At this moment, there was also a small wave in the small circle of the four friends of the year.

"It's Gu Hong. "Wang Song, Zheng Chongyao thought about last night, the bright moon was in the sky, and Chen Guhong was singing, full of anger, arrogant in the sky, couldn't help but look sideways, and sighed.

"My friend is a talented man. ”

Wu Zhengchun is smart, and he has Wang Song's betrayal before. At this moment, there are only three poems left, and when I see Wang Song again, Zheng Chong frequently glances at Chen Guhong, and he is also a little clear, but also shocked.

"My brother has amazing chess skills and a talent for planning. I don't want poetry to be so good!"

"Brother Xian is really hidden. Wu Zhengchun bowed his hand, his voice was heartfelt, and he admired it.

"Not necessarily me. Chen Guhong smiled, drank a drink, his face was slightly red, and said: "Then Wu Xiude is the examiner, he is so bad that he drove us to live in the firewood room, and it is not impossible to brush down my poems." ”

"Ahh ”

The three of them were surprised, and Wang Song screamed, revealing a nervous look.

At this moment, the three examiners have already prepared. Ruan Yu came first, summoned Jin Ce, and handed Jin Ce's begonia made by Wu Zhengchun to Jin Ce. Jin Ce understood, bowed and left.

When he came to the stone platform, Jin Ce waved his hand at the readers below, and said loudly: "More than 1,000 readers of the Huangshan Poetry Club gathered, which is really a grand occasion. Then he waved in the direction of the three examiners, and said: "The three examiners are the great grandmaster and the scholar, the other is the county commander, and the other is filial piety, which is also rare in the world." The following three articles are the best of the best, if compared to the imperial examination, these three articles are the three tripod armor, Jinshi and the ground. ”

As Jin Ce's words sounded, there was another commotion among the readers. I suddenly remembered that no matter whether the reputation would move the sky or not, there were great grandmasters and scholars present, and if you had to take a look at it, it would be of immeasurable benefits.

Expectations are stronger.

As soon as Jin Ce's voice fell, he spread the paper in his hand and read aloud: "The shade of spring is full of Shu Township, and half of the warbler's intestines are broken with the wind and rain." Huanhua Creek is melancholy, and Zimei has no intention of carrying it forward. ”

The words are already excellent, and through the mouth of Jin Ce, it is even more poetic.

Before the words fell, some readers applauded.

"Who wrote good poetry?"

"Compare begonias to beauties, wonderful. ”

At this moment, Jin Ce said loudly: "This begonia is written by Wu Zhengchun, a talented man in Xuanzhou Datong. ”

"Wu Zhengchun, sure enough, it's him. The reader sighed, not surprised, and turned their heads to look at Wu Zhengchun. Wu Zhengchun had already been prepared, so he waved his hands around him, and his expression was very humble.

"Good poetry, when the floating. Chen Guhong was very happy for his friend and raised his glass.

"Have a drink. Wang Song also smiled.

So the four of them raised their hands and drank the cup together.

.........

Take the official exam.

"It's pretty good. Chen Yuan, Wu Xiude sighed.

"If it's vulgar, how could the old man choose this one?" Ruan Yu smiled slightly, quite complacent. Then he asked curiously: "I don't know how to compare the poems in the hands of the two?"

"Don't say it, don't say it. ”

Chen Yuan and Wu Xiude glanced at each other, smiled confidently, and then shook their heads in unison.

"Haha. ”

Ruan Yu smiled.

.............

Liang Sheng sat nearby. As Wu Zhengchun's begonia was read, the nearby readers fell silent. Zhuge Feng sighed: "It is worthy of being a talented man in Xuanzhou, second only to Wu Zhengchun of Liang Xiandi." ”

"Can you have confidence?" asked Zhuge Feng with some concern.

"Although Jiao is male, it is comparable to a dragon?" Liang Sheng's expression did not move, as if the sky was not shocked, and the god who did not move from the landslide asked with a smile.

"Jiao naturally can't be compared to dragons. When Zhuge Feng heard this, he knew that Liang Sheng was ambitious, so he laughed and said.

"Hahaha. ”

Liang Sheng laughed, confident and extraordinary.

................

In the boudoir, Shi Miaomiao saw this article and was also full of praise.

"Xuanzhou talent, in terms of talent and appearance, under Liang Gongzi, it is this Wu Gongzi. ”

"Miss is saying that Wu Gongzi is still not as good as Liang Gongzi?" the waiter teased with fun.

"That's it. Shi Miaomiao's big eyes rolled slightly, revealing a look of anticipation. "The next part, or the next part, should be Liang Gongzi's poem. ”

.........

Inside the poetry meeting.

Although Wu Zhengchun is strong, he is always inferior to Liang Sheng. And now Wu Zhengchun's begonia is so amazing, Liang Sheng's work, what kind of scenery should it be?

The expectations of readers have been mobilized more and more.

At this moment, Wu Xiude arched his hand to Chen Yuan and said, "Mr. Chen, who will come first?"

"Sir first. Chen Yuan is very confident in his poem and intends to make the finale. He bowed his hand and gave way.

"Then you're welcome. Wu Xiude smiled slightly, thinking in his heart, as soon as this article comes out, it will be unparalleled in the world. When your article comes out again, sir, you will see a bleak one.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

Thinking about it, Wu Xiude summoned Jin Ce and ordered him to read aloud. Jin Ce was ordered to return to the stone platform, and read aloud on the paper: "Staying behind can still lead the flowers, and the famous garden is drunk again. ”

Then Jin Ce said: "This is made by Liang Sheng's son." ”

There was a silence and a lot of discussion among the readers. This poem sounds a little cheesy, but the vulgar is elegant, and the aftertaste is infinitely wonderful. ”

"Meritorious people, rich flowers. Elegant and vulgar appreciation, good. ”

The readers exclaimed.

"It's not bad, it's really slightly better than Wu Zhengchun's article. Ruan Yuxuan said fairly.

"Huh. Wu Xiude smiled, very happy, this session of the Huangshan Poetry Meeting, is for Liang Sheng to become famous, for my Wu family Zhenwei, this article will definitely lead Liangzhou poems, the goal has been achieved.

.............

Near Liang Sheng, the surrounding scholars were already full of praise.

"It's really a good poem, and only Liang Xiandi can make such a good work. ”

As soon as this poem came out, no one in the world dared to write a poem with a begonia inscription. ”

"The reputation is like a rainbow, and the future is limitless. Zhuge Feng also smiled, he may not have envy in his heart, he has such a talent and fame at a young age, and in the future, he will be a jinshi and an official, and the style of the Liang family will continue.

"It's just a momentary work, and you virtuous brothers have praised it. Liang Sheng looked around and said modestly. Modesty is a virtue, elegance is a fashion, Liang Sheng's elegance is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, everyone praises, and modesty is even more preferred at the moment.

The people around the book were even more full of praise and rave reviews.

"I'm the leader. Liang Sheng laughed in his heart, and he couldn't stop laughing. You stupid people, even that Wu Zhengchun is also stupid. If I hadn't gotten the theme of the poetry meeting first, how could I have made such a great work?

You've always been my foil.

............

Wu Zhengchun, Wang Song, and Zheng Chong looked at each other, Wu Zhengchun sighed and said, "His talent is indeed better than me." There is no lack of boasting and discouragement.

Wang Song and Zheng Chong didn't know how to comfort them, and they were more worried about Chen Guhong.

"Gu Hong is talented, but he may not be able to compare with Liang Sheng. What's more, Wu Xiude is still an examiner, maybe Gu Hong's poems have already been brushed down. ”

"Isn't the result out yet? Why should you be depressed?" Chen Guhong sighed in sadness and laughed.

He had absolute confidence in himself, because the poems he copied were the work of God-men. If it wasn't brushed down by Wu Xiude, it would have been the first.

If Liang Sheng and Wu Xiude want to laugh, then go and laugh. Who will have the last laugh is still unknown.