After much grinding, many people slowly wrote their poems.
A quarter of an hour later.
People gathered in groups and began to deliver hydrangeas to the flower singers on the stage.
Within a moment, the wooden board behind the performers in the stands was covered with hydrangeas.
Among them, Su Meiyu and Huayun have the most~
The maid behind her slowly counted the number and then went to tell Aunt Chun.
After counting the numbers, you should count the poems.
Chunxin Pavilion must have a literary scholar who can identify poems by himself, so a poem can be identified.
And each selected poem will be read once...
The people in the entire hall watched and listened to the "poetic lines" that praised the actress and expressed their feelings~
When some heard that their poems had been selected, they nodded confidently, exchanged a few polite words with the people around them, and then drank a small drink as if they were self-effacing.
Some poems, however, were glanced at, read the name of the poet, and then put down directly.
That means you are not eligible for selection.
In this regard, many people can only shake their heads and sigh, their dreams are shattered~
Even if there are one or two unwilling people, they have no choice but to accept it. After all, there are many talented people present, even if they must take it out and read it.
In the end, it may just be that he is not strong enough to be embarrassed...
Vincent in the stands opened another hydrangea, took out a poem, and read aloud: "The next poem is a work dedicated to Su Meiyu by Cui Xu, a disciple of Hongwen Hall..."
Everyone was excited. They had heard about Cui Xu's talent in Hongwen Hall.
In this capital city, the disciples belonging to the Hongwen Hall lineage are undoubtedly outstanding young scholars, and most of them are highly talented people.
Everyone is admired by everyone when they go out, and they don’t dare to look down upon them~
When Hua Yun heard the Hongwen Hall disciples offering poems to Su Meiyu, jealousy flashed across her charming face, and then she pretended to listen calmly.
Although the hydrangea here is comparable to Su Meiyu, the quality is really hard to say...
Vincent in the stands read aloud: "Beauty is preserved in the spring, and I have no sleep at all during the day."
"I would like to get the sound of poetry and calligraphy, just for my jade heart to hear~"
As soon as the poem fell, the whole hall burst into applause~
"Yes! You are indeed worthy of being a member of the Hongwen Hall. You are really talented!"
"As expected of Mr. Cui!"
"What a poem, what a poem!"
The sentences are beautiful and the text is clear, and the words express the clear meaning.
It is a good poem, worthy of being a disciple of Hongwen Hall!
Cui Xu, who was sitting next to Song Yingcai, suddenly puffed up his chest, his eyes filled with divine light, and he secretly lowered his head, nodding at the glances from around him...
Listening to the praises from the disciples around him, he seemed to be confident of winning, and waved his hands pretending not to care.
"The next song should be a work dedicated to Su Meiyu by Song Yingcai, the son of the Song family..."
At this moment, another good poem suddenly appeared, and Song Yingcai's poem also won everyone's applause.
The eyes looking at Song Yingcai's table were a little more admiring.
At this time, Cui Xu and Song Yingcai glanced in the direction of Tang Sufan and nodded proudly~
It seems that this time there are more poems than them, so I decided on this poem...
Tang Sufan felt a little baffled when he looked at the proud looks Cui Xu and Song Yingcai cast.
But when I saw Song Yingcai at that table, I realized it~
He raised his eyebrows, why is this 'crouching dragon and phoenix chick' here?
Looking at each other, Tang Sufan didn't bother to pay attention.
With this verse in mind, Qin Huaiying should be a sure winner...
After all, none of the poems I memorized is a quatrain that will go down in history.
That's it?
Didn't you get scared last time?
Again, if you want to fight with me, Tang Hua, do you have the strength?
After a while of noise, the next one...
The literary student on the stage continued the procedure.
"The next one is a work dedicated to Hua Yun by Prince Li Chongyi's son..."
Tang Sufan, a table full of people:. . . . . .
Then, everyone at Tang Sufan's table looked at Li Xiaogong at the same time.
Li Xiaogong's face froze, the corner of his mouth twitched and he lowered his head. He quickly picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine and pretended that nothing happened...
In fact, my heart is beating...
Then, he came back to his senses slightly, turned his head, and glared fiercely in a certain direction!
You bitch, if you lose face, let’s see how I deal with you when I get back!
Tang Sufan also held the sweet-scented osmanthus wine to hide his smile.
The father and son met in Chunlou, and they were really impressed...
As for the writers on the stage, according to the rules, they should read the name of the person who presented the poem, and then put those who did not pass the poem aside directly.
But this young prince's status is too high. He read out the name of the visitor and then put it aside. It was really a slap in the face...
Moreover, this young master actually wrote a sentence at the end of the poem, "This young master's work must be announced..."
I have no choice but to save my face. After all, I won’t provoke this young man if he can’t do it...
But after seeing this poem clearly, even the poet who has seen many "shoddy" poems can't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
But this has already begun. With everyone watching, they can only bite the bullet and say one thought...
"I admire you when I see you..."
"I miss you and always dream of you..."
"I don't want it to last forever..."
"I just...just want a good night..."
Wow~
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene turned cold as if frozen...
Phew~
Offstage.
Li Xiaogong spat out the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine with a puff, the shame on his face was beyond words...
It’s so exciting to see and think about it...
Come on, your grandma!
The 'killing' look in Li Xiaogong's eyes was almost blinding...
After all, you can't hide the look in someone's eyes...
After listening to this poem, everyone at the table of Tang Sufan was also confused. They looked at Li Xiaogong's sudden change of expression and said nothing.
Mr. Ling is really a talented person...
If you say that he writes nonsense, it sounds like poetry, but if you really want to say it is poetry, this devilish writing style really creates a genre~
And you only want a good night...
I almost expressed my desire to sleep with you on my face~
At this time, northwest of the lobby.
A young man wearing a brocade patterned robe with oily hair and pink face stood up triumphantly~
Most of them look a bit coquettish...
He shook his head, clasped his fists, and said to the people around him: "I didn't expect that Xiao Wang's poems could also be selected. It's such an honor, such an honor! Hahahaha!"
It's an honor, it's an honor that your grandma has such a good leg!
Everyone's expressions suddenly became embarrassed, but the eldest young master of the county prince's palace, even though he was laughing secretly in his heart, he still refused to mess with him openly.
There were a few rustling sounds of flattery, and Li Chongyi sat down proudly.
Li Chongyi sat in his seat and thought proudly.
It’s worthy of the verses I meditated on all night. I’m really a great talent!
As everyone knows, somewhere in this hall, Li Xiaogong's face turned as black as coal for a moment!
The veins in the hand holding the wine glass almost jumped.
This traitor!
What a shameful traitor!
The Wen Sheng on the stage wanted to avoid the cooling atmosphere and hurriedly recited a few more songs.
after.
One of them is Li Xiaogong's favorite work, and the poem is also excellent.
Moreover, Li Xiaogong only used a pseudonym when traveling around the world, and got through it in a hurry.
There was no 'tick news' like the sudden appearance of the prince and his son in Chunxin Pavilion.
If Li Xiaogong really revealed his identity, then the fun today would be great...
Tang Sufan glanced at the so-called 'little prince' Li Chongyi and chuckled.
Although this second generation is a bit shameless, he is more or less straightforward and lives a free and easy life.
After all, it is not surprising that this kind of poems are compared to those of high-ranking officials and dignitaries who would hire ghostwriters or spend huge sums of money to buy poems. However, this is just a tacit understanding among everyone.
But this Li Chongyi exposed his poems openly, which is much better than those hypocritical people...
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