Women Wearing Men: The Growth Path of the Bastards of the Aristocratic Family

Hearing that Lu Xianzhi called his name first, Ren Yingze took the time to straighten his clothes, cleared his throat in front of everyone, and said slowly, "Then I'll come—Jiangnan Yi, the most memorable is Hangzhou."

Although this sentence is suspected of being flattering, Lu Xianzhi, who is the magistrate of Hangzhou, was still pleased. He stroked his beard with a smile, and looked at Gu Yunji next to him: "What about you, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Yunji thought for a moment, then said: "At sunrise, the river's flowers are more red than fire, and in spring, the river's water is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?"

Lu Xianzhi sighed in admiration: "Classic famous sentence, not bad."

Not to be outdone, Ren Yingze immediately said, "You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus leaves and He Tiantian!"

After finishing speaking, he murmured disapprovingly: "Isn't it just a classic sentence, who can't understand it? Han Yuefu, classic enough?"

Gu Yunji's expression remained unchanged, and he said his next sentence calmly: "It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers fall."

"There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, let's talk about giving a sprig of spring!"

"Dream into Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River, travel all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and never meet Liren!"

"The spring breeze is green on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me!"

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Gu Yunji and Ren Yingze came and went, refusing to give in to each other, and almost immediately answered the next sentence at the same time the other party finished the previous sentence, not only faster and faster, but also more passionate.

The onlookers all stared wide-eyed, held their breath, and did not dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the two who were fully engaged.Therefore, on the open grassland, except for a few subtle birdsongs from a distance, only the two people's ups and downs, majestic and sonorous reciting can be heard.

Ren Yingze's body was tense, his heart was beating like a beating drum, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He stared intently at Gu Yunji's eyes, and uttered the next sentence word by word: "Regardless of smoke and wind and rain, you will never forget your hatred." Guo, Jiang, Nan!"

Feeling Ren Yingze's pressing gaze, Gu Yunji's train of thought was suddenly stuck. He went through all the poems he remembered in his mind, and finally remembered a sentence he hadn't said before, so he blurted out: "September Jiangnan Flowers Hugh, Furong is in Central Continent."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's bodies froze, and the air seemed to freeze.

Someone asked in a low voice: "Which poet is this sentence written by? Why haven't I heard it? Am I too ignorant?"

Others also looked puzzled: "I haven't heard of it either. But since such a good sentence can be written, it shouldn't be unknown, right?"

Hearing everyone's whispering, Gu Yunji cried out inwardly.This is a poem written by Wen Zhengming, one of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River in the previous life.From the reactions of others, we can see that there is probably no such person in this era.

Gu Yunji had no choice but to cough lightly as if to cover up, and explained: "This is a sentence I saw in a collection of anonymous poems. The poet's name is Wen Bi."

Ren Yingze sneered and said, "Wenbi? Why didn't I know this person? It's still an anthology of unnamed poems, it sounds like it has no basis at all. I'm afraid you didn't just make up some nonsense!"

Su Qi glared angrily: "'September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River will rest, and the lotus will turn around in Zhongzhou', such a good sentence, can you give me a try?"

Ren Yingze was choked immediately, and was about to refute, but saw Lu Xianzhi made a stop gesture: "Okay, okay, don't argue anymore, this sentence is fine, let's continue."

The magistrate had already spoken, Ren Yingze didn't dare to continue pestering, after giving Gu Yunji a unwilling look, he continued to recite the poem.

The farther to the back, the less verses are left, and because of being interrupted just now, Gu Yunji's train of thought has become a little sluggish, and for a while, he couldn't remember which verses he didn't say.

Seeing that the hourglass was about to run out, Gu Yunji had no choice but to say an unsure sentence: "Wu Nong is only suitable for Jiangnan elders, and the red branches in the snow are early."

Everyone was silent again.

After a while, Lu Xianzhi asked suspiciously, "Is this what you saw in that unnamed poetry collection?"

Gu Yunji bit the bullet and said, "Yes. The poet's name is Xu Mingxia."

It's enough to use this rhetoric once, and now it's coming again.Hearing what he said, everyone looked in disbelief.Lu Xianzhi didn't say anything, and raised his chin to signal the two of them: "Continue."

After four or five rounds, Gu Yunji scored three times: "The black magpie in the moonlight looks faintly in the south of the river, and Shen Zhi in Xianglan is heartbroken."

This time there was no need for others to ask questions, he said very consciously: "It's still the work in that book of poems, the author's name is... Shi Weicun."

Over and over again, Ren Yingze finally couldn't hold it anymore, and slammed the table: "Gu Yunji, are you kidding me? Why can an anthology of anonymous poems include so many works I haven't heard before? Why are you only allowed to read it alone? arrive?"

The onlookers also murmured in low voices: "This is the third time. I don't believe that Gu Yunji read it from some collection of poems. I'm afraid he didn't make it himself?"

"It's already agreed that the flying flower order is to memorize poems. Why is he composing poems? To compare Ren Yingze, so that he can show off? This is too utilitarian."

"Not necessarily, I think Gu Yunji has always been very stable and humble, not such a flamboyant person, it's really strange."

Zhao Feng, the academic officer, snorted coldly, and said to Xu Chengyu with a half-smile: "Xu Shanzhang really took in a good student. He is quick in writing and thoughtful, and has a beautiful chest. It makes my dull grandson look dull. .”

Hearing this, Xu Chengyu took a deep look at Gu Yunji and remained silent.

It's over, now everyone thinks that I have premeditated, intentionally compose poems during the poem reciting session, so as to show off my literary talents and compare Ren Yingze.Gu Yunji thought desperately.

After a while, he took a deep breath, and hesitated to say: "Uh... you can see that the styles of these poems are so different. It's really not a poem I wrote on the spot. I just can't think of anything else, so I..."

"Okay, you don't need to talk about Mr. Gu." Lu Xianzhi interrupted, "Young people, it's normal to be a little arrogant. The hourglass has leaked out, the game is over, and Mr. Ren didn't answer the last sentence. So This time the Flying Flower Order, Gu Yunji of Luxi Academy wins!"

Regardless of the process, the result is good anyway.Hearing this, the students of Luxi Academy immediately cheered.

"Junior Brother Gu, I didn't realize that you still have research on poetry!"

"Not to mention anything else, just the three poems written by Junior Brother Gu. The lines are neat, the rhetoric is gorgeous, and the charm is long. It's really a good poem! It should be passed down through the ages!"

This is a famous work that has been passed down for a hundred years, can it be bad?Hearing the compliments from the people around him, Gu Yunji couldn't feel happy at all, so he could only pull a far-fetched smile on the corner of his mouth.

Regardless of whether Gu Yunji intended to show off his literary talents, Ren Yingze lost the game and was ashamed.Having stumbled at his hands twice in a row, Ren Yingze no longer had the courage to take the initiative to challenge, and after giving Gu Yunji a long-distance hateful look, he walked away in a huff.

Outside the crowd, Lu Xianzhi looked at Gu Yunji, who was surrounded by him, and said meaningfully to Xu Chengyu beside him: "At such a young age, Gu Yunji has such a splendid literary thinking, he can be called a genius. However, he is still a little impetuous and loves to show off. , Mr. Xu needs to sharpen his life."

Xu Chengyu's expression was unclear, and he said lightly: "What your lord said is, the old man will definitely teach him well."