After the two people on the mountain and the mountain looked at each other, they each wrote their answers on the paper.
Everyone wrote two answers, and then handed one of them to Zhang Fengyi on the mountain.
As for the other copy, for the sake of fairness, the servants were asked to take it to the verandah and make it public to the scholars attending the gathering.
After opening it, the first piece of paper read: "Du Gongbu's "Deng Gao", the best in ancient and modern times."
The second piece of paper read: "Du Fu's "Deng Gao" was not only the best in the Tang Dynasty."
Everyone: "."
Zhang Fengyi, who was presiding over justice, was confused. How could the two answers be almost exactly the same!
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have doubted plagiarism!
What a bastard! With almost the same answers, how can you pretend to be superior? How can you send Lin Tailai's gift out of the country?
Lin Tailai sighed loudly: "I can't believe that Hu Yuanrui's understanding of Tang poetry is as good as mine!"
This is plagiarism meeting originality. Hu Yinglin's judgment on the Seven Laws is so famous, of course he has a good background.
Hu Yinglin on the mountain felt a little uncomfortable. He clutched his chest and was stunned for a long time, in disbelief.
Zhang Fengyi got a little anxious and said again: "It's a tie this time! I'll continue to give the question, it's still Tang poetry!
Which poem do you think is the most buried among Tang poems?"
Zhang Fengyi learned his lesson. Those are the most famous Qi Lv. If the two of them come together, the probability of a collision is not low.
But this kind of gleaning from a sea of poems is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it is basically impossible to overlap.
Professor Lin sneered again and again, I'm afraid you don't know what a cheater is.
The two people wrote out the answers separately, and then, as before, Zhang Fengyi from the mountain and Corridor from the lower mountain each had one.
After opening it, what was written on the first piece of paper was: "Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"."
What was written on the second piece of paper was: "Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"."
What a coincidence this time, all the words are exactly the same!
Everyone in the verandah was in an uproar. Is this a coincidence or something else?
What kind of poem is this that is so highly praised by both Professor Lin and Hu Yuanrui?
The poem "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" was indeed unknown and not well known at this time before it was popularized by "Shi Sou".
Zhang Fengyi, who planned to uphold justice and expel Lin Tailai, felt like he had seen a ghost. No, he really had seen a ghost!
Could it be that this time I went too far and even the ghosts and gods couldn't stand it?
Professor Lin at the foot of the mountain shouted to Zhang Fengyi on the mountain: "It's a tie again!
Mr. Lingxu, you might as well write the questions about the Five Ancients, Five Jue, Five Laws and Seven Jue all in one go!
There is always a question that will definitely help Hu Yuanrui defeat me, Lin Tailai!"
Zhang Fengyi wished she could snatch her second brother's mask and put it on herself, so that others wouldn't see her blushing face!
Suddenly, blood oozed from the corner of Hu Yinglin's mouth, his eyes were closed tightly, and he fell on Zhang Fengyi's body.
Zhang Fengyi quickly supported Hu Yinglin and shouted to the servant at the foot of the mountain: "Go and call Doctor Feng!"
Not long after, Feng Menglong's father was seen rushing out of the bamboo forest where he was hiding, and little Feng Menglong followed closely behind him, carrying a medicine box.
Opportunities always come to those who are prepared, and the Feng family finally got the chance to appear in the literary world.
Out of a humanitarian spirit, Professor Lin, who blocked the rockery, let Feng and his son go up to rescue people.
While Doctor Feng Shu and Feng were rescuing people, it was as if the two armies were paying their dues and withdrawing their troops, temporarily calling it a day.
Zhang Fengyi walked back to the pavilion in shame and said to Wang Shizhen: "It's a disgrace to the mission! You have to bear the great trust!"
Wang Shisu, the second son of leader Wang Lao, said angrily: "It is better to report to the official as early as possible!"
No one on the mountain could comment on this. To be honest, Hu Yinglin, who loved to criticize other people's literary ideas, was quite popular.
The seven famous disciples present today, Wu Guolun, Wang Daoguan, and Feng Shike, were all dissatisfied with Hu Yinglin.
Things have evolved into a literary fight. If we can finally get down from the mountain through a physical fight, then how can we lose the face of all the big guys in the literary world?
However, the old alliance leader Wang sighed leisurely: "It's a pity that the governor's office is in Nanjing for the time being. Otherwise, we could have invited the elite soldiers of the governor's Biao camp to drive away the thieves!"
Then the old alliance leader looked at Jiangnan Patrol Agent Xing Tong who was present and asked, "What do you think?"
Even though the rank of the inspector is low, his power is not much less than that of the governor. The imperial envoy patrolling the sky on behalf of the governor is not a boaster.
Xing Tong pointed to the casual clothes on his body and replied: "I am here today only as a scholar."
If you can't beat Wen Dou, how will you openly rely on power to solve the problem? If word gets out, how will others see you?
Especially the one called King's Capital in Xushuguan can laugh at him for the rest of his life!
If you don't do things like this, if you want to be embarrassed, you can't do it yourself!
Professor Lin at the bottom of the mountain took off the wine gourd from the tip of the gun and drank the wine in small sips accompanied by Sun Lian Lian's pipa music.
If he hadn't been afraid of publicly breaking the law and being sued by the scoundrels present, he would have brought a pack of cooked beef to eat.
"What kind of song do you have? Where did you learn it? Let's sleep together tonight?" Lin Tailai multitasked and asked several questions at the same time.
Sun Lianlian only answered two questions: "Lanling King Breaking the Formation Music compiled by Nujia Pipa Teacher!"
Hearing the words "Lanling King", Lin Tailai sighed with regret:
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Otherwise, I would have asked Mr. You Yu to borrow a ghost mask.
Look at the shape of my big treasure, it can be a big gun or a big spear."
Sun Lianlian counterattacked and said, "You were the one who was covering up first and refused to let me take a ride!"
Professor Lin immediately looked around and talked about it, "Look at this rockery garden, it is quite unique. It only uses a small bridge to communicate with the outside. It can be a quiet place in the bustle."
Sun Lianlian replied: "This form imitates the Canglang Pavilion in Nancheng, which is also isolated from the outside world by a stream."
Lin Tailai was very interested and asked: "Whose hands is Canglang Pavilion now?"
Canglang Pavilion is one of the four major gardens in Suzhou in later generations, ranking only after the Lingering Garden and the Humble Administrator's Garden.
Sun Lianlian lives in the city and is quite familiar with these scenic spots, so she replied:
"On one side of Canglang Pavilion in Nancheng is the Han Shizhong Temple and on the other side is the nunnery. The park should be public land owned by the government and not privately owned."
Public land? Lin Tailai is a little tempted. If it becomes prosperous in the future, it would be quite satisfying to find a way to get this historic park into his own hands at the expense of the public and private interests.
While they were chatting, Hu Yinglin on the mountain was rescued and woke up. With the support of Doctor Feng, he stood up. After all, he was still young.
When Lin Tailai saw this, he shouted: "Don't force yourself, kowtow three times to the mighty water gun, or scold Wang Daoguan in return, even if you have done justice to Qi Shaobao!"
Hu Yinglin's vision suddenly went dark, and he almost fainted again.
Doctor Feng quickly helped Hu Yinglin away, sent him into the pavilion, and asked Hu Yinglin to sit down.
Zhang Fengyi looked at Lu Bu among the people at the bottom of the mountain, and quickly told Doctor Feng: "Don't go down yet, we will need you if we can't save everything on the mountain."
I just heard the man at the bottom of the mountain shouting again: "Lin Tailai is here! If that doesn't work, let's replace him with someone else and take Hu Yuanrui's place to repay Qi Shaobao's justice!"
The old alliance leader remained motionless and sighed: "It's a pity that my younger brother has passed away and my nephew Li Weizhen has not arrived yet! I have only one person here, why should I be afraid of this announcement!"
Then he looked around and asked, "Who can fight?"
For some reason, Feng Shike always felt that the old alliance leader was staring at him from the corner of his eye.
In fact, these two chapters are a long paragraph. To be honest, it is the most nerve-wracking to write some new scenes of literary fighting.
