Fan Zicheng made a gesture of invitation and said to Hu Yanzhan: "In this case, I won't be polite. Mr. Hou, please wait patiently. I will write for everyone to listen first. Brother Shilin, please prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
His friend Xu Shilin immediately prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstones. Hu Yanzhan smiled and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hou, I'll write a poem first."
Hou Yichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking that you are too scheming, so he could only say: "Write it first."
Hu Yanzhan wrote on the paper and said at the same time: "The plum blossoms are so proud of their beauty. The queen of snow chases me and laughs at me for being busy. I break off a hanging bamboo stick and carry the fragrance everywhere when I return."
“What a poem!”
"OK!"
Everyone never expected that Hu Yanzhan would write such a poem just a moment after the question came out. He was really Mr. Bailian, a child prodigy in Yizhou. Of course, they themselves said that he once cultivated himself in the mountains and happened to write a poem about it.
A poem about plum blossoms, but I didn’t expect that the three judges happened to give a poem about plum blossoms.
This is his luck. But even so, the poem by Mr. Huyan is also a masterpiece, and everyone has to praise it, especially the first sentence "The plum blossoms are proud of the crowd." It is really confident and proud, which attracts
The students from the south, whose morale was originally low, suddenly straightened up and boosted their morale.
Hou Yichen was immediately disturbed by the other party's voice. After he heard Hu Yanzhan's "Plum Blossoms" clearly, the draft in his mind was also messed up. After all, Hu Yanzhan's "Plum Blossoms" was so good. What he was thinking and doing,
He was no match for "Zhemei". So he held the brush and stared directly at it, but for a long time he couldn't write a single word.
Others were anxious and started talking, but at this time Hu Yanzhan reminded: "Everyone, Mr. Hou is writing a poem. We need everyone to be quiet and cooperate. Please don't disturb." Everyone immediately shut up and said nothing, but when they saw
Both of them smiled confidently, while the other had his head buried in sorrow. They knew that there was no need to compete in this competition. Whether it was in terms of talent, ability, eloquence, magnanimity, scheming, or reflection, Mr. Huyan won by no means.
suspense.
Hou Yichen bravely wrote a poem and handed it to Tantai Baoxin. Tantai Baoxin handed it to Fan Zicheng. Fan Zicheng said: "Please ask Mr. Sanchi to read it to everyone, and I will wait for the three of them to make a judgment."
Tantai Baoxin immediately read: "There is a plum tree in front of Baiyu Hall. Today, I can see several flowers blooming. Several doors are closed. How can I get in the spring scenery?"
Everyone immediately frowned. This poem was no match for "Plum Blossom". There was no need to continue the competition, and there was no need for the three adults to rebel. So they all looked at the three adults.
Fan Zicheng glanced at the other two, and then said: "Hu Yanzhan wins."
Rong Yanzhang said: "Hu Yanzhan is even better."
Zhang Hanlin said: "Hu Yanzhan."
All the southern students suddenly cheered, while the northern students were crestfallen. They never expected that they would be beaten so hard by the southern students that they could not hold their heads up for the first time. If the two poems were equally matched, they would still be able to shout a few words, and even the referee would be biased.
, what a pity
Everyone has heard that "Torture" by Hu Yanzhan, a southern student, is indeed better than "Plum Blossom" by Hou Yichen. You can't talk nonsense with your eyes, right? Moreover, the three referees also immediately made a ruling. It is indeed Hu Yanzhan's "Plum Blossom".
Zhan's poems are even better.
The southern students won the first time and cheered. They quickly wrote the second note and handed it over. At the same time, the northern students also sent the note. Tantai Baoxin waited for the third piece of paper.
After a few words, he announced: "Second game—Longdu student Ye Aniu."
"Who is Ye A Niu?"
"Yes, isn't he the Tenth Young Master?"
"This is strange. I thought they would continue to send the Tenth Young Master."
At this time, a beautiful young man with extremely beautiful appearance appeared in front of everyone. He was short in stature and walked out confidently, fanning himself. Prince Hou Yichen immediately gave up his seat to him. Ye Aniu paused slightly and looked at him indifferently.
The southern students were attacked by this beautiful young man, and they immediately looked away in panic, because Ye A Niu was so beautiful, they even felt that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female when looking at Ye A Niu, how could they not panic.
Zhang Xiaowu was also stunned. He couldn't help but shook his head and whispered: "This man looks like this. It would be a waste if he doesn't wear women's clothes."
Shi Zhongqiu said with disgust: "What are you thinking about? Maybe you like men."
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Shut up."
Shi Zhongqiu pouted and said, "I know you don't like women."
"You don't like women."
"Then why are you still staring at Ye A Niu?"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Aren't you curious? This person is like a person jumping out of a stone. Is there a person named Ye Aniu participating in the imperial examination this year?"
Shi Zhongqiu said: "You don't care whether they take part in the imperial examination or not. Maybe they represent northern students?"
Zhang Xiaowu shook his head and said: "With such a shameful name, he must not be a disciple of the gentry, but if he is not a disciple of the gentry, why do Hou Yichen and others respect him so much? So I judge that Ye Aniu's name is fake, and I even doubt that - he
This person is also fake."
Shi Zhongqiu said: "You see, everyone is fake."
Zhang Xiaowu said: "I have very good eyesight. Even from such a long distance, I can see that he has no Adam's apple."
Shi Zhongqiu was immediately surprised and said: "You mean, he is a woman?"
Zhang Xiaowu smiled faintly and did not comment.
At this time, Tantai Baoxin continued to read: "Yangzhou, Han Sanhu."
"Topic, food."
Everyone had a headache. These three bachelors could really make fun of people. Why did they come up with such a topic? It was about food. Writing about food is simple but not easy. For most civilian students, they need to go to the fields while studying.
Half-farming work
Half-reading, but for gentry disciples, they do not need to farm and study. Naturally, tenants will grow food for them. Therefore, this question is obviously more beneficial to civilian students. People looked at Han Sanhu one after another, thinking that this person should be a commoner.
Be born.
Unexpectedly, Han Sanhu was embarrassed. Although he was from the south, his family was a wealthy man in the south, and his family was engaged in big business. He had been rich and well-dressed since he was a child, and had almost no farming experience. Until now, he even divided wheat and rice.
I don’t know, let alone the food.
Ye Aniu smiled indifferently and came to the table calmly. After contemplating for a moment, he picked up the pen and finished it in one go. Then Hou Yichen handed the poem to Tantai Baoxin. Tantai Baoxin took a look at it and was shocked, and hurriedly handed it to the three judges.
The three people stood up after reading it and couldn't help but say: "What a poem, what a poem, what a poem!"
Everyone felt itchy when they heard the sound, but fortunately, Tantai Baoxin immediately read aloud: "The saint works in the field, and the common people are like grains. The country's customs are frugal and honest, and people have enough to feed their families. A man plows a few ridges, and wanderers gather like clouds. 1
The silkworms spin out a few threads, and the silkworms are like mountains. If peace does not exist by itself, how can there be disaster and famine? The gods of Shennong and Houji should weep."