The old man did not delay and immediately announced the beginning of the poetry test. He had already understood the requirements of the three levels this time.
After hearing this, Master Cui stood up confidently, his eyes full of pride.
"Yan'er, my poem will definitely satisfy you, so just admit defeat!"
This is just a prerequisite, we will get into the situation quickly.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. "
There was no pause for thought, and no emotion brewing. He said it in one breath, and he looked very proud of it.
"How is it? This poem must be better than yours!"
"Old Confucian, my poetry is unparalleled, and it is in line with the current poetry style. I will definitely pass the first test, please make your decision."
After Master Cui finished reading, he said to Mr. Ru that he seemed to have won.
It is true that everyone looked at each other in confusion after listening to this poem, but some knowledgeable people fell into deep thought and nodded their heads for a while.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
The county guard slapped the table, stood up suddenly and shouted loudly. The county magistrate shrank back, showing a helpless look. In fact, this poem sounded very good, and no one could refute it.
And he also cleverly expressed that as a sad person, he was hurt by Yan'er's betrayal, so he naturally placed himself on the side of being pitied.
"Jun Cheng, how are you? My son's poetry is very good!" The county guard slapped the Jun Cheng on the shoulder, laughed loudly, and then turned to the old man and handed over his hand, "Mr. Ru, this poem is wonderful. , Yan'er will never be able to write a more wonderful poem than this, please declare that my son has passed the first level."
The old man nodded. He also thought that this poem was very good, and it was definitely rare in this era. He then looked at Yan'er, as if asking her if she had any better ones. If not, he would have to let Master Cui pass.
However, she met Yan'er's unconvinced gaze, stood up and said angrily: "Although this poem is wonderful, it is not written by him, so it does not count."
After hearing this, Mr. Ru's face became serious, and he turned to look at Master Cui and asked, "Do you take Yan'er's words seriously?"
Master Cui hesitated and wanted to argue, but he seemed to be wrong and couldn't say a word.
"He admitted it without saying a word. In fact, this poem comes from the anthology of Xuan Mo's poems. It was written by Mr. Xuan Mo and he plagiarized it." Yan'er continued, pointing to Master Cui, "Do you think so or not?"
"This" Master Cui's eyes dodge, but the next moment he responded righteously, "So what? Don't forget that you didn't stipulate that you have to write it yourself. You decided to pass the first level with poetry. I'm not Can you pass the level with poetry?"
Yan'er was startled when she heard this. Indeed, she did not set any other restrictions on these three levels, not to mention that the poems must be written by oneself. Without regulations, Master Cui could pass the level if he plagiarized other people's poems.
"Haha! I have nothing to say!" Seeing Yan'er's expression, Master Cui was filled with joy, "Mr. Ru, I hope you can announce quickly that I have passed the first level."
The old man shook his head. If there is no stipulation in advance, it is not enough to cheat. This level should be passed. Just as he was about to announce it, Yan'er's retort came: "No, you haven't passed it yet. This level is my test that you need to pass. If the poem I write is better than yours, you still can’t pass it.”
Everyone listened to it, but some people laughed out loud.
This poem was written by Mr. Xuan Mo. How could anyone else be better than such a masterpiece? Even if Yaner is a talented girl from the East China Sea, the same is true.
The county guard became angry when he heard this. He slapped the desk again and stood up. He pointed at the county magistrate and said, "If you go back on your word, do you know the consequences?" This was an invisible threat, which immediately made the county magistrate shrink back.
He quickly echoed: "It's very, very true. I wonder what the county governor thinks?"
The county guard smiled successfully and said: "As Yan'er said, the poem she wrote must be better than that of my son, otherwise it will be a defeat and my son will pass."
There is another meaning to this. Even if there is a tie, Master Cui will win. This is unfair, but Jun Chengna dares to refute, so he can only signal his daughter with his eyes.
Yan'er secretly glared at her father, but she also blamed herself for not speaking appropriately enough, and regretted it for a moment.
Even though she is a talented woman, she is not sure that she can win Master Cui's poem. In fact, that poem was written by Mr. Xuan Mo, so how can she win? The mantis is just blocking the arm.
Unless Xuan Mo himself comes, no one can compare.
"Yan'er, you'd better admit defeat and let me pass the level! Although you are talented, how can you be as good as Xuan Mo and everyone? Don't waste your time." Master Cui teased, and seemed to have decided on Yan'er.
Yan'er's brows furrowed, as Master Cui said, based on its poetic sentiment, it would be impossible to win, not even if it were possessed by a god.
There are many poems in the Xuan Mo Poetry Anthology. If I recite one of them, I am afraid they will be equally matched and difficult to beat. What should I do? She didn't want to die before leaving the army.
Just when I was at my wits end, something suddenly struck my mind, and the scene from last night came to mind.
That wine, that person, and that sincere feeling seemed to take root in her mind.
She couldn't help but pick up the fine wine that had been prepared on the table and drink it all in one gulp. "When the wine makes you sad, your heart becomes even sadder." She was sad at the moment. When she entered the scene, she immediately felt enlightened.
But it was not enough. After the second prince was drunk, she was so drunk that she forcefully drank the second prince. Her face turned red, she became detached, and even her movements became bizarre.
"Yan'er, what are you doing? If you lose, you lose. Don't be disrespectful." Seeing the urgency, the county magistrate quickly persuaded.
Others did not have such a tone, especially among the people brought by Master Cui who were knowledgeable people, they could not help but feel sarcastic: "What a fool!"
Yan'er ignored it and integrated into herself to her heart's content, and finally blurted out: "When will I be able to drink and sing happily? People laugh at me for being crazy and I am partial to being crazy. There is no way to know that if you have wine, you will eventually get drunk. When you drink wine, you will become more sad."
ah!
When this poem came out, everyone was shocked and left speechless!
Especially in such a situation, drinking, talking nonsense, and not caring about other people's opinions are all sorrows.
How fitting this all is.
Judging from the artistic conception of the poem, it is almost the same as Mr. Cui's poem. However, Mr. Cui's poem only responds to the current situation and is forcibly added, which seems to be artificial. However, Yan'er's poem is completely different. She wrote it completely. Of.
And it seems that I have never heard of this poem before, yes, I just haven’t heard of it.
"When will I be able to sing joyfully while drinking wine? People will laugh at me for being crazy and I will be crazy. There is no way I will eventually get drunk if I drink wine. When drinking wine makes me sad, my heart becomes sad even more. It's so wonderful, especially "When wine makes me sad, my heart becomes sad even more". It's exactly what I meant, haha ! I, Daoxuan Mo, am everyone, and this girl is also extraordinary."
"Wonderful, I declare that this poem is better than that poem. Master Cui cannot pass it."
The old Confucian was so moved by this poem that he stood up and announced excitedly.
Everyone nodded. In fact, this poem also conquered them. It was definitely a masterpiece. Of course, there were dissenters, of course Master Cui. But the Confucian elders had already announced it, could he still refute it?
Then he said angrily: "Humph! So what if you can't pass the level? There are still two levels left. I will definitely win them. Please start the second level!"
(End of chapter)
