects it later. ”

"It's not a good ending. ”

"It's not that the flowers have a preference for chrysanthemums. ”

This began to say why I like chrysanthemums. ”

That's what it means. ”

"What's next?"

"Just listen to it. ”

"This flower is even more flowerless. ”

"Oh, it's really a good poem. ”

"The autumn cong is like a potter's house, and it is becoming more and more oblique around the edge of the fence. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless. Sure enough, it's a good poem. ”

"It's going to go down in history. ”

"yes, yes. ”

Everyone in the audience talked about it, and it was almost the same on stage. Liu Qingyi's face was sluggish, and he didn't seem to react from the poem. The three masters were also struck by the poem. This poem is the work of the famous poet Yuan Zhi in the Tang Dynasty "Chrysanthemum", from the surface, it is not writing about chrysanthemums, but through the love of chrysanthemums, the character of chrysanthemums is described from the side.

"The pen is clever and unique. This is the evaluation of the three masters, although it is brief, but it is the greatest affirmation of this poem.

Liu Qingyi also reacted, walked in front of Guan Yang, and saluted heavily, "Brother Guan is really talented, Tsing Yi admires and admires." ”

Guan Yang returned the salute: "Brother Liu is polite. ”

Liu Qingyi said to the master of ceremonies: "Sir, it was the student who lost." ”

The master of ceremonies no longer hesitated: "I announce that the winner of the second game of Wendou is Guan Yang Guan Gongzi !!"

"Oh!!" The audience cheered higher than one wave. This is a cheer for Guan Yang, this is the treatment of the winner. The girl in red in the distance didn't laugh, but gritted her teeth, looking at her expression, as if she was about to eat Guan Yang.

The master of ceremonies invited Harris and Rook to the stage and announced the final winner: "This is the end of the bet between Lord Rook and Lord Harris, and the winner is Lord Harris." ”

"Hahahaha......" Harris laughed as he looked up.

Rook hung his head and said nothing.

"Ding, the host quest is complete, do you want to receive the reward? Yes|No. ”

"Not available for now. ”

"Okay, don't pick it up yet. ”

"Bring it up. Harris waved his hand, and the attendant brought up several trays covered with red cloth.

Harris lifted the red cloth, and the tray was full of copper coins.

"Baby, help Uncle Sasa out. ”

"Poof!!" Liu Qingyi didn't walk away, and when he heard Harris's name, he laughed directly. Seeing Guan Yang coming over, he immediately covered his mouth, but judging from his shaking shoulders, he was still laughing.

"My name is Guan Yang. ”

"I've said it all, it doesn't matter. Get out of here. ”

"Oh. Guan Yang was helpless and scattered all the copper coins in several trays. This is the rule, the winner should be happy with everyone, no matter how much, he always has to share his wealth.

Taking advantage of the efforts of everyone in the audience to grab money, Guan Yang and Harris hurriedly stepped down. There's a reason for that, there have been instances of people who won a fight and were surrounded by a fanatical audience when they left, and that person ended up being trampled to death. This is also a reason to scatter wealth, and to flash people quickly when people in the audience are grabbing money, so as not to be unexpected.

"Brother Guan, please wait a minute. Guan Yang was about to go back, but Liu Qingyi stopped him.

"What's the matter with Brother Liu?"

Liu Qingyi took out an invitation: "Brother Guan is only eight buckets high, and the younger brother sighs to himself." This year's Mid-Autumn Festival invitation, Brother Guan is also invited to appreciate his face. ”

Guan Yang took the invitation and said, "Be sure to disturb then." ”

"A great welcome. ”

Saying goodbye to Liu Qingyi, Guan Yang got in the car and went back with Harris.

Ah Qing asked, "Childe, what is the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Guan Yang thought for a moment: "Wenhui refers to a gathering of scribes to drink and write poems or learn from each other. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a gathering of literati and scholars on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”