Since Zhao Jin had spoken, this matter was a foregone conclusion. Although Yu Jin was a little reluctant, he followed the public into Changting to prepare for the so-called competition. ⊙

Fortunately, there were many celebrities in Yuyao, and the infrastructure was good. The long pavilion we bid farewell was very unique. There were also many stone benches outside the long pavilion. There were hundreds of students in total, so they sat down without having to sit on the ground. This pose was a bit like lectures.

After Zhao Jin sat up, Magistrate Xu smiled and said, "Sir, please give me questions to all students."

Zhao Jin did not refuse and nodded gently. He is the oldest and has the highest status here, so he must be the only one who can ask questions.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Jin quickly made up his mind and said to the eager students with a smile: "The place is narrow and there is no preparation, so I will spare you if I write a poem. Well, this is a Changting Pavilion. If you meet the scenery, I will give it to the Changting Pavilion as the title."

After saying that, someone took out a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone and said, "This is a set of four treasures of the study, which is considered a lottery. Whoever thinks it depends on their ability."

Save to Changting?

The ancients had many poems of farewell, such as Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of Yuan Dynasty in Anxi", Wang Changling's "Sending the Xin Jian on Furong Tower", Cen Shen's "Sending the White Snow Song to Send Judge Wu's Return to Beijing", Li Bai's "Sending the Friends", Wang Bo's "Sending the Du Shaofu to Residence in Shuzhou", etc., are all old themes, but Zhao Jin added a little new idea, which was limited to sending him to Changting.

As soon as this subject came out, the students immediately lowered their heads and thought about whether they could startle Naruto and whether they could win the favor of Lord Zhao. It depends on whether they could make a stunning poem.

Everyone was thinking about poetry, but Yu Jin was staring at the four treasures of the study, which were the first to be the first to be. When he saw the inkstone, he was amazed and his saliva was almost flowing.

It is Taoyan.

Yu Jin later saw a Tao inkstone, which was the same material as the ones Zhao Jin took out, but the shape was somewhat different. This Tao inkstone is not simple. It has the characteristics of green stone color, elegant and rare, hard and thin, crystal clear as jade, and it is silent when buckled, and can produce water droplets, which can produce ink quickly without damage, and store ink for a long time without drying up. It is highly sought after.

Since its fame in the Tang Dynasty, Laokeng Taoyan has always been a royal literary tyrant and only a wealthy businessman can possess it.

The prince’s gift is naturally not bad, which represents the decency of the royal family.

This inkstone alone costs at least a hundred taels of silver, and it was given by the prince. If these words are engraved on the inkstone, it will be worth hundreds of gold. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is worth hundreds of gold.

The second-rank senior official is the second-rank senior official. He is very generous in his actions. This lottery is extremely rich and meaningful, so many students' eyes shine. In order to write a good poem, their scalp is almost scratched.

Although Yu Jin was a little jealous, he didn't think about it, because at his own level, he couldn't even think about it, so he simply didn't think about it. If you think too much, it would be a waste of brain cells.

If he had no money, Yu Jin wanted to fight, but he was very rich and did not value these lottery tickets very much.

A person who is already the target of public criticism is even more jealous and hateful. Besides, he joined the Jinyiwei and served as a secret agent. This job is of a special nature and requires himself not to attract attention.

Forget it, just be a spectator.

It is not difficult to bid farewell to the long pavilion, but the difficulty is that it is difficult to write well and write out new ideas.

However, this is not difficult for the students in Yuyao. Zhao Jin only drank half a cup of tea and someone prepared it.

It's Xie An.

"Uncle Zhao, my nephew has already obtained a clumsy work, and I want to ask Uncle Zhao for some advice." Xie An walked forward and said respectfully.

"Oh, so fast? He is so talented and quick-witted." Zhao Jin praised, and then smiled and said, "My nephew only knows what he wants."

"My nephew obeys the order."

Xie An glanced at Yu Jin with some provocation, his eyes were full of disdain, and then he coughed coquettishly, attracting everyone's attention, and then he recited the poem he had just written:

"The snow on the side of the Changting Road has not melted, and parting Yiyi is crying and jealous.

When my heart is warm, I feel the spring cold and the pearl curtain is rolled up but I feel the cold.

Although there is no gift to the willows in the cold winter, tenderness turns into speechlessness.

If he wants to meet you, the two places are already tens of millions away."

After reciting a poem, the scene suddenly became quiet. Even outsiders like Yu Jin also felt that this poem was good. Xie An was known as the rising star of the Dongshan Xie clan and a famous talent in Yuyao. It was indeed not a good-looking lamp.

Zhao Jin gently put down the teacup in his hand, nodded, and praised: "No, not bad, good, one of the two places is separated by tens of millions of times. One sentence expresses the profound meaning of other words. This poem can be used as a top-notch."

"Well, it's good, the artistic conception is beautiful, and the poems are smooth," County Magistrate Xu also echoed: "The most rare thing is that it took only half a cup of tea to make it. Zhong'an, you have made it better than before the year."

Hearing the praise of the two adults, Xie An was in a great mood, but he kept holding on to it and didn't show it. However, he reacted quickly and immediately saluted Zhao Jin and Xu County Magistrate. While saluting, he said modestly: "The two adults are acclaim. Yuyao is full of talents. Where can I get the power of a boy? This poem is just a piece of bricks and jade."

"Haha, modest and polite, quick-witted. It seems that the Xie clan is about to have a character again." Zhao Jin smiled and said to the students: "You have any new works, just recite them, we can discuss them together."

After saying that, I looked at Yu Jin intentionally or unintentionally. Unfortunately, the legendary "Brother Chujian" kept lowering his head. I don't know if he was thinking or being distracted, but it seemed that he was out of tune.

What a throwing brick to attract jade? This poem is written so well that it is the first to read it, and even those who are poorly written are embarrassed to say it. The students are a little depressed, but they are not easy to say it.

After waiting for a while, a student named Yao Lin chanted his masterpiece loudly:

Ten miles long pavilions are ten miles long, and outside the pavilions is a foreign land.

The stranger faces the mountains and rivers of the mountains and rivers, and the lonely pillows are talking about the desolation every night.

"It's okay, if you add more hardship, you will definitely improve." Zhao Jin nodded and gave a fair evaluation.

The idea of ​​this poem is good and has a sense of artistic conception, but it seems a bit narrow and niche. It is suitable to send people who travel far away from home, but it is a bit far-fetched to send friends.

If you say goodbye to someone and the person wants to return to his hometown, then the second sentence is inappropriate.

Yao Lin's face turned red, and he immediately lowered his head to express his gratitude, and promised to follow Lord Zhao's instructions. Zhao Jin naturally encouraged him a few more words.

With these two people taking the lead, the remaining students became enthusiastic and recited their own poems, such as "Broken willows and gifts to friends, and sending old friends to friends in the long pavilion" and "The clouds in the long pavilion are clear, and I'll send you another journey" and read them one after another. Some are mediocre, some are a little innovative, but unfortunately, the works that have not appeared that have made Zhao Jin's eyes shine.

First, his taste is too high, and second, he is determined to do so. Those students are not prepared and have to hurry up, so the quality is difficult to guarantee.

The Ming Dynasty could not be compared with the Tang and Song dynasties. The main reason is that most students focus on the eight-legged essay. Some people say that in the Ming Dynasty, poetry was the props that added icing on the cake, and eight-legged essay was the stepping stone to wealth, so it was difficult to have the glory of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Before we knew it, most of the students present read their own works, and only a small number of them were still scratching their heads, and some were so anxious that their faces turned red.

What surprised Zhao Jin and Xie An was that Yu Jin had not written a poem yet.

When Magistrate Xu saw the students who were so anxious that his face was blushing and had not yet taken out the poem, he knew that some of them were slow to warm up. Besides, it took more than an hour before and after that. Everyone from Zhao's mansion came to urge him, and he smiled and said, "Sir, the time is almost the same. Why not start evaluating which one is the best."

Zhao Jin nodded and said, "Well, it's not bad. I guess some students are nervous for a while or lack inspiration. We won't wait and start evaluating."

Xie An was anxious when he heard this. Yu Jin had not written a poem yet. This guy who had been lucky enough to guess was that he was just a person who was seeking fame and without any ink. Humph, it just made him look ugly and ruined his reputation.

"Uncle Zhao, so many people can stop doing it at this time, but there is one person who cannot stop doing it. Why don't we wait?" Xie An said with a smile.

"Oh, which one?" Zhao Jin said in confusion.

Xie An pointed Yu Jin, who was hiding in the crowd: "It's what my uncle said that he first met Brother. Others can't do it, but Brother Yu definitely can't do it. We are still waiting to appreciate his masterpiece."

Damn, do you pull yourself into the water again?

Yu Jin shook his head quickly and said, "Sorry, Yu is a little uninspired and has no inspiration recently, so I won't take it out and show it to be ugly."

"No, Brother Yu is so arrogant."

"That's right, Lord Zhao has named it. Don't you give Lord Zhao a face?"

"Yes, yes, others can be lazy, but Brother Yu must let us read your masterpiece."

"First meet, your reputation has spread to the capital. This matter cannot make you willful."

"Mr. Zhao is willing to support his juniors, this is a good opportunity."

Everyone said everything they said, but they refused to let Yu Jin go, which was the consequence of the public target.

Although Ma Ning, who was standing next to Yu Jin, did not write a poem, everyone ignored him.

Zhao Jin also laughed and looked at Yu Jin and joked: "It is hard to refuse your kindness, and it is hard to disobey all your lives. If you don't show it for the first time, I won't let you go."

Han Yi, but unexpectedly, the Dangdai Zuodu Censor said this, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to leave.

It's too domineering, but unfortunately, I don't have the courage and capital to challenge myself and I am determined to write poetry, but this level is also funny. Even the limerick is not enough to make up a poem, which is so embarrassing, and Xie An, who is beside me, refuses to let him go.

It’s okay if you roll your eyes, but you still ignite the fire from time to time. When you see that face, you want to suck it.

Suddenly, Yu Jin's mind flashed, and he quickly had an idea in his heart. He walked to Zhao Jin and bowed and said, "Sir, the student has an unselfish request."

"Oh, let's talk." Zhao Jin was easy to talk.

Except for the time he scolded County Magistrate Xu when he met, Zhao Jin was always kind and happy the rest of the time.

Yu Jin said, "Students didn't think of good poems for a while. I'm really ashamed. Adults, why don't students sing a song for you instead."
Chapter completed!