Came behind a group of people.
Gu Lan glanced inside and saw that in the circle surrounded by people, two young people were writing something on two desks.
One is wearing white clothes and the other is wearing black clothes, which looks quite a bit superior.
The onlookers all looked excited, staring unblinkingly at the paper the two men were writing on.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Gu Lan asked a scholar next to him.
"Poetry competition, this is the most iconic activity in the literary association. Friends are reunited with poems, and everyone judges the winner... Is this your first time here, brother, and you don't even know about this?"
"Well...it's indeed my first time here!"
Damn, he was treated like a country bumpkin as soon as he opened his mouth... Gu Lan felt ashamed and simply looked inside in silence.
At this time.
The Juren in black who was watching suddenly stopped writing, and showed the written paper with a smile to all the Juren for viewing.
"In Lu Jing, Xiajiangzhou, I have written a five-character article for all my classmates to review and correct!"
He finished speaking.
Everyone stretched their necks and looked inside.
Of course, Gu Lan's spiritual thoughts also followed him at the same time, and he could clearly see the words on the paper.
Forehead......
How should I put it, if compared with any of the three hundred poems I copied.
Can't say it's unsatisfactory.
All I can say is nothing!
This world's understanding of ancient poetry is far less than what one can see by standing on the shoulders of giant Gu Lan!
Even the crooked calligraphy doesn't look as comfortable as the ones in previous Chinese textbooks.
but.
Although the writing is indeed a bit bad, Gu Lan will not be the first to correct others, but will continue to stand behind and watch.
Anyway, today I just came to join in the fun and eat melon.
Not surprisingly.
After everyone finished reading the poem by Juren in Black, they couldn't help but clapped their hands and cheered!
"What a poem! The diction is gorgeous and erudite!"
"Good poetry, good poetry, worthy of being Brother Lu Jing of Jiangzhou Jieyuan. It seems that Brother Lu Jing will have a place in the next Tianji Literary List!"
"That's not necessarily true! The man in white next to him is Brother Ren Hai, our Jieyuan Lang in Huangzhou this year. His poetry skills should be on par with Brother Lu Jing!"
"..."
A bunch of people are bragging about their hometown.
At this time.
A somewhat familiar guy approached Gu Lan, poked his collar and said with a smile: "Master Gu Lan, you are our Langzhou Jieyuan, why don't you go and compete with these two later?"
Gu Lan glanced over.
It turned out that when he first came to the capital, he went to Miaoyin Pavilion with Wei Zhi and met a fellow countryman Juren at the dinner table.
He looks thin and short, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
"who are you?"
Gu Lan asked calmly.
The attitude was not enthusiastic.
Because he could clearly capture the fleeting look of jealousy in this guy's eyes!
That night, Gu Lan entered the oiran's Xiangge Pavilion, and he couldn't rule out the possibility that he would be noticed by these sour scholars.
Now you are encouraging yourself to step forward, maybe because you want to see yourself lose and make a fool of yourself.
"My classmate from Langzhou, Zhang Yuan, Qiu Wei is temporarily below you... I didn't see Xie Yuanlang's style that night, so I want to see him together today."
The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth curled up.
In fact, he was jealous of Gu Lan as early as when Qiu Wei released the results.
After arriving in the capital, I wanted to know what real talents this guy had!
Stealing his position as Jie Yuan, he also blatantly slept with the most beautiful woman in the capital!
Now that we meet him at a cultural gathering, of course we will praise him.
I really want to see Gu Lan lose completely!
Who would have guessed.
He finished introducing himself.
Gu Lan was not moved at all, he just smiled lightly and said:
"It turns out to be Brother Zhang. Since Brother Zhang is the second best in Langzhou Qiuwei, let's go up first. If we lose, I will go up... If Brother Zhang can defeat them, what's the point of me going up? "
Zhang Yuan was stunned after hearing this!
His face suddenly turned ugly!
Anyone can hear the sarcasm behind Gu Lan's words!
Yes, Erjia should be a pawn for Jieyuan Toujia!
If he, Zhang Yuan, the second best player, could win, then wouldn't Gu Lan, the dignified Jie Yuan, win even more without any pressure?
And after a few words.
Gu Lan returned the favor intact.
Zhang Yuan felt aggrieved and panicked, and even more dissatisfied!
But I couldn’t find a word to refute it!
"It's boring."
Gu Lan shook his head and ignored the clown who was in a daze.
I really feel that this fighting poem is boring!
All the poems written by Xie Yuanlang from various places are limericks, which seem to be full of rhetoric, but in fact have no logic at all!
Compared with Tang poetry and Song lyrics, it is impossible to be elegant.
Gu Lan took Zhong Ren away from here.
At this time.
There was a roar of applause at a ring next door.
Gu Lan raised his eyes and glanced around. There were two martial arts students on the ring, fighting each other back and forth.
I heard from the candidates in the audience that there seemed to be not enough space in the martial arts palace next door, so coming to the Literature Palace to compete was also an eye-opener for the civil examination candidates.
"Brother Gu, what kind of juggling are they doing?"
Zhongren tugged at the corner of Gu Lan's clothes and asked seriously in a low voice.
Gu Lan hasn't answered yet.
These words were heard by several martial arts people around, and they looked this way with displeasure!
Seeing that it was a child, they looked at each other for a while.
In the end, I didn’t have the nerve to embarrass myself.
only.
What they don't know is!
Even the most powerful martial arts masters among them couldn't withstand the power of this innocent-looking child's punch!
Wang Jing said it was a sideshow, but in fact it was already flattering.
"It's not a sideshow, but it's almost the same. Let's go see something else to give you some knowledge."
Gu Lan explained patiently.
The two of them came to a place where scholars gathered together.
This time it’s not a poem about separate pen and ink, but a reciprocal exchange of words between you and me.
There was also a table set up among the crowd.
There was wine and a few taels of broken silver on the table.
The rules to listen to them are:
Everyone in the crowd can come up with a riddle, and others will answer it. If it's right, you can take away the silver as a lottery, if it's wrong, you'll have to drink a bowl of wine!
"Brother, this place is busier than those places just now!"
Zhong Ren saw some people arguing over a few taels of silver, and his face turned red. In the end, he had no choice but to drink wine as a penalty, and couldn't help but say to Gu Lan.
"Then let's take a look here. Do you have this kind of guessing game in Tianji Pavilion?" Gu Lan asked softly.
"Guess the word?"
Zhong Ren thought about it seriously, shook his head and said, "If we want to know, we can calculate it directly."
Gu Lan was speechless for a while!
Okay, I guess this word is indeed a bit insulting to Tianji Pavilion. You are still simple and rude!
At this time.
Someone in the crowd asked a question loudly, which made all the candidates present look at it!
"Brothers, I have a question: at the end of the year, there is no shortage of fish and rice!"
It was said by a fat man.
Then he smiled and put a piece of silver on the table in front of him.
Everyone listened to his riddle, but their eyes fell on the silver. Everyone frowned and began to think deeply!
Follow the next moment.
Among the silent crowd, Zhong Ren’s childish voice was particularly clear:
"Brother, is it scales?"
