Sun Chengyi is a doctor of the Imperial College. He is knowledgeable, rigorous in scholarship, and upright.
Li Han is a master of Tianmo Academy and the number one calligrapher in the capital. Although he is over fifty years old, he has a very free and easy temper.
Xie Ning'an was a court official. Although he was in the officialdom, his heart was in the Imperial Academy. He was well-educated and had a gentle temper.
These three people are all great scholars in the capital. They will comment on the poems of the talented people at this poetry meeting, which naturally convinced the talented people.
In order to be fair and impartial, in the first round of the competition, after the talented scholars completed their poems, they were sent into the room, copied again, and finally sent to the hands of three great scholars for evaluation.
At this time, the three great scholars were standing on the high platform, holding several poems in their hands, which were the poems that could enter the high platform to win the decisive battle against the top poet.
The three great scholars were smiling, obviously in a happy mood and in high spirits. Even the most serious-looking Sun Chengyi's expression became amiable, as if he had drank a few glasses of fine wine.
At this time, Li Han, who had the most free and easy temperament, could no longer hold back. He said loudly: "There are many excellent works in this poetry meeting, especially these eight poems in our hands, which are even more amazing."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, if someone could write a poem like this at the Jinghu Poetry Club, it would definitely cause a sensation in the capital."
Then he took a deep breath, trying to suppress his excitement, but when he spoke again, there was still a vibrato in his voice.
"However, all eight poems from the Jinghu Poetry Festival this time were published, complementing each other and will surely become a good story. This Jinghu Poetry Festival will also be passed down through the ages."
After Li Han finished speaking, Xie Ning'an continued to say modestly: "It is an honor for the three of us to participate in this grand event. After the poetry meeting is over, the three of us will host a banquet in honor of these eight talented people. I hope that these eight talented people will Talented men should not refuse.”
When it was Sun Chengyi's turn to comment, he just sighed: "The poetry of these eight talented people is superb, and I can't compare with it."
The talented people in the audience were shocked when they saw that the three great scholars spoke so highly of these eight poems, and then they became infinitely curious about these eight poems.
Only four or five talented scholars were full of confidence in their poems. Seeing that the three great scholars praised it so much, they were naturally elated and looked around with arrogance.
Although Li Zhonghong did not lose his composure, his mood was ups and downs and it was difficult to calm down.
He had absolute confidence in his poems, so he believed that there must be a place for him on the high platform. Now that the three great scholars highly praised these eight poems, he couldn't help but feel a little worried despite his great joy.
It seems that the opponents of this poetry meeting cannot be underestimated.
However, he was determined to win the position of Shigui, so although he felt worried, he did not take it to heart.
What's more, his trump card has not yet been used.
He planned to publicly announce the second couplet of Yansuo Pondliu after ascending to the high platform before the three great scholars came up with the topic.
Yansuo Pondliu has stumped countless literati in the capital, and no one has been able to figure out the second couplet so far.
But in today's poetry meeting, he was defeated by Li Zhonghong. As a result, his momentum will be unprecedentedly high, and he will naturally take the lead in the battle for the top poet.
What's even better is that as soon as the second couplet is announced, Qin Nan will definitely terminate her engagement with Su Shi.
Li Zhonghong could not only help himself become famous at the Jinghu Poetry Festival, but also help Qin Nan solve the difficulties of the marriage contract. Such a thing that killed two birds with one stone made Li Zhonghong feel extremely comfortable.
Moreover, she must be extremely grateful to him for helping Qin Nan solve the marriage problem. If he is more attentive, it will be just around the corner to bring the beauty back to him.
At this time, the three great scholars on the stage looked at each other, and Li Han smiled and said: "I am impatient, let me announce it first."
The other two looked at each other and smiled, and Xie Ning'an couldn't help but joke: "Brother Li is taking the lead at this time. When we come down to entertain all the talented people, we can't hide behind."
The two of them knew Li Han well and knew that he was a good drinker but a very light drinker and would stay far away after a few drinks.
Li Han said calmly: "I got to know so many talented people today, so I should just get drunk before resting."
Sun Chengyi rarely showed a smile and said: "In that case, let's start with Brother Li."
The talented people in the audience suddenly became nervous when they saw that the poems were about to be announced. After all, the three great Confucians held these eight poems in such high esteem that the chosen ones would naturally become famous in one fell swoop. How could this not make these talented people excited and nervous?
Li Han cleared his throat, and then unfolded a roll of rice paper. As the rice paper slowly unfolded, the hearts of the talented people in the audience were already in their throats.
Li Han admired the poems on the paper again, and then said slowly: "First, announce the winning poem of Xin Zuo."
There are eight tables under the stage, named after A, B, C, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin Bao, and Table Xin is the last table.
At this time, the talented people sitting at the table had different expressions, but their heartbeats involuntarily accelerated a lot, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.
Li Han continued: "The poem written by Xin Zhuo is titled Spring Rain. The winning poem is as follows. The light rain in the sky is as moist as crisp, and the color of the grass is invisible from a distance. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital."
When Li Han finished reading this poem, the talented people in the audience immediately became silent. They are all people with outstanding talents and learning. After hearing this poem, they couldn't help but feel excited. They recited it carefully and silently several times in their hearts, and felt that the artistic conception was long.
After a while, someone finally couldn't help but praise loudly, which attracted many talented people to echo. Then they all looked at Xin Zhui, wondering which talented person had such talent to write such a wonderful poem.
The talented people sitting at the Xin table couldn't help but look at each other, but no one stood up.
Li Han thought this man was humble, looked at the talented man at Xin table with a smile, and said with a smile: "Which talented man wrote this poem, please come to the stage to see it now."
No matter how humble a person is, if a great scholar sincerely invites him, he will naturally come to the stage to thank him.
However, after Li Han said this, none of the talented people at Xin table stood up, making the scene extremely embarrassing.
Li Han's face became a little ugly at this time. He repeatedly invited the poet, but the poet did not show up. It was obvious that he was arrogant based on his talent and did not take everyone seriously.
He glanced at the talented people at the Xin table again and found that every talented person seemed at a loss and no one was arrogant.
At this time, Li Han suddenly discovered that Xin Zhuo was missing one person, so he smiled and said, "Where is Xin Zhuo's other talented person?"
Since no one else responded, this poem must have been written by this person, so Li Han asked this question.
At this time, a talented man from Table Xin stood up and said, "Master, there are only nine people at our table."
"Only nine people?" Li Han asked doubtfully.
The talented man nodded and said: "Our table has only nine people since the beginning of the poetry meeting."
"Which of you wrote this poem?"
The nine talented men looked left and right, and finally shook their heads, indicating that this poem was not written by them.
Suddenly, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting became strange. No one claimed such a wonderful work.
Li Han suddenly shouted: "Xiang Liang."
Xiang Liang immediately stepped out from the audience.
Li Han ordered: "Bring me the original poem. I want to see which talented man is so arrogant and unwilling to show up."
After a while, Xiang Liang ran to Li Han with a roll of rice paper and handed it to him with both hands.
Li Han unfolded the rice paper, and Sun Chengyi and Xie Ning'an couldn't help but put their heads to it.
It was this poem written on the rice paper, but although the handwriting was heroic, it was obviously written by a woman.
The three of them were puzzled and looked at the place where the payment was made.
I saw the signature saying:
General's Mansion, Su Shi.
