In this thick atmosphere, Wu Xiude looked up at Chen Yuan and Ruan Yu, but he was stunned. I saw that the faces of the two still retained a strong sense of shock.

When my heart moves, is there a masterpiece?

Some uneasiness was immediately soothed. Thinking, "Liang Sheng had a question in advance, which made such a good work." The talents of the scholars are not as good as Liang Sheng, and there are no prior exam questions. How can you make a work that surpasses Liang Sheng?"

Thinking so in his heart, Wu Xiude smiled and said to the two: "I see that the two of you have a lingering charm on their faces, but there are masterpieces that are deeply moving?"

"There is indeed an article, which is not bad. ”

Ruan Yu twisted his beard and said with a smile.

"There is one article, which is only seen in life. Chen Yuan sighed.

"Huh. Wu Xiude didn't think so, but he smiled on his face and arched his hand: "Then why don't we put the three masterpieces at the end and read them aloud?"

"Yes!"

Ruan Yu and Chen Yuan said in unison.

"Very good. Wu Xiude stroked his palms and smiled, then summoned the slave and said, "Order Jin Ce to read the poems aloud." ”

"Yes. The slave replied, turned around and walked down, bringing a middle-aged man with him a short time later. This middle-aged man is not good-looking, but Ruan Yu and Chen Yuan have heard of it.

"It's the one who has a loud voice and reads poetry with great charm. Jin Ce, who is famous in Liangzhou?" Chen Yuan said curiously.

"Exactly. ”

Wu Xiude smiled slightly.

"Jin Ce, you can go and read aloud. Wu Xiude turned to Jin Cedao.

"Yes. Jin Ce responded, and accompanied the three Hao slaves to the stone platform. The long-awaited readers know that the good show of this poetry meeting is coming.

couldn't help but get excited, and probed their brains even more.

Jin Ce is famous in Liangzhou for his reputation, and he is responsible for reading aloud at such poetry meetings all year round, and he is not stage frightened. picked up a "test paper" and read aloud: "The new green between the branches is heavy, Xiaolei hides a few reds, cherishes her heart and does not vomit lightly, and teaches the peach and plum to make a spring breeze." ”

The beginning is already high-pitched.

"Good poetry. ”

The scholars present all smiled and exclaimed. This poem alone is already stronger than most of the people present.

This is made by Chen Zhong, a native of Xuanzhou and Yangyang. Jin Ce looked at the payment and said with a smile.

"Chen Zhong?!It turned out to be him?" If you are talented, you must have a long name. This Chen Zhong was somewhat famous in the nearby prefectures and counties in the past, and when the scholars learned that it was him, they were also surprised.

"A good poem written by Brother Chen. ”

"It's a great work. ”

At this time, three or two acquaintances came forward to congratulate him. This Chen Zhong is in his early twenties, and he looks dignified, but at this moment, he has been praised by acquaintances, showing a modest look, and said: "No, no." ”

But I can't help but be complacent in my heart, and I can make a name for myself in the Huangshan Poetry Club, which is really worth the trip.

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

At the same time, a staff member wrote the poems read by Jin Ce and handed them to a slave to quickly meet Shi Miaomiao.

Inside the boudoir.

Shi Miaomiao has finished touching up her makeup, and her pretty face is full of expectations, like budding buds, green and gorgeous.

"Miss, there's a poem coming. ”

The waiter walked in quickly, holding the manuscript of the poem in his hand.

Shi Miaomiao hurriedly took it, opened it and looked at it, and praised it: "Good poem." It's quite a begonia. ”

"Who did this?" Shi Miaomiao asked again.

"Made by Chen Zhong of Naiyang County. The waiter replied.

"I think I've heard of it. Shi Miaomiaodai's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she couldn't remember who it was.

"The person that Miss can't think of must be an ordinary person. Compared with Liang Gongzi, it is even more different. Let's wait for Liang Gongzi's masterpiece. ”

The waiter laughed coquettishly, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked beautiful and delicious.

Shi Miaomiao's eyes were full of spring, and two red glows rose on her pretty face, but she didn't refute.

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

Outside the boudoir, the scene of the poetry meeting. The begonias made by Chen Zhong pulled the poetry meeting to a high-pitched one. Next, it seems that after the rain, bamboo shoots are popping up one after another.

There are many excellent works, some of which are better than Chen Zhong's.

Scholars worship celebrities and talents, and whenever these masterpieces come out, they will attract a burst of admiration from the readers present. The poet is also a rising tide and has a great reputation.

Needless to say, after going back, he must be a man of the year in the county, and the future imperial examination may be impressed by the examiner because of this reputation, in short, the future is immeasurable.

In the midst of this ups and downs, twenty-seven poems were read aloud. There are only three left.

It has also aroused the curiosity of many readers.

"As is customary, the final finale must be a stunning poem. Who wrote the remaining three?"

"One of them should be Liang Sheng, and the other should be the second talent in Xuanzhou, Wu Zhengchun of Datong Mansion, but this one is left. ”

"Who did the rest of this?"

"There are thousands of people present, and there are only a few of them who have prestige and talent, and they have all been read aloud. The rest of this article should be written by an unknown person. But to be able to make poems alongside Wu Zhengchun and Liang Sheng should not be unknown, which is really contradictory and incomprehensible. ”

"No matter who made it, it will definitely be famous because of this Huangshan poetry meeting. ”

The scholars were talking and discussing.

Not only were they curious, but Shi Miaomiao and two of the three examiners were also curious. Wu Xiude himself reviewed Liang Sheng's poem, so he asked: "Two gentlemen, who are the people who can be ranked with Liang Sheng and Wu Zhengchun?"

"The old man's choice was made by Wu Zhengchun. Ruan Yu said. As soon as the words fell, Wu Xiude and Ruan Yu turned their eyes to Chen Yuan.

Facing the inquiring eyes of the two, Chen Yuan waved his hand and said, "This is exciting." Not to say it now, not to say it. ”

"You boy. Ruan Yu scolded with a smile.

"Mr. Chen is actually childlike. Wu Xiude said helplessly.

"Hehe, of course. We are all successful people, and we are bored as officials, if we don't have some fun, won't we suffocate to death?" Chen Yuan said with great interest.

"Haha. ”

Ruan Yu laughed and didn't care.

The two of them became more curious about who the man was.

..........

Inside the boudoir.

Shi Miaomiao got the twenty-seventh poem, knew that the next three were the finale, and guessed that there were Wu Zhengchun and Liang Sheng, who were quite curious about this third person.

"Those who can be ranked with Wu Gongzi and Liang Gongzi must be talented and invincible. How can you be unknown?" Shi Miaomiao said incomprehensibly and curiously.

"Maybe people are low-key?"

The waiter yawned, she didn't know how to appreciate poetry, and felt a little tired.

Shi Miaomiao glanced at the waiter with all kinds of charms, and said angrily: "What the reader is asking for is the title of the gold list, how can it be low-key?"

"But no matter what, this third person is not as good as Liang Gongzi. What's so curious?" the waiter pouted.

"That's just as well. Shi Miaomiao's curiosity faded when she thought about it, anyway, it was Liang Sheng who she wanted to see tonight.