Noticing Tang Ji's movements, the other men participating in the competition stopped thinking about it and quickly picked up their pens to write on the long scroll to prevent the second man from finishing the second song and then continuing to write the third one, in which case they would really have no chance of winning.
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Soon after, several people stopped writing one after another and each completed their own work.
Xue Ritian's sallow cheeks were filled with a bright smile, and he stepped forward and said: "Okay, next, the men and women will switch places."
Soon, the two sides exchanged positions. Jiang Ran's eyes fell on the two frontier fortress poems written by Tang Jigang. Halfway through reading them, he slightly opened his lips in surprise. He couldn't help but look up at him and said to himself: "Your
Is it true that the attainment of poetry is just like what is said in the outside world, and the poem is completed as soon as you put pen to paper?"
While she was thinking wildly, the maid who was holding the wooden box came up again to draw out the questions for the men.
After Tang Ji opened the note, his eyes suddenly lit up, but the next second he scratched his head in confusion: "How should I draw this?"
At this time, other people on the stage had already begun to gesture, and their actions made the audience burst into laughter.
"I'm laughing so hard. Look at what the scholar in the middle is doing. Why is he huddled together?"
"The second one is funny. Is he beating his chest to tell the other person that he is angry? But this action is too rude, hahaha!"
"Hey? Why hasn't Tang Ji made any move yet?"
"Who said that? Look, he's moved!"
Immediately, some people's eyes were focused on Tang Ji. He raised a finger towards Jiang Ran, hugged his hands and shuddered. Then he stretched his hands, covered his mouth and yawned.
He stretched out his hand straight out, as if he had found something, and even rubbed his fingers twice.
Everyone looked confused, and one man couldn't help but wonder: "What is Mr. Tang doing?"
"I don't understand!" another person replied.
Li Yu, who was sitting at a table far away and eating pastries, also looked puzzled. He touched his nose and turned to Jiu'er and asked, "What is he doing?"
Jiu'er tried hard to recall Tang Ji's actions, and immediately smiled, showing two dimples: "I know, it's snow. It snowed a few days ago. Mr. Tang would stand under the eaves and stretch out his hand to catch the snowflakes every day when he walked out of the room.
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"What kind of weird habit is this?" Li Yu couldn't help complaining.
Jiu'er could tell, and Jiang Ran on the stage naturally reacted, stroking her lips and snickering, and said calmly: "Snow."
Tang Ji snapped his fingers and gestured "Correct answer", and then winked at Jiang Ran.
Half a month ago, he and Jiang Ran were sitting in the courtyard chatting. At that time, he felt something in his heart and recited two poems, one of which was "Snow Plum", in which "The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow loses the plum blossoms."
"A piece of fragrance" is a famous saying. In other words, they have already won!
Jiang Ran, who was standing opposite, understood what he meant, but after thinking about it, she still shook her head. When the incense time was over, she thought for a while before picking up the pen.
From time to time, the six women also finished writing their own poems.
Next came the moment that touched people's hearts. The six maids collected the dried poems and delivered them to the five literate old men sitting behind the long table behind the round stage.
The first to arrive were two poems by Bai Lu and Liu Shier. One of them, an old man with gray hair on his temples, stared at Bai Lu's "Ming Yue Qing Song" and nodded slightly: "Clear tea invites the bright moon, and the gentle breeze invites good days. Yes, yes
, I have also heard about this Bailu incident. If I could refine my strategy, I wouldn’t have failed the exam. It’s a pity, it’s a pity!”
What Liu Shier wrote was a poem among flowers. After being appreciated by several old people, it was also rated as a good work, and they all got A grades.
On the round stage, Tang Ji walked up to Jiang Ran, helped her straighten her broken hair, and said softly: "You must have not written the song "Snow Plum", right?"
"Well, that's your poem, how can it be named after me?" Jiang Ran replied softly.
Tang Ji sighed: "What's mine is yours."
Just when the two were chatting happily, Liu Shier moved to the two of them in a dignified manner and said politely: "My little lady has met Mr. Tang and Miss Jiang."
Tang Ji didn't say much, just nodded in response.
Out of politeness, Jiang Ran responded politely: "Miss Liu."
Liu Shier did not take Jiang Ran seriously. She focused her eyes on Tang Ji and said with a smile: "Master Tang, do you still remember me? I went to Ji Ran Bookstore to buy "The Peony Pavilion" before. The book was really good-looking, but it was too finished.
It's coming soon. I wonder when the new work will be released? Also, I just saw Mr. Tang write a poem without thinking, and I admire him very much. I wonder when I can talk to him about poetry?"
"I'm sorry, I'm usually very busy and have to take care of my family, Ranran, so I don't have that time." Tang Ji replied casually, turned around and found Li Yu waving to him, holding Jiang Ran's hand: "I guess I won't be able to get out for a while."
Finally, let’s go down and take a rest first.”
After saying this, he took Jiang Ran and walked towards the audience.
Looking at the backs of the two of them, Liu Shier clenched her fists and snorted coldly: "Why are you proud? Even if you are the most talented person, you may not be able to defeat Bai Lu and me!"
As soon as Jiang Ran stepped off the stage, he glanced at Tang Ji and said with a smile: "Why are you busy? You sleep until three o'clock in the morning and don't get up until three o'clock in the morning."
"That's not because I want to take good care of my health so that you can live a happier life after marriage!" Tang Ji replied, not forgetting to raise his eyebrows slightly.
After listening to his words, Jiang Ran's little face turned crimson and she quickly lowered her head: "Big hooligan!"
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From time to time, several old men on the stage also gave scores to the poems of several other people, but most of them were in the B and C categories. Only one poem with a slight artistic conception was given a score of below A. In other words, at present,
Bai Lu and Liu Shier firmly ranked first.
Finally, the maid at the end of the queue placed the three long rolls on the wooden tray on the table, then stepped aside and pinched her sore arm a few times.
The white-haired old man knew that two of the works in front of him were by Tang Ji. He couldn't wait to see how high the poetry attainments of this most talented scholar in Huaizhou were. He immediately opened one of the long scrolls and browsed quickly: "Drunken
I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burned... But, this pity happened in vain?"
Immediately, he stood up and shouted loudly: "Where is Tang Ji?"
When he heard someone calling him, Tang Ji stood up and walked back to the stage, cupped his hands and said, "I wonder what the old gentleman has to say?"
"You are already living in poverty this year, so where did your gray hair come from? Did you steal this poem?" The old man with white hair said bluntly.
Hearing this, everyone standing in the audience stared with big eyes. Some people couldn't help but said: "Why do I feel that this scene seems familiar?"