"Brother Mao, since Mr. Fang has spoken, let's get started! Brother Mao, please!" Liu Ruyi first saluted Mr. Fang, and then made a gesture of invitation to Mao Pijiang.
"Humph!" Mao Bijiang walked straight towards the open space in front of the high platform without even looking at Liu Ruyi.
A sneer flashed at the corner of Liu Ruyi's mouth, "Brother Mao, you are a world-famous talent from the south of the Yangtze River. My younger brother is just an unknown country boy. How about I invite you first?"
"Huh?" Mao Bijiang frowned. In this moment, he had suffered several big losses from Liu Ruyi. When Liu Ruyi asked him to come first, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
.
He stared at Liu Ruyi's eyes for a long time, then suddenly chuckled and said disdainfully: "As the saying goes, 'There are priorities in learning, and there are specialties in skills!' Little brother, you got this hydrangea first, so you should.
It's up to you to come first! Otherwise, if it spreads, others will think that I am bullying someone small."
"This?" Liu Ruyi subconsciously took a step back with a look of embarrassment on her face.
Mao Pijiang's momentum became even stronger, which further confirmed his own judgment. The young man in front of him was just a little country squire who was a little petty and ignorant of the world! When it came to poetry, how could he compare to those who had read the books of sages?
Compared to yourself?
"What? Are you scared? Haha!" Mao Bijiang glanced at Liu Ruyi contemptuously, "It's okay to be scared. As long as I kowtow to Mao in front of Mr. Fang and all the distinguished guests present and admit my mistake, this matter
That’s all!”
After saying that, he bowed respectfully to Young Master Fang, but his eyes looked directly at the brocade box in Young Master Fang's hand.
"Isn't this young man suffering from stage fright?"
"Hey! It's no wonder! After all, Mao Bijiang has been famous for a long time. If you compete with him in poetry, isn't it asking for trouble? Hey, the young man is still young!"
"It's getting more and more interesting! Haha! Young man, don't lose the face of our Jinan elders!"
Everyone around was talking a lot, and it seemed that there was no need to compete, the outcome had already been decided.
Mr. Fang, on the other hand, said nothing and smiled, as if what happened in the scene had nothing to do with him.
"Brother Mao? Are you sure you want me to come first?" Liu Ruyi looked at Mao Bijiang in horror, as if looking for an excuse to escape!
"Hmph! Mao, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, naturally keeps his word! How can he compare to a villain like you who only pretends to be crazy?" Mao Bijiang snorted coldly, "I regret it now, it's too late!"
"Oh!" Liu Ruyi nodded thoughtfully, "In that case, I'll go first!"
After Liu Ruyi finished speaking, she raised her head high, concentrated her mind, and stood with her hands behind her hands, looking like she was meditating hard.
At this time, everyone in the venue focused their attention on Liu Ruyi and Mao Bijiang. No one noticed that two slim figures had walked in from the edge of the corridor in the corner of the hall.
For a long time, Liu Ruyi still didn't say a word, her brows furrowed, her fair face was already a little red, and dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
"Young man, can you do it? It's almost a stick of incense!" An impatient gentleman next to him couldn't help shouting at the top of his lungs.
Liu Ruyi cupped her hands and said awkwardly: "I'm just thinking about it, don't rush me!"
"Young man, if you can't do it, don't be brave! It's not shameful to kowtow to the imposter to apologize!"
"That's right! He is a great talent after all! If you want to compete in poetry, you have to find someone who is equal to Qi Hu! Why should you be at odds with yourself?"
"..."
Everyone was talking again, but this time, most of them were helping Liu Ruyi find the stairs. After all, Liu Ruyi was also from Shandong, and no one wanted him to lose face in their own territory.
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In a corner of the hall, a slim girl held the arm of a charming woman tightly and said worriedly: "Auntie, isn't this bullying? Why didn't dad stop them?"
The charming woman who was called "Auntie" by the girl gently brushed her hair on her forehead and chuckled, "What? Xin'er, didn't you say that he is young and promising and resourceful? What if he is so young?
If you can't get through it, how can you be worthy of our hearts' Dharma eyes?"
"Auntie! What they said is... Oh! Forget it, I'll ignore you!" After the girl finished speaking, she let go of the charming woman's arm angrily, and her rosy little mouth pursed.
"Haha! Isn't Auntie teasing you? Xin'er, don't worry too much. This young man is very thoughtful. I'm afraid that that impudent young man is not his opponent!" The charming woman looked really angry at the girl.
Yes, he quickly explained softly.
"Ah? Really? Auntie?" The girl looked hopefully at the young man in the field.
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At this time, in the middle of the hall, Liu Ruyi was still frowning and pacing back and forth, but his steps were frivolous, as if he was extremely nervous.
"Boy, are you okay? Don't waste the precious time of all the distinguished guests and everyone!" After this moment, Mao Bijiang already had a clue in his mind. He is already a romantic person. This kind of
The pleasant poems came naturally to him. At this time, seeing Liu Ruyi trembling and flustered, he felt an incomparable sense of comfort in his heart. He couldn't help but regain his original temperament and began to sarcastically.
"Yes!"
Liu Ruyi didn't pay attention to Mao Pijiang at the side, but bowed her hands to Mr. Fang, straightened her back, and said with a smile: "Young Master Fang, I have kept you waiting for so long! All the distinguished guests have been waiting for so long! Xiaosheng has already thought of a few things.
The first part is just a little rough, so Xiaosheng polished it and it took a moment. I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry!"
After Liu Ruyi finished speaking, he bowed his hands to everyone!
Mr. Fang glanced at Liu Ruyi thoughtfully, smiled slightly, and said boldly: "In that case, let's get started! Let me wait and appreciate the literary talent of this talented man from Shandong!"
"yes!"
Liu Ruyi didn't say much, walked straight back to the center of the field, raised her head high, stood with her hands behind her back, and said slowly: "Where is the most beautiful place in autumn? The lingering west wind leaves the door in white! The shadows of spring swallows in the pond were gone in the past, and now I am haggard and have traces of smoke in the evening.
."
"hiss!"
As soon as these four sentences came out, not only did Mao Bijiang's expression change drastically, but even Young Master Fang couldn't help but take a breath of air!
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Mr. Fang said three "good" words in a row, gave Liu Ruyi a thumbs up and said: "Haha, little brother is really amazing, it makes Fang's eyes light up!"
"What a poem, what a poem! It is free and easy yet heavy, and it is graceful in its desolation! It vividly depicts the sadness of autumn. It is really a good poem! Unexpectedly, unexpectedly! In my land of Qilu, there are such talented people.
The official is unknown!" Song Xuezhu, the censor of the patrol, couldn't help but applaud the case. He was originally jealous of evil and had a forthright and forthright temperament. When he heard these four lines of Liu Ruyi's poem, he couldn't help but stand up.
Yan Jizu, the governor of Shandong, also looked shocked. He gently stroked the long beard on his chin, nodded repeatedly, and seemed to be still intoxicated by the scene in the poem!
The girl in the corner of the hall also had a face full of joy, and her eyes looking at Liu Ruyi became softer and softer, even with a hint of admiration!
The charming woman next to her also looked at Liu Ruyi in the court with a little surprise. She was just trying to comfort the girl, but she didn't expect that the young man in the court would actually bring her such a surprise!
"Little brother, if Fang Mou guessed correctly, this is only the upper half of the palace, right? If little brother thinks highly of Fang Mou, then don't hide your secrets and share the lower half of the palace with Fang Mou and all the distinguished guests. How about
?" Mr. Fang looked at Liu Ruyi with a smile, his eyes showing no concealment of admiration!
"Young Master Fang loves you so much! It's true!" Liu Ruyi bowed her hands in front of Young Master Fang and said with a smile, "If that's the case, then this young man is showing off his embarrassment!"
Mr. Fang smiled and nodded, and everyone around him also cheered!
Liu Ruyi bowed to everyone, and then slowly said: "I am worried about being on the road, singing the song of Huang Cong, dreaming of Wuye Village in the south of the Yangtze River. Don't listen to the wind playing the flute three times, it is always difficult to talk about the sadness of Yuguan!"
As soon as these four sentences came out, there was silence in the venue, no one was talking, as if they were all immersed in the artistic conception of the poem!
For a moment, Song Xuezhu, the censor of the patrol, patted his thigh, grabbed the wine bottle on the table, drank several large gulps of wine, and said to Yan Jizu, the governor of Shandong next to him: "Take your brother, rope him."
Brother, what a great talent! What a great talent! Unexpectedly, under our rule, there are such great talents!"
Yan Jizu also kept nodding his head, "Yes, what Brother Song said is absolutely true! As soon as this poem came out, those who agreed would be like carps crossing the river! Unexpectedly, unexpectedly! This boy is so young, and he already has a bit of a master's demeanor!
I'm afraid it won't be difficult for him to get the top spot in the imperial examination next year!"
Everyone at the same table nodded and looked at Liu Ruyi with admiration!
Not only in the Ming Dynasty, but also in the history of ancient civilization in my country, if there is a talented person in a local area who has talent, knowledge, and excellent works, after reporting to the court, the entire local officials will be given extra points, and even some great talents will be awarded. It is not impossible to join the officialdom directly without going through the imperial examination. Therefore, all the dignitaries at the main table will look at Liu Ruyi with admiration!
To take a step back, these people are all literati, so they are in a good mood when they can hear such beautiful words!
At this time, everyone in the venue was applauding Liu Ruyi's masterpiece and talking about it, but there was one exception!
Mao Bijiang's face was pale and he looked at Liu Ruyi beside him in disbelief. He was a talented man, so he could naturally weigh the weight of Liu Ruyi's poem. He originally thought that Liu Ruyi was just a limerick at most, and he could just write it casually.
Pressing him down, I didn't expect that things would turn out like this!
"No, no! This must be plagiarism! It must be plagiarism! This ignorant country boy, how could he make such a masterpiece! My lords and distinguished guests, this is plagiarism, it is plagiarism!" Mao Bijiang had already
I lost my mind and couldn't help shouting loudly!
"Plagiarism?" Mr. Fang glanced at Mao Bijiang with disgust, "Why didn't Fang remember that he had read this poem? Everyone, what about you?"
"Never! Never heard of it!"
"I've never heard of it either! Brother Wang, what about you?"
"No, absolutely never heard of it!"
At this time, Song Xuezhu also came to the venue. Looking at Mao Bijiang who was like a shrew, he couldn't help but frowned and said dissatisfied: "Young master? You are also a person of status, how can you be so heartless?
?Still you look down on my Shandong talents?"
Song Xuezhu had long been dissatisfied with Mao Pijiang. Not to mention arrogant and arrogant, he didn't even have the stomach for a talented person and couldn't tolerate others being even half as good as him. How was this different from a street shrew?
His words were extremely vicious, and he unknowingly put a big hat on Mao Bijiang's head.
"Students don't dare, sir, you..." Mao Bijiang had already lost his sense of proportion, but he quickly reacted and wanted to make up for it, but it was too late!
Mr. Fang also stood up, nodded to Song Xuezhu, and then said to everyone: "Everyone, according to Fang, the winner has been decided. Do you think it is necessary to continue the competition?"
"What Mr. Fang said is true! Let's not compare! That talented man from the south of the Yangtze River is going to act up again!"
"It's all up to Young Master Fang!"
Everyone agreed.
Mr. Fang nodded and said to the high platform: "Master Chun, what do you think?"
"But Young Master Fang makes the decision! The slave family has no objection!" The voice of 'Chun Yu Slave', as clear as an oriole, came from the high platform, which made everyone feel itchy.
"Haha! Okay, okay! Fang is also lucky enough to meet another young talent! Come on, give this pearl to this young master!" Mr. Fang laughed.
"Yes!" A tall servant next to Mr. Fang took the brocade box from Mr. Fang's hand and handed it to Liu Ruyi respectfully.
"Thank you Mr. Fang for your kindness!" Liu Ruyi bowed and said with a smile.
"Haha! It doesn't matter!" Mr. Fang smiled and waved his hand.
The venue was filled with joy, leaving only Mao Bijiang with a dumb look on his face, slumped on the ground!