Daqin: Qin Shihuang can hear my heart

Chapter 555
Confucianism did not delay, and immediately announced the beginning of the poetry test.He had already understood the requirements of the three levels this time.

Hearing this, Young Master Cui stood up confidently, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"Yan'er, my poem is absolutely satisfying to you, so just admit defeat obediently!"

This is just a premise, and it will enter the state soon.

"If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan.

Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change. "

There was no gap in thinking, let alone any emotional brewing, and he said it in one breath, and he was proud of it.

"How is it? This poem must be better than yours!"

"Confucianism, my poems are unmatched by anyone, and they are more in line with the current style of poetry. I will definitely pass the first test, please decide."

After young master Cui finished his reading, he told the elder Confucianism that it seemed that he had already won.

It is true that everyone looked at each other in blank dismay when they heard this poem, but some scholars fell into deep thought and nodded after a while.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

The county guard slapped the desk, stood up suddenly and shouted loudly, and the county magistrate flinched, showing a look of helplessness. In fact, this poem sounds very good, and no one can refute it.

And it also cleverly stated that as a sad person, he was hurt by Yan'er's betrayal, and he naturally put himself on the side of being pitiful.

"Juncheng, how is it? My son's poetry is very good!" The county guard slammed Juncheng on the shoulder, laughed haha, and turned his head to hand over to the old man, "Mr. Ru, this poem is wonderful. It is absolutely impossible for Yan'er to write a better poem than this. Please also announce that my son has passed the first test."

Elder Confucian nodded, he also thought this poem was very good, it was absolutely rare in the past few years, so he looked at Yan'er, as if asking her if she had a better one, if not, he would have to let Young Master Cui pass the test.

But met with unconvinced eyes from Lai Yan'er, she got up and said angrily: "Although this poem is wonderful, it is not written by him, so it doesn't count."

Elder Confucian's expression turned serious when he heard that, he turned to look at Young Master Cui, and asked, "Are you serious about Yan'er's words?"

Young Master Cui hesitated and wanted to argue, but he seemed to be at a loss, so he couldn't say a word.

"He admitted it without saying a word. In fact, this poem comes from Xuan Mo's anthology, which was written by Mr. Xuan Mo. He plagiarized it." Yan'er continued, pointing to Young Master Cui, "Do you think so?"

"This..." Young Master Cui's eyes dodged, but the next moment he responded righteously, "So what? Don't forget that you don't have a rule that you have to do it yourself. What you set is to pass the first level with poetry. Isn't it clear for me to rely on poetry?"

Yan'er was startled when she heard that, indeed, she didn't set any other restrictions for these three levels, let alone the poems must be written by herself, there is no rule, so Young Master Cui can pass the level even if he plagiarizes other people's poems.

"Haha! I have nothing to say!" Seeing Yan'er's expression, Young Master Cui was overjoyed, "Old Ru, I hope you will announce quickly that I have passed the first level."

The old Confucian shook his head. If there is no regulation in advance, it is not enough to cheat. This pass is supposed to be passed, but when he was about to announce it, Yaner retorted: "No, you haven't passed it yet. This test is for you to pass my test. If my poems are better than yours, you still won't pass."

Everyone listened logically, but some people laughed out loud.

This poem was written by Mr. Xuan Mo, so who can compare it to everyone else's work?It's the same even if Yan'er is a talented woman from Donghai.

The sheriff was furious when he heard this, and stood up again, pointing at the magistrate, and said, "If you go back on your word, you know the consequences?" This was an invisible threat, which immediately made the magistrate shrink back.

Quickly echoed: "Extremely extreme, I don't know what the county guard thinks?"

The sheriff smiled and said: "As Yan'er said, the poems she writes must be better than my son's, otherwise she will lose, and my son will pass the test."

This statement has another meaning, even if there is a tie, Young Master Cui will win, which is unfair, but Jun Chengna dared to refute, so he could only show his daughter with his eyes.

Yan'er secretly gave her father an angry look, but she also blamed herself for not being appropriate enough, and she regretted it for a while.

Even though she is a talented woman, she is not sure of winning the poem of Young Master Cui. In fact, that poem was written by Mr. Xuan Mo, so how can she win it?The praying mantis is just blocking the arm.

Unless Xuan Mo himself came, no one could compare with him.

"Yan'er, you still have to admit defeat and let me pass the level! Although you are talented, how can you be as good as everyone in Xuanmo, don't waste your time." Young Master Cui teased, as if Yan'er was already settled.

Yan'er frowned, just as Young Master Cui said, according to his poetic sentiments, it is absolutely impossible to win, even if a god is possessed.

There are still quite a few poems in Xuan Mo's anthology, if you read one, I'm afraid it's evenly matched, and it's hard to win, what should I do?She doesn't want to die before she leaves school.

Just when I was at a loss, my heart suddenly moved, and the scene of last night came to my mind.

That wine, that person, that heartfelt love seemed to take root in her mind.

She couldn't help but drank the good wine that had been prepared on the desk, "Wine makes me sad and sad." At this moment, she was sad, and when she entered the situation, she immediately felt a sense of enlightenment.

But it wasn't enough, the second jue drank, and she, who was too strong to drink, forcibly poured it into the second jue, blushing, detached, and even her movements became bizarre.

"Yan'er, what are you doing? If you lose, you lose. Don't lose your manners." Seeing this, the magistrate was anxious and quickly persuaded him.

Others did not have such a tone, especially among the people brought by Young Master Cui who were educated, they couldn't help being ironic: "Foolish!"

Yan'er didn't care about it, and blended into herself to the fullest, and finally blurted out: "When will there be wine to sing and sing, people will laugh at me and I will be crazy. There is no way that you will get drunk after drinking, and you will be more sad when you drink."

Ah!
When this poem came out, everyone was shocked and clicked their tongues!

Especially in such a situation, drinking, talking nonsense, and not caring about everyone's evaluation, there is worry among worries.

How fitting it all is.

Judging from the artistic conception of the poem, it is almost the same as Young Master Cui's poems, but Young Master Cui's poems are only adapted to the current situation, and they are added forcibly, which seems artificial, but Yan'er's is completely different, she wrote it completely from the outside world.

And it seems that I have never heard of this poem, yes, I have never heard of it.

"When will there be wine and singing, people will laugh at me and I will be crazy. There is no way to get drunk at the end of the day, and the sorrow will be even more sorrowful when the wine is in the heart. Wonderful, especially "the sorrow in the wine is more sorrowful".

"Wonderful, I declare that this poem is better than the other, and Young Master Cui cannot pass the level."

Confucianism was moved by this poem, so he stood up and announced excitedly.

Everyone nodded. In fact, this poem also conquered them. It is definitely a masterpiece. Of course, there are also those who dissatisfy. Of course, it is Young Master Cui, but the Confucian elders have announced it. Can he still refute it?

Then he said angrily: "Hmph! So what if you can't pass the level, there are two more levels, I will win, please start the second level!"

(End of this chapter)