The Wizard of Medicine

Chapter 255
"This year's jackpot is 1000 taels more!"

"Brother, write well, I like you!"

"I can't, it's up to you."

"In my opinion, it's Miss Jia's jackpot."

"That's not necessarily true, Mr. Gao's level is not bad."

"I think that the poem that Miss Jia asked us to pass on is really good. It is very hopeful to win the first prize."

"The poem is good, but I don't know who the author is."

……

Another bell rang, and Mr. Huang continued: "Everyone, I will announce the rules. Each person can vote for a poem that has been written, or one can be written impromptu on the spot. The voting method this year is different from previous years. It depends on Thanks to Mr. Gao of the Gao family. He provided everyone with a spiritual wall, please take a look."

The curtain behind Huang Lao slowly opened, and a square green crystal wall appeared.

Mr. Huang made a gesture, and a helper put a poem on the crystal wall, and the full text was displayed on the crystal wall.

"Let's look at the right half of the crystal wall again. There are two beams of light. One is green and the other is red. If you agree with this poem, you can press the green button next to you. If you don't agree, press the red button. Now everyone, try it out. Press the green button."

Everyone thought this was a novelty, and they all tried to press the green button.I saw the green pillar on the right side of the crystal wall suddenly raised to a higher height, and the number on it was: 95.

"Yes, there are 95 participants at the scene, all agreeing means 95 votes. OK, reset to zero, and press the red button again. OK, the test is successful. Thank you, Mr. Gao!"

Amid the applause of everyone, the young man in purple beside Yan Zixiu stood up and greeted everyone with a smile. After sitting down, he went to see Miss Jia again.

It turns out that this is Mr. Gao from the Gao Mansion.It's really a kind of love, Yan Zixiu thought to himself.

"Old Huang, what if someone canvasses for votes?" someone shouted from below.

"In addition to the participants, we also have nine judges, and each vote counts for ten votes. It's impossible to pull away all the judges, right?" Mr. Huang said with a smile.

Although there were more than 90 participants in the essay meeting, there were only 30 actual contributors.Most people are self-aware. If they submit a manuscript, many people will dislike or disapprove, and a lot of red votes will not look good.

Yan Zixiu came here to go through the motions. He didn't contribute articles or write on the spot, he only participated in voting.If you see a good one, press the green button, and if you feel average, press the red button.

After a while, a poem by Ms. Jia appeared on the crystal wall: "The deep ice is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles. My heart is like a pine and cypress. How can your love be like it?"

This poem promotes emotion with scenery, and compares heart with things.Yan Zixiu thought it was good, so he voted for it.

There were quite a few people who thought the same as him, and in the end a total of [-] votes in favor were displayed on the crystal wall.

It seems that Ms. Jia is expected to take the first place.

After a while, another poem signed by Gao Yan appeared: "Plum blossoms love snow and don't know it. They bloom in the snow and become infatuated. The heart is broken and three thousand petals are broken. Every piece of fragrance and soul becomes poetry."

Someone below said: "Young Master Gao is really infatuated."

When Yan Zixiu heard it, it turned out that Mr. Gao's name was Gao Yan, and this poem was indeed written by Qingzhong.It's just that it's a bit too feminine for a man to write the word "heart".But forget it, the beauty of adults, vote for it.

As a result, Mr. Gao got [-] votes of approval, exactly the same as Miss Jia's.

After a while, there appeared on the crystal wall——Yan Ziling's "Ode to Plum Blossoms": "There are a few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance."

Who did this?Yan Zixiu looked up, only to see Miss Jia looking at him and smiling slightly.

However, Mr. Gao sitting next to him thought Miss Jia was smiling at him, so he couldn't help but blushed and lowered his head.

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, it's too bad, don't fall into these love affairs.

Many people began to ask, who is Yan Ziling here?Although everyone doesn't know who Yan Ziling is, this poem is really, really good.

The green beam of light on the crystal wall rose rapidly during the hesitation at the beginning, and finally reached ninety votes.

Yan Zixiu took a look and thought, let's vote against it.After all, this is Mr. Wang Anshi's poem, not my own.

Who knew that Ms. Jia had sharp eyes: "Mr. Yan, why are you against yourself?"

Now Yan Zixiu became the focus of the audience. It turned out that he was the author "Yan Ziling".

Mr. Gao realized that, just now Miss Jia smiled at Mr. Yan, and she is hot with a shaved head.

He couldn't help but sized up Mr. Yan who was sitting next to him. Apart from looking good, his clothes were ordinary and there was nothing special about him.Why did Miss Jia fall in love with him?
Yan Zixiu's love for these love affairs is an amateur.At this time, he was a little guilty, and he bowed his hands to his neighbor: "Master Gao, don't get me wrong."

"Mr. Yan, I had a misunderstanding just now, but I don't have a misunderstanding now."

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, this time he was really misunderstood: "Young Master Gao..."

"However, there is one thing to say. Mr. Yan's level of poems about plums is really good. I am amazed and beyond comparison."

……

Ms. Jia, Mr. Gao, and "Yan Ziling" all had [-] votes, which made it difficult for the judges.

According to the level of literature, in fact, it is easy to judge that the poem "Yongmei" is the first in terms of structure and technique.

But the judges are not living in a vacuum. Who can score purely on the level of literature?
Except for Huang Lao, the other judges gave the three people the same score, ninety points.This is similar to the situation in the Shenxiaomen Guqin Challenge.No one is to blame.

Now it depends on the score of the host and chief judge Huang Lao.Whoever he leans towards is No.1.

Huang Lao thought for a while, and each scored [-] points: "Everyone, I think so. Since the three of them have the same score, why not let the three of them compose a song on the spot, what do you think?"

It turned out that he was not playing tricks, but wanted Wenhui to release some new works.He really wanted to play "Yan Ziling" live again.

There was warm applause below.

The literati's desire for excellent cultural works is inconceivable.The Buddha said that all living beings live on food.Spiritual food is also a kind of food.

Ms. Jia and Mr. Gao agreed that they would not write new works, but looked forward to Mr. Yan's masterpiece.

Yan Zixiu saw that the opinions of the public were hard to disobey, thought for a while, and wrote a poem: "Plum snow is fighting for the spring but is not willing to come down, and the poet puts up a pen to comment on it. Mei Xu is three points whiter than snow, but snow loses plum fragrance. "

After reading this poem, Mr. Huang was very excited: "Okay, it fits the occasion, it fits the occasion too."

Some people don't quite understand: "Old Huang, why do you praise this poem for its occasion?"

"Everyone, we are here to comment on who is the first and who is the second, but this poem says that Mei and Xue have their own strengths. Why do we have to distinguish between high and low? Mr. Yan, don't you think so?"

"Yes. Mr. Huang is right. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. I have another poem here: Plum blossoms without snow are not spiritual, and snow without poetry is vulgar. Sunset poems are snowy all day long, and they are written together with plums." It's very spring. Think about it, everyone, what is it like to have only plum blossoms and no snow? What is it like to have plum blossoms and snow without people who appreciate the snow and write poems? What's it like?"

"Okay, well said." Huang Lao took the lead in applauding.

Miss Jia said: "Mr. Yan, you mean that everyone and everything is important, right?"

"Yes. Everyone and everything is equal."

Mr. Gao struggled for a while, and said, "Mr. Yan has a high opinion, and I'm serving as a guest. I, I, I won't argue with you."

Mr. Gao seemed to be making a pun. When Miss Jia heard this, her face flushed and she couldn't help but backed away.

Yan Zixiu was speechless. He felt that Mr. Gao was vague in his speech. Did he not compete for the ranking of poetry, Miss Jia, or both?The problem is, he himself has no intention of arguing against Miss Jia.

But it's hard for him to explain now, otherwise the words will become darker and darker.

　The poems in this chapter were written by ancient and modern authors, and I would like to express my thanks.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)