This straightforward and even impatient look directly made the audience wide-eyed.
Hu Mengying lowered her head, she was very confident about the rest of the young master!
But I really don’t have confidence in writing poetry!
Poetry belongs to literary talent. If you have this talent, you will show up very early!
And the young master is not famous at all in Fu County!
Everything went according to plan, and Yang Wanli looked fair and impartial: "For the sake of a fair period, let's ask the prefect to come up with a question, and let's work together!"
Wang Yuan waved his hand: "Okay!"
Everyone frowned!
As expected of a magistrate, he did not forget to flatter the imperial court at poetry gatherings.
This kind of poem is the most difficult to write!
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If you write too explicit, you will easily be scolded and flattered, and you will lose your literary integrity! If you write too high-minded, the court will give you a cold shoulder; it is not easy to write anyway!
Yang Wanli looked thoughtful, but he was sneering in his heart. He had already composed this poem.
Plan ahead, if he questions Queen Wang Haitian, the prefect must come up with the question!
As long as he asks the government to ask this question, he will be the best in this poetry competition!
But the poem cannot be taken out immediately, otherwise it will look too fake!
"Share the worries of the imperial court?"
Wang Yuan muttered something, stood up with a sad look on his face, and walked to the railing.
Outside the Octagon Building, it started to rain at some point and the ground was wet!
The sky is gray and a bit depressing!
Judging, at the Jinshi seat, some people looked at Wang Yuan, and some looked at the candidates.
Ten breaths had passed, Yang Wanli glanced at Wang Yuan, and was about to take out the poem!
Immediately, Wen Ya, the weakling, lost Wang Haitian's face. Let's see who dares to touch the Yang family's foundation.
Yang Wanli clasped his fists and said, "Master Magistrate, judges, students..."
Snapped!
Wang Yuan slapped his hand on the railing, and a crisp explosion spread throughout the Octagon Tower!
Shen Si Ju Zi was shocked!
Yang Wanli, who presented the poem, became angry: "What are you doing!"
Wang Yuan raised his head and raised his arms, his eyes full of sadness and anger: "He was so angry that he was standing on the railing, and the rain stopped. He looked up and roared to the sky, his heart was strong."
Whoosh!
The whole audience fell silent. This poem started with great momentum and a good layout!
Although it is not yet relevant, many people are looking forward to it!
Yang Wanli was disdainful: "It doesn't matter if you have some courage, it's not like you haven't missed the question! Look at me... ah!"
Wang Yuan's voice suddenly sounded sad: "Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons! Don't wait, your young head will turn gray, it's so sad!"
boom!
A muffled thunder rolled across the sky, and after a moment of silence, the whole place exploded.
Three gentlemen, Wang Haitian, Jiubian, Luan Qing, and Tong Gu, are doing great things on the case!
As they wrote, the four of them burst into tears and their voices started to sob!
For educated people, poetry is just a side story and rarely appears on the stage!
But the word spoke to their hearts!
Yan Xiuxiu, Zhang Han also grabbed the pen and paper prepared on the desk and started writing quickly!
"interesting!"
Even the military commander Xue Pan's eyes lit up, but he still glanced at Hu Mengying and didn't take it too seriously!
Bai Feifei and the woman in purple all looked at Wang Yuan, their eyes suddenly lit up: Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon, these two sentences are so heroic and free, not to mention the subsequent poems, just these two sentences
The sentence has become famous throughout the ages!
Many people were convinced, and even more were stunned!
Among them was Li Sansi, the second uncle who had kept his head down for hundreds of years, fearing that Wang Yuan would find him.