As soon as these words came out, all the scholars present looked at Zhao Hongwei.
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhao Hongwei cleared his throat before continuing.
"On the ground in the courtyard, crows roost in the white trees, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts."
After Zhao Hongwei finished speaking, the eyes of the scholars around him lit up and they nodded silently.
This poem is much better than the previous one in terms of wording and artistic conception, and it can be called a rare masterpiece.
"good."
Fang Zhengru said with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Although it was just two words, Zhao Hongwei was extremely excited at this time.
Even if Liu Siye didn't like Zhao Hongwei, he nodded silently at this time. This poem was indeed well written.
"Has anyone else made it?"
At this time, Fang Zhengru looked at the scholar below and asked.
But no one spoke at this time, and even if they had already done it, they didn't dare to say it out now.
Because Zhao Hongwei’s masterpiece is already here, wouldn’t it be self-defeating to say it now?
Unless you are confident that you can surpass Zhao Hongwei's masterpiece just now, you can only choose to shut up at this time.
Seeing that the people below were silent, Fang Zhengru and Liu Siye both looked at Chen Fan at the side.
However, Chen Fan's heart was not here at all. At this time, Chen Fanyi had already grabbed a pig's trotter and started chewing it.
That mouth is full of oil.
This made Fang Zhengru and Liu Siye frown immediately.
"Chen Fan, you can do it."
Fang Zhengru asked unwillingly.
The scholars around him also looked at Chen Fan expectantly at this time. After all, Chen Fan was very good at pairing before.
Everyone wanted to see if Chen Fan was good at writing poetry.
"I'm sorry, the little one can't compose poetry."
Chen Fan said with a bright smile on his oily mouth.
Chen Fan knew that he would no longer be able to show off his talent in his previous life at this time.
Otherwise, these two might have to tie themselves up and go to the Imperial College.
When the scholars around him heard this, they all showed a look of disappointment.
Fang Zhengru and Liu Siye looked at each other, and then both showed a look of disbelief.
"Chen Fan, you write the story so well and you are so right with the characters. You are simply the pride of our Dongyang County!"
"You said you can't compose poetry. Is that impossible?"
"Or do you not want to compose poetry in front of us scholars and two adults?"
Zhao Hongwei said angrily.
There is a sense in every line of his words that Chen Fan disdains to compose poems in front of Fang Zhengru, Liu Siye and other scholars.
Hearing Zhao Hongwei's words, the scholars below also frowned slightly.
Because Zhao Hongwei’s words are not unreasonable. Is it possible that Chen Fan is so talented that he can’t write poetry?
When Zhao Hongwei saw that his words had an effect, he immediately smiled.
"Chen Fan, Mr. Fang is the emperor's master. Do you think Mr. Fang is not qualified to listen to your poems?"
Zhao Hongwei continued.
A big hat was directly placed on Chen Fan's head.
After Fang Zhengru heard this, he naturally realized that Zhao Hongwei was using the method of provoking generals, so he did not say anything, but even wanted to cooperate.
"Chen Fan, do you look down on me?"
"The emperor didn't dare to say this in front of me back then. Do you think you are more powerful than the emperor?"
Fang Zhengru pretended to be angry and said coldly.
Seeing that Fang Zhengru was dissatisfied with Chen Fan, the smile on Zhao Hongwei's face became even wider.
"Young ones don't dare."
"Then just write a poem, little one! But I hope you two adults and you guys won't laugh at me."
With such a big hat being slapped on his face, Chen Fan could only say helplessly.
What Chen Fan wanted to do was just compose a nonsense poem to deal with it.
But before Chen Fan could speak, Liu Siye on the side had already seen through his mind.
"Chen Fan, if the poems you write cannot satisfy me and Brother Zhengru, then those story books of yours will never become must-read books for the imperial examination."
"On the contrary, I and Brother Zhengru will strongly recommend your story book to become a must-read for the imperial examination."
Liu Siye said threateningly.
After Fang Zhengru heard this, he nodded in approval.
As soon as these words came out, Chen Fanna frowned.
The old man Liu Siye now knows what he cares about.
"Chen Fan, why don't we gamble again."
"If the poem you write exceeds my poem, then you win, if not, you lose."
"do you dare?"
At this time Zhao Hongwei said.
The last time he lost a bet to Chen Fan, Zhao Hongwei was embarrassed in front of the scholars in Dongyang County.
Zhao Hongwei has been looking for opportunities to take revenge.
Seeing Chen Fan being so evasive at this time, he thought that Chen Fan's ability to write poetry was average.
So how could this opportunity be passed up?
"What do you want to bet on?"
Looking at Zhao Hongwei's provocative eyes, Chen Fan asked.
"Whoever loses will bark like a dog in public, and he must imitate it."
"do you dare."
Zhao Hongwei said coldly.
Chen Fan made him lose face last time, and now he wants to make Chen Fan lose face in front of everyone.
The scholars present fell silent when they heard this.
This bet is bigger than the bet at the Talents Conference!
After all, Imperial Master Fang Zhengru is here!
Isn't it self-destructive to bark like a dog in front of him?
"good."
Chen Fan agreed without hesitation.
At this time, Chen Fan knew that he could no longer be humble.
After all, the temptation to read a must-read book for the imperial examination was too great for me.
As for Zhao Hongwei's bet, he wanted to learn how to bark like a dog, how could Chen Fan not let him get his wish?
Hearing Chen Fan agreed, Zhao Hongwei immediately showed expectant eyes.
He even had the image of Chen Fan imitating a dog barking in his mind.
The people around him immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at Chen Fan curiously.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
As soon as the first line of Chen Fan's poem came out, the crowd immediately became very quiet.
Zhao Hongwei looked at Chen Fan with wide eyes in disbelief.
Everyone knows that this sentence alone must be another famous sentence through the ages.
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?"
After Chen Fan said the last two sentences, Fang Zhengru and Liu Siye stood up immediately.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?"
The scholars around him kept reciting the poem Chen Fan had just written.
"What a famous poem through the ages! What a famous poem through the ages!"
"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would be able to hear an eternally famous poem composed on the spot."
"I will die with no regrets."
Fang Zhengru was so excited that he burst into tears and said.
