first minister

Chapter 21 The crushing with dignity

Yong Qiu.

Several great scholars on the stage sighed in their hearts.

If you can draw something like loyalty to the emperor and words of ambition, and then publish a famous article, it may become a good story for a while.

No matter how bad it is, being homesick can still make the concubine De concubine take a high look.

But he actually smoked Yong Qiu.

No way, we can't all come up with a topic.

Anyway, as long as a famous article can be published, it is considered very good.

Compared with the complicated thoughts of the great Confucianists above, the scholars below are all thinking in their hearts, if they get this question, what poems can they pay for it.

After much deliberation, they are all those moods of loneliness, bleakness, and loneliness.

"I don't know what kind of masterpiece Mr. Zhongming can write."

"That's right, there are countless excellent works of predecessors in the work of four seasons, and it may not be easy to innovate."

"After all these years, don't you guys understand a truth? You can always trust Mr. Zheng!"

Everyone was discussing, and in the restaurant beside him, Old Master Yun looked at Master Su and said, "Brother Zicheng, how do you feel now?"

Su Shidao looked down intently, "As long as there is a passable poem, I will accept this apprentice!"

Old Master Yun smiled playfully, "You, who want to be a master, don't think highly of him, so who else can think highly of him?"

Su Shidao sighed, "It's not that I don't like it, but that Zheng Tianyu is not someone who has a reputation for fame, but has proved his superior strength on many key occasions. Xia Jingyun is no match. Don't blame him. On the contrary, being able to fight with Zheng Tianyu to become what he is now is already enough to be proud of."

While speaking, Zheng Tianyu moved. He walked slowly, tapped his palm with his right hand, and chanted:
"It's not inevitable that the autumn air will be sad, but the light cold is just the heaven."

As soon as the first two sentences come out, it makes people feel refreshed.

To break the question from such an angle?

Instead of writing about the desolation and desolation, a sentence of "light coldness" is just lovely.

Anyone who has some cultural background in it is slightly shocked.

Then Zheng Tianyu continued to read: "The green pool is completely covered with red leaves, and the lotus leaves are still open to the smallest money."

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"As expected of Mr. Zheng!"

"Good poems, good poems! When you write autumn from this angle, it is as high as a mountain!"

"Sure enough, I have lived up to our expectations. Mr. Zheng is still the forever trustworthy Mr. Zheng!"

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Zeng Jimin, who had been calm and silent, sighed softly, Xia Jingyun was in trouble.

There is nothing wrong with Zheng Tianyu's poem, and the idea is novel, the artistic conception is open-minded, and the description is also vivid and interesting. It is almost impossible to surpass it with an on-the-spot poem.

And the poem he wrote before can only be overshadowed by this poem.

Thinking of this, Zeng Jimin felt somewhat depressed and powerless.

Zheng Tianyu is indeed a big mountain in front of everyone in Sishui Prefecture!

Beside him, a trace of resentment flashed in Lin Feibai's eyes, Zheng Tianyu, Zheng Tianyu, can't you die outside?

You have to come and compete with me for this Wenkui!
In front of Zheng Tianyu's poem, his previous poem was naturally powerless to contend.

Even if he contacted him back and forth, exhausted all the agencies and spent a lot of money, this Wen Kui finally fell into the hands of Zheng Tianyu.

At this moment, Xia Jingyun smiled slightly, "I didn't expect that in Your Excellency's heart, autumn could be so lively and vivid."

Zheng Tianyu has the winning ticket in his hands, and he has completely restored his previous confidence and ease, "All seasons have their own fun, just wait for me to find out."

"It's just a coincidence, in my heart, autumn is also not so gloomy and desolate."

Xia Jingyun waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Since ancient times, every autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring!"

After listening to the previous sentence, everyone who still wanted to scold him for plagiarizing his ideas was stunned.

hiss!
This sentence is quite bold!

Xia Jingyun didn't keep them waiting, and pointed to the sky above his head, "In the clear sky, a crane rowing above the clouds will bring poetry to the blue sky!"

Everyone felt as if they were struck by a thunderbolt, and they only felt a broad and lofty aura, rushing straight to their chests and abdomen, following the crane in the clear sky, moving up the clouds, and wandering above the high and distant blue sky.

Unconstrained and unconstrained, wanton madness!
It is also good to write about autumn, this poem is obviously more open-minded and vigorous than Zheng Tianyu's previous poems, and the artistic conception is also more lofty.

"it is good!"

Many people subconsciously called out, and then suddenly froze.

Then, the silence gradually spread, and the scene became dead silent in an instant.

Because, that means a problem.

Zheng Tianyu lost?
Zheng Tianyu actually lost?
This kid is Wen Kui?
and many more!

Not only that!
There are four rounds in total. In the first round, the two tied, and in the next three rounds, Mr. Zheng lost?
Everyone thought that guessing crossword puzzles was the only thing the other party could compare with Mr. Zheng, but it turned out that was the only thing Mr. Zheng could compare with the other party?

Or is it just comparable, not comparable?

Is this person really an unknown person?

Could it be Mr. Qin, the number one son in the world in Zhongjing City, pretending to be him?
Xu Dapeng sat on the seat with shock written all over his face, didn't you come to watch the fun?

Why did Zheng Tianyu fall to the ground with a single slap!

Is it bragging to go get a Wenkui with what you said before?

Then you said that you can sleep with the oiran for free, is it true?
There was a stunned atmosphere below. In the restaurant, the three middle-aged men in gold and silver were also dumbfounded. They never thought that they could witness such a miraculous scene.

The recognized No. [-] son of Sishui Prefecture, Zheng Tianyu, the son of Jianning prefect who is capable of writing and martial arts, arrived amidst the cheers of the crowd. He picked a random person, but he didn't win a single level, and he lost completely in the poem he was most proud of.

Feng Xiuyun stretched out her hand and gently pressed her chest. Even through the thick cushion, she could feel her heart pounding uncontrollably.

He actually did it?

What the hell is this freak?

Three or five days ago, he was a convicted laborer struggling to survive in a labor camp, but now he can beat Zheng Tianyu, who is famous in Surabaya, in poetry?
She suddenly remembered that in the past, some seniors met some talented scholars or generals by chance, and there were also wonderful things about being married out of the palace and becoming wives.

That myself?
She had always been unsmiling and decisive in the palace, suddenly Xia Fei's cheeks became hot.

"Hahahahaha! You really are a genius! You really are a genius!"

"Poetry and calligraphy are all short-term choices. This kind of talent, you have to start quickly! If you are slow, you will be snatched away!"

Old Master Yun and Su Shidao blushed and smiled happily.

Holding the wine glass, Su Shidao said, "As soon as the cranes lined up on the clouds in the clear sky, the poetry will be drawn to the blue sky. Good poems, good poems, and great spirit! I have waited for many years, and finally I have waited for such a student! This life is not in vain!"

Old Master Yun thinks it is, "I see him as neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor overbearing, with an outstanding state of mind, but when he should show his sharpness, he shows his sharpness. His future is limitless!"

He felt sincerely, and quietly moved another extremely deep thought in his heart.

Huakui Ningbing's maid had a look of regret mixed with enjoyment, "Girl, it was such a good show. I didn't expect Mr. Zheng to lose."

Miss Ning Bing still had an indifferent expression, "Small question, Mr. Zheng is still the most outstanding among these young masters in Sishui Prefecture. Remember to find someone to send the post to him in a while. Let's go, the show is over, business should come after the show, let's go back."

"Yes."

After speaking, the master and servant put on their veils and hats and left, leaving only the fragrance in the room.

On the high platform, the four great Confucian scholars got up together, gathered together, and began to discuss.

Everyone didn't urge them, they all knew that they were discussing the merits of the two poems, judging whether one was good or bad, because it obviously involved Wen Kui's affiliation, so they were more cautious, and no longer decided by one person like before.

Although, there is no suspense about this ownership.

After a while, the four great scholars sat back.

Looking at the field, you let me, I let you, and finally a great scholar in the middle said: "Both the two talents have good poems, and this essay will add a lot of glory to it. It is also a battle between dragons and tigers, and it is a beautiful thing in the literary world. Although there is no second in writing, there is a difference in quality. Since we want to choose the top writer this time, we have to judge the quality of these two excellent works."

He pondered and said: "This Xia Gaoyang's poem is broad-minded, lofty, bold and straightforward, and it is indeed a momentary choice."

"However, its conception borrowed from Zheng Zhongming's poetry. And Zheng Zhongming's works are only slightly inferior to it. Therefore, in our comprehensive evaluation, the winner of the two is Zheng Zhongming!"

Xia Jingyun's complexion changed, he suddenly raised his head, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Amidst the sudden loud exclamation, Feng Xiuyun frowned, and said angrily, "You bastard!"

Old Master Yun's complexion changed, and he patted the table, "Damn it for what you said!"

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