After the song, Zhang Xuan was also in a surging mood, facing Mingyue, and secretly swore in his heart: "Wan'er, no matter how far away, no matter how difficult it is, I will definitely take you home, definitely!"

At this time, on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, a cold girl in a red palace dress was kneeling and closing her eyes to spit out the moonlight, about three feet from the ground, surrounded by clear radiance, and she couldn't see it really!

Suddenly, as if she felt something, the girl opened a pair of eyes like cutting water, and looked up at the bright white moon in the sky. In that bright moon, there seemed to be a cyan figure dancing the sword, but it was vaguely not real, but the girl could always feel a sense of familiarity.

"Who is he?" the girl's lips opened slightly.

"Hehe, I didn't expect this Zhang Xuan to also practice a good swordsmanship, and it really didn't disappoint this girl, and it was not in vain that this girl borrowed his Qingying Sword, and the words are also good, although this girl doesn't know much about poetry, but this Zhang Xuan's words are comfortable to listen to, unlike others, which are difficult to understand and not easy to hear!"

These words, but I heard Wen'er, the little girl who was staring at Zhang Xuan with little stars in her eyes, touched her forehead with her hand, and said secretly in her heart: "My Miss Qingqing, if these talented people present know that they have worked so hard to make poems, they will get a 'difficult and unpleasant' comment from you, I don't know if they will hit the wall!"

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. I don't know what kind of person this Zhao Wan'er girl is, who can be so favored by Zhang Gongzi?" Wei Lingxue looked at the independent figure in the water mirror. The handsome face of a knife and an axe was full of determination and longing. I couldn't help but feel a trace of envy in my heart!

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny! It can be said that it is full of philosophy. Well, well said!" on the platform. Wei Gong stroked his palms and praised, "I just don't know who this Zhao Wan'er is!"

"Wei Gongke, do you remember the Huangliang Dream that someone just mentioned?" reminded Yao Xianling as he poured wine.

"Oh, it's her, it's an amorous seed!" Wei Gong suddenly laughed.

"Since ancient times, all feelings have been infatuated, not to mention the rest, just in terms of the words themselves, it can be said that it is the top of the water tune song. With this word in front of me, I dare to conclude that there will be no more water tunes in a hundred years!

Be friends with the blue sky. Ask the wine day, ask the bright moon, and ask the year! I don't admire the immortals, but I wish for the world. The power of the pen is strong. The emotion is intense. The heroism of the spirit, throughout the ages, there is no one who can match it!

Xia Que is the ultimate in sorrow. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. There are not only complaints about the full moon and people not being round, but also more understanding and expansive! The last sentence is that I wish people a long time, and they will be together for a long time. This is the desire of the lyricist himself. It is also a beautiful vision that all parted people in the world can be reunited!

As soon as this word came out, the remaining words of the Mid-Autumn Festival were wasted!

Zhang Xuan of Wei County. There are autumn thoughts first, and then there are water words, which should be the immortals in the poem!" Du Xuezheng's face was flushed with excitement, and he drank three cups in a row and praised loudly.

Compared with Wei Gong, who has long been in the year of the Mandate of Heaven, this poem is more touching for Du Xuezheng, who has come to Yangzhou to perform his duties, has no relatives, and has just reached the age of not being confused, so that his voice directly penetrates a distance of one zhang, and the transmission note attached to the water mirror is transmitted to the sky above Guiyuan!

Wei Gong next to him looked at Du Xuezheng and smiled meaningfully, and Du Xuezheng put down his wine glass and nodded, not disagreeing!

"This ......"

"It's ......"

In the quiet square, a deep male voice suddenly sounded, which made everyone suspicious and got up to look around.

"I'm Dewey!" At this moment, the voice just now sounded again.

"Dewey, Dewey?" one person first muttered two sentences, and then suddenly reacted and exclaimed, "Ah, it's Du Xuezheng!"

"Du Xuezheng, which Du Xuezheng?" someone asked rhetorically before he could react for a while. But immediately, this person also exclaimed: "Isn't it my Yangzhou Xuezheng Du?"

After seeing the others nodding with a little sympathy, this person looked frustrated: "It's over, it's really damn, I didn't even think about it for a while!"

"Students meet the teacher!" After confirming the identity of the speaker, more than a dozen Jinke Xiucai, including Zhang Xuan, Sun Zichu and Ma Wencai, bowed down one after another.

The others also bowed their hands in unison: "Students meet Master Xuezheng!"

The seat teacher is the special name of the examiner for the famous person in the examination, so Zhang Xuan and they call the seat teacher, while others can only call Xuezheng.

After waiting for a while, everyone didn't hear the answer, knowing that it was Master Xuezheng who didn't want to steal the limelight from him and others, so after meeting again, they fell separately, but their hearts were still not calm!

From the moment when Steward Liu announced that the poems of his and other cultural battles would be jointly judged by Wei Gong, Du Xuezheng and Yao Xianling, they knew that these three adults were concerned about this poetry meeting, so they had been trying hard to show it.

It's just that they didn't know that the three adults would pay so much attention, and from the current situation, it was speculated that the three of them should have been watching from beginning to end!

Thinking of this, everyone was shocked and sat up one after another.

Thinking back to their previous performance, they breathed a sigh of relief when they felt that there was nothing wrong with them, and those who felt that they were biased were annoyed, and their expressions were different!

But no matter what kind of person he is, when he looks at Zhang Xuan who is slowly coming down from the stage, he is envious: "The poet immortal hand-picked by Du Xuezheng!"

No matter what the situation will be in other places in Dayong, but at least in Yangzhou, Zhang Xuan's title of poet immortal is settled!

Of course, envy is also indispensable for jealousy and hatred!

And the person he hates the most is none other than Ma Wencai Ma Dagongzi who lifted a stone to shoot himself in the foot!

"Impossible, impossible, how is it possible?" Ma Wencai roared in his heart, just now, as soon as the five poems and two words came out, he confidently thought that he must be the leader, and there was absolutely no one present who would be his opponent.

It was this kind of self-confidence that made him can't help but provoke when he saw Zhang Xuan again, wanting to get back to his previous field, but he didn't expect that this person really came up with a word that has been passed down to the world!

"As soon as this word comes out, the rest of the Mid-Autumn Festival will be exhausted!"

This is a state of academic politics, the dignified three-grade member Du Zhengze's comment, with this comment, it is useless to quibble, this time the first will definitely be taken by that poor boy again, is this self-defeating?

Marven could feel the mocking eyes around him, which made him crazy, when did he, the pride of the sky, have to bear the contempt of others and dare not refute?

"It's all him, it's all him, everything is his fault, if there is no him, then everything will be his own!"

In fact, thinking about this Ma Wencai is sad enough, the first time he was full of confidence and provocation, and he achieved Zhang Xuan's Guanglingsan, the second time there was no provocation, and he made a crack to the Holy Emperor Zhenlong, and the third time he was also full of confidence, carrying his own plans for several days and the hard work of more than a dozen poets, he was defeated by the poor and sour talent in his heart!

But this is also inevitable, who let him mess with whom, and even provoked Zhang Xuan, a freak with thousands of years of Chinese culture as the backing? Everything after the Sui Dynasty was all at Zhang Xuan's disposal, and in terms of culture, who was he Zhang Xuan afraid of?

"Congratulations to Brother Zhang, Ma is willing to bow down, the leader of this poem is none other than Brother Zhang!" Zhang Xuan had just walked back to his seat, and before he could sit down, he saw Ma Wencai smiling and hugging Zhang Xuan's fist.

The smile on his face that can't be faulted is like a warm spring breeze!

"Well, what's going on with this Marven?" Zhang Xuan was puzzled in his heart, but replied with a smile on his face: "Luck, luck, if you want to talk about urgency, Zhang Xuan is still not as good as Brother Ma." Less than thirty steps, but there are five poems, two words are born, and in this regard, the younger brother is also willing to bow down!"

The corners of Ma Wencai's mouth twitched slightly, and he hugged his fists and sat down!

"Young master, Bao'er knows that you are the best!Come, young master, please drink, this is the wine that Bao'er personally poured for you!" The little girl Bao'er held a glass of wine and handed it to Zhang Xuan.

"Okay, the wine that Bao'er poured is fragrant!" Zhang Xuan took it and drank it all.

"Hehe!" got the praise of her young master, and the little girl immediately smiled and squinted.

"Brother Zhang......"

"Brother Zhang......"

"Brother Zhang......"

As soon as Zhang Xuan sat down, there was immediately a circle of people around him, competing to toast, and even Sun Wang and the others were temporarily squeezed out. (To be continued......)

PS: Wait a minute, there is another chapter, which is 30 monthly passes plus more, and it is also the last chapter of the poetry club, which should be at 12 o'clock!