Yongqiu.
Several great scholars on the stage sighed inwardly.
If you can draw something about loyalty to the emperor, expressing your ambition, etc., and then publish a famous poem, it may become a famous story.
No matter how bad it is, if you feel homesick, you can still make Concubine De take a high look.
But he actually got a Yongqiu shot.
There's no way, we can't all have one question.
Anyway, as long as it can publish a famous article, that’s pretty good.
Incomparable to the complicated thoughts of the great scholars above, the scholars below were all thinking about what poems they could give if they got this question.
Thinking about it over and over again, they are all those moods of loneliness, desolation, and loneliness.
"I wonder what kind of masterpiece Mr. Zhongming can write."
"Yes, there are countless excellent works before Four Seasons. It may not be easy to introduce new ones."
"After all these years, don't you understand the truth? You can always trust Mr. Zheng!"
Everyone was talking about it. In the restaurant nearby, Mr. Yun looked at Master Su and said, "Brother Zicheng, how do you feel now?"
Su Shidao looked down intently, "As long as I can write a decent poem, I will accept this apprentice!"
Mr. Yun smiled playfully, "You who want to be a master don't think highly of him, so who else can think highly of him?"
Su Shidao sighed, "It's not that he's not optimistic about it, but Zheng Tianyu is not a person who lives in vain, but has proven his superior strength many times in key situations. Xia Jingyun can't compare, don't blame him, on the contrary, he can compete with Zheng Tianyu Now this is enough to be proud of."
While speaking, Zheng Tianyu moved. He stepped slowly, tapped his palm with his right hand, and chanted:
"Autumn is not necessarily sad, but the mild cold is a pleasant thing."
As soon as the first two sentences come out, it makes people feel refreshing.
To solve the problem from such an angle?
Instead of writing about being desolate and desolate, there was a sentence of lightness and coldness that was so pleasant.
Anyone with some cultural background is slightly shocked.
Then Zheng Tianyu continued to read: "The green pond is gone, the red lotus leaves are gone, and the lotus leaves are still blooming."
"good!"
"good!"
"As expected of Mr. Zheng!"
"What a poem, what a poem! Writing about autumn from this perspective is as high as a mountain!"
"Sure enough, he has lived up to our expectations. Mr. Zheng is still the always trustworthy Mr. Zheng!"
Amid everyone's discussion, Zeng Jimin, who had been calm and silent, sighed softly, Xia Jingyun was in trouble.
There is nothing wrong with Zheng Tianyu's poem. The idea is novel, the artistic conception is open-minded, and the description is vivid and interesting. It is almost impossible to surpass it with a poem that is written on the spot.
The poem he had written before could only pale in comparison to this poem.
Thinking of this, Zeng Jimin felt a bit depressed and helpless.
Zheng Tianyu is indeed a big mountain that stands in front of everyone in Sishui Prefecture!
Beside him, Lin Feibai's eyes flashed with resentment, Zheng Tianyu, Zheng Tianyu, can't you die outside?
You must come and snatch this Wengui from me!
In front of Zheng Tianyu's poem, his previous poem was naturally unable to compete.
Despite all the contacts he had made, all the agencies involved, and a lot of money spent, Wen Kui finally fell into the hands of Zheng Tianyu.
At this moment, Xia Jingyun smiled slightly, "I didn't expect that the autumn mood would be so lively and lively in your heart."
Zheng Tianyu is sure of winning, and has completely restored his previous confidence and ease, "All seasons have their own interests, we are just waiting to discover them."
"But what a coincidence, in my heart, the mood of autumn is not that gloomy and desolate either."
Xia Jingyun waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring!"
After hearing the previous sentence, everyone who wanted to scold him for plagiarizing his ideas was stunned.
hiss!
This sentence is quite impressive!
Xia Jingyun didn't keep them waiting for long. He pointed to the sky above his head and said, "A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky!"
As if struck by thunder, everyone felt a vast and lofty aura rushing straight into their chests and abdomen, following the crane in the clear sky, pushing away the clouds and wandering above the high blue sky.
Unbridled, wild and wild!
It also writes about the beauty of autumn. This poem is obviously more open-minded and vigorous than the previous poems by Zheng Tianyu, and the artistic conception is also more lofty.
"good!"
Many people screamed subconsciously, and then suddenly froze.
Then, silence gradually spread, and the scene instantly became dead silent.
Because this means a problem.
Zheng Tianyu lost?
Zheng Tianyu actually lost?
Is this kid Wenkui?
etc!
It's more than that!
There were four levels in total. In the first level, they were tied. In the next three levels, Mr. Zheng lost?
They all thought that guessing charades was the only thing that the other party could compare with Young Master Zheng, but it turned out that was the only thing that Young Master Zheng could compare with?
Or is it just comparable to, not better than?
Is this person really an unknown person?
Could it be that Mr. Qin, the number one prince in the world in Zhongjing City, was pretending to be that person?
Xu Dapeng sat in his seat, his face full of shock. Aren't you here to watch the fun?
Why did Zheng Tianyu fall to the ground with just one slap!
Are you bragging about what you said before about getting a Wenkui?
Then is it true that you said you can sleep with an oiran for free?
There was a shocking and dull atmosphere below. In the restaurant, three middle-aged men wearing gold and silver were also stunned. They did not expect to witness such a magical scene.
Zheng Tianyu, the recognized No. 1 son of Sishui Prefecture, the son of the Jianning Prefect who was capable of both literary and military skills, arrived amidst the cheers of the crowd. He randomly selected someone, but in the end he failed to win a single level. He was still composing poems, which he was most proud of. Total loss.
Feng Xiuyun stretched out her hand and pressed her chest gently. Even through the thick buffer, she could feel her heart beating uncontrollably.
He actually did it?
What kind of freak is this?
Three or five days ago, he was a convicted laborer struggling to survive in a labor camp, but now he can beat the famous Zheng Tianyu of Sishui Prefecture in poetry?
She suddenly remembered that in the past, some seniors had met some talented men or generals by chance, and had the good fortune of being married out of the palace and becoming wives.
What about yourself?
She had always been unsmiling and decisive in the palace, but suddenly Xia Fei's cheeks started to feel hot.
...
"Hahahahaha! You are indeed a great talent! You are indeed a great talent!"
"Poems, essays, and calligraphy are all temporary choices. Talents like this must be taken away quickly! If you are too late, they will be snatched away!"
Mr. Yun and Su Shidao had red faces and smiled happily.
Su Shidao held the wine glass and said, "As soon as a crane flies up to the clouds in the clear sky, it brings poetry to the blue sky. Good poems, good poems, good spirit! I have been waiting for many years and finally waited for such a student! This life is not in vain!" "
Mr. Yun deeply agrees, "From what I see, this boy is neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor overbearing. He has an outstanding state of mind, but he shows off his edge when it's time to show off his edge. His future is limitless!"
He sighed sincerely, and another layer of extremely profound thoughts quietly moved in his heart.
...
Oiran Ning Bing's maid had a look of regret and enjoyment on her face, "Girl, it was such a good show. I didn't expect that Mr. Zheng actually lost."
Miss Ning Bing still had an indifferent expression, "It's a small problem. This Young Master Zheng is still the most outstanding one among these gentlemen in Sishui Prefecture. Please remember to find someone to send the post to him soon. Let's go, we've finished watching the show, and the business will be over soon." It’s time to come, let’s go back.”
"yes."
After saying that, the master and servant put on their curtains and hats and left, leaving only lingering fragrance in the room.
On the high platform, the four great scholars stood up together, gathered together, and began to discuss.
No one urged them. They all knew that they were discussing the merits of the two poems between the two, and judging one or the other. Because it obviously involved Wen Kui's affiliation, they were more cautious and no longer decided by one person like before.
Although, there is no suspense about this ownership.
After a while, the four great scholars sat back.
Looking at the field, you let me and I let you. Finally, a great scholar in the middle said: "Both talents have good poems. This article will add glory to the meeting. It is also a battle between dragons and tigers. It is a joy to talk about." Tao is a beautiful thing in the literary world. Although there is no second best in literature, things have their own level. Now that we have to choose the literary leader this time, we have to judge the level of these two masterpieces."
He mused: "This Xia Gaoyang's poem is broad-minded, lofty, bold and hearty. It is indeed a perfect choice for the moment."
"However, its conception draws on Zheng Zhongming's poetry. Zheng Zhongming's works are only slightly inferior to it. Therefore, based on our comprehensive evaluation, the winner among the two is Zheng Zhongming!"
Xia Jingyun's expression changed, and he raised his head suddenly, a light flashing in his eyes.
Amidst the sudden loud exclamations, Feng Xiuyun frowned and said angrily: "You bastard!"
Mr. Yun's expression changed and he slapped the table, "Damn this!"
