The words of the old man with white temples made everyone remember that there had been rumors in the city that Tang Ji had bought poems and plagiarized them.
Tang Ji knew that he would be questioned when he wrote the poem "Broken Arrangement", but he liked the poem very much, so he thought of the reason very early, and explained: "Old sir, you can eat whatever you want, but you can eat whatever you want.
Don’t talk nonsense. You also said that I am only 30 years old and have never been to the frontier fortress. Naturally, I cannot experience the frontier fortress customs. The inspiration for this poem comes from an old man I knew before. He has worked hard for the country all his life.
, it’s a pity that he is getting older and has regrets in his heart, so he told me his life experience. I wrote this poem from the perspective of this old man, so it shouldn’t be considered stealing, right?”
Hearing this, many talented people in the building nodded. The poems Tang Ji wrote before were not something he could have written at his age. However, everyone could not find any evidence that he plagiarized, so they could only believe that his ability to empathize was very good.
Qiang, couldn't help but cast an envious look.
"You..." After hearing the explanation, the old man with white temples wanted to say something, but was speechless.
Another judge on the side tugged on his sleeve, motioned for the white-haired old man to sit down, and then asked: "Then this "Liangzhou Ci" is also what the old man saw and heard?"
"No, "Liangzhou Ci" is a imaginary scene in my mind." Tang Ji replied calmly.
Nonsense, if the writing background of these two poems were put together, it is estimated that neither Xin Qiji nor Wang Han would spare themselves!
Hearing this, the judge holding "Liangzhou Ci" in his hand shook his head and sighed: "I heard that Mr. Tang's poems were outstanding and his writing was brilliant. I thought it was an exaggeration by the world, but now it seems that he is an old man with short knowledge."
Tang Ji's face turned red. If it weren't for the memories of later generations, he probably would have been able to recite Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts". He shook his head, cupped his hands and replied: "I don't dare, I don't dare. I'll ask a few judges."
Sir, please continue to rate."
Subsequently, after discussion among several elders, every word of this poem was given an "A-top" rating.
Finally, there was Jiang Ran's poem "Song of Snow". After reading it, the old man with white temples murmured: "Although the words are not gorgeous, they are relatively flat, the sentences are neat, and the artistic conception is well created. This poem "Song of Snow" is almost
What do you think?"
"Hahaha, although Miss Jiang's poem is not as good as Mr. Tang's, it can still be considered a masterpiece."
"Old man Peng, among all of you here, can anyone compare with Tang Ji? Miss Jiang is already very good at writing such poems. She is indistinguishable from Liu Shier and can be rated as 'A'."
"I have no objection!"
"..."
In this way, several people finally gave Jiang Ran's poem an "A" grade.
Not long after, the final ranking of the six teams of friends came to Xue Ritian. He glanced at it twice and saw that the result was as he expected. The corner of his mouth raised: "Okay, after the judgment of our five judges, the final winner will be selected.
It's Mr. Tang Ji and Miss Jiang Ran."
Tang Ji looked indifferent. He had just learned the content of the poem she wrote from Jiang Ran. The poem "Song of Snow" shows a woman standing outside the door holding an umbrella waiting for her sweetheart. After the sweetheart returns, the two of them meet again.
The scenes of playing and chatting in the courtyard are generally pretty good, and with the foreshadowing of his own two poems, the first place is definitely guaranteed!
"Okay, congratulations to Mr. Tang and Miss Jiang for getting our rings. Don't be sad to everyone else. We will have other gifts to give you later." Xue Ritian said with a smile and put the two silver rings into the wooden box.
He wanted to hand it to Tang Ji.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the audience: "Jianghai Chamber of Commerce is a good trick. They took out a silver ring worth a thousand taels and finally won it by their own family. They didn't need to spend money and earned enough reputation."
, kill two birds with one stone, admire, admire!”
In an instant, everyone in the audience looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw Bai Lu sitting on a chair drinking hot tea.
"Can't afford it?" Tang Ji murmured, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he was the one who couldn't afford it. After all, what he was carrying casually was an eternal song, but the pair of silver rings were originally his and there was no way he would give them away.
If you want to blame others, let’s blame Yue Shuhua.
Xue Ritian didn't have a good look on his face. He frowned with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Bai, my Jianghai Chamber of Commerce family has a great business. There is no need to destroy our own sign for a thousand taels of silver. Please be careful in your words and deeds."
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"Really?" Bai Lu chuckled, put the tea cup on the table, and walked slowly towards the round platform: "Isn't it possible that your store tampered with the title and asked Mr. Tang to prepare poems in advance? Otherwise, how could a normal person do this?
You wrote two poems in such a short period of time, and they are both excellent works? Or are you saying that the five literary and Confucian judges were bribed by you?"
Hearing his words, the old man with white temples standing behind the long table stood up instantly: "Bai Lu, we all judge poems fairly and impartially, and there is no such thing as bribery. If you dare to talk nonsense again and ruin our reputation,
Be careful, I will sue you to the government!"
Bai Lu raised his head disapprovingly and flipped his long hair: "You know whether there is any problem behind this."
"You..." Xue Ritian was about to get angry, but Tang Ji stopped him.
"What do you want, Mr. Bai?" Tang Ji asked calmly.
Bai Lu turned his attention to Tang Ji and curled his lips: "It's very simple. I'll set the question. If you can still answer good sentences without thinking like before, I, Bai Lu, will obey you, Huai."
The best talent in the state!"
Although he did not see the two poems written by the other party, Tang Ji's previous six poems were indeed at the pinnacle of contemporary poetry, so it was not surprising at all that he could write good frontier poems, but he never believed that someone could write such a poem.
He wrote two masterpieces in such a short period of time. If he had enough time to prepare, he might not be able to compete with his opponent.
Seeing the tense posture between the two people on the stage, many scholars and talented people also became nervous.
Tang Ji narrowed his eyes slightly. For the sake of his reputation and that of the Jianghai Chamber of Commerce, and in order not to waste time, he raised his hand and made a "please" gesture: "Okay, please give me a question!"
Bai Lu suddenly raised his head. He didn't expect that Tang Ji would really dare to challenge him, but he quickly adjusted his breathing and said calmly: "To prevent anyone from saying that I bully Mr. Tang, we will give you a stick of incense just like we do to poems."
Time to consider.”
"Okay, don't waste time, come up with the questions." Tang Ji said bluntly.
This sentence once again made everyone in the audience sigh. Some people said that Tang Ji was too arrogant, while others thought that he had the capital to be arrogant.
Bai Lu clenched his silver teeth, frowned slightly, thought for a while and then said: "Mountains and rivers!"
He didn't know what kind of poetry Tang Ji was good at writing, so he directly mentioned a type of poetry that the other party had never written before, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, waiting for the other party's next words.
After listening to the title, the audience turned their attention to Tang Ji again. Just when they wanted to bet on when he could recite the poem, the latter spoke directly.
"Mountains and rivers? The solitary smoke in the desert, the sun setting in the long river, how about it?" Tang Ji replied while stroking his chin. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he added: "You said you only wanted good sentences, but you didn't say you wanted the full text. What's wrong? You're not satisfied.
?How about being at the top of the mountain and seeing all the small mountains? Or do you like to fly down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way has fallen into the sky?"
Hearing this, Bai Lu was stunned on the spot. After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head and looked at him, and said in a daze: "You, you are not a human being."