"In terms of writing poetry, Li Gang is not as good as me!"
Wei Cheng's voice of congratulations was heard loudly in the boat.
The poem Wei Chenghe just wrote was accidentally obtained during a previous trip.
Unexpectedly, I happened to encounter this topic.
That's why he spoke in such a high-profile manner.
Of course, by being so high-profile, he also wanted to attract Master Li's attention.
But Master Li didn't look at Wei Cheng to congratulate him at all, he was still immersed in the poetry just now.
Thinking that I had actually questioned Xu Hanliang, I felt ashamed and ashamed.
Although she didn’t know if Xu Hanliang was the top poet this time, in her eyes, this was already the first of its kind in autumn poetry.
"Shikui, has come out."
Above the red building, a loud voice sounded again.
This caused many talented people to stand up one after another and look up at the Red Building.
Wei Chenghe couldn't help but feel a little excited, wanting to hear the three words "Wei Chenghe" resounding above the West Lake.
"Shikui, Xu Hanliang, "Autumn Day"."
As the sound from the tall building rang out, everyone on the boat felt a little stupid.
There are many talented people who know Xu Hanliang, but there are also many who don't.
After asking each other and learning that Xu Hanliang was actually favored by Miss Shishi, they all fell silent.
On the painting boat of Changshu Academy, a burst of cheers erupted.
You know, Changshu Academy had not heard of Shi Kui being associated with them at a poetry meeting for an unknown amount of time.
Now that Xu Hanliang can win the championship, they are naturally very excited.
Xu Hanliang's expression remained normal, as if nothing had happened.
After all, there is indeed something wrong with Wenzhao Gong.
This poem was not very famous in this era.
But in fact, it came from the mouth of Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty, and was accidentally obtained when later generations collected Tang poems.
During the intervening thousands of years, it was considered lost in the tide of time.
Hearing the congratulations and discussions around him, Xu Hanliang just catered to them casually.
After the poem "Autumn Day" was recited, some talented people who shouted about secret operations shut their mouths.
"Nine Courtyard Poetry Club, second title, ambition."
After the title of the second song came out, everyone became quiet again.
After Wei Chenghe heard this topic, he felt excited again.
Thinking of the limelight that Xu Hanliang had just gained, he felt unhappy.
After Xu Hanliang had had enough wine and food, he immediately picked up his writing brush after hearing this second question.
Seeing this, Master Li quickly began to study ink.
In his opinion, a talent like Xu Hanliang was unique even in Bianliang.
In addition, she also has a good impression of some of Xu Hanliang's behaviors.
She understands her identity. Although she is called an oiran, she is just a plaything.
But the only good thing is that you can choose whose plaything you want to be, at least for now.
When she sat next to Xu Hanliang, she was already ready to be taken advantage of.
But who would have thought that Xu Hanliang was extra respectful and didn't even touch her? Who can refuse Liu Xiahui?
"A scholar is determined to leave his hometown, and he will not return it until he succeeds in his studies."
I wrote down two sentences first, and Master Li studied them secretly.
However, these first two sentences really made Master Li a little disappointed.
It doesn't have the heroic spirit of the first poem at all. It seems to be like a scholar who yearns for fame and goes to Beijing to take the exam.
For scholars in this era, this is the only way to change the trajectory of their lives.
After finishing one sentence, Xu Hanliang dipped his ink and licked his pen and continued to write the following two sentences.
"There is no need for a graveyard to bury the bones. There is no place in life without green hills."
After writing this sentence, the original literati atmosphere was completely gone.
Instead, there was an ambitious general who would rather live in horse leather than make achievements on the battlefield.
The whole poem is still very passionate, but Li Shishi still seems to prefer the first poem to be better.
In the Song Dynasty, which emphasized literature but suppressed martial arts, this kind of poetry would naturally not win the favor of oirans like Li Shishi.
In Li Shishi's view, the best poet in history is Liu Sanbian, even Dongpo layman is much inferior.
However, Xu Hanliang raised the manuscript paper in his hand and waved it twice.
The maid on the side was slightly stunned and quickly walked to Xu Hanliang's side.
"It's written."
Xu Hanliang said softly.
The maid was slightly startled when she heard this. She didn't expect Xu Hanliang to be so fast.
"Sir, it's so fast."
Master Li on the side couldn't help but exclaimed.
Xu Hanliang's hand holding the rice paper couldn't help but pause slightly.
Turning around, he looked at Master Li: "Miss, maybe you can put it another way. The writing is full of thoughts and the writing is like a god."
Hearing Xu Hanliang's words, Master Li was a little puzzled. He wondered if he had said the wrong thing.
Soon, the poems in the hands of the maid were presented on the tables of the mountain chiefs.
"It's Xu Hanliang again, who is he?"
Seeing this familiar name, the headmaster of Tianyi Academy was a little surprised.
Before he finished speaking, Su Yanming's voice had already sounded: "He's just a junior, not worth mentioning. Back in the academy, I just gave him a little hint, but he suddenly became enlightened."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hands with a look of helplessness on his face.
When many mountain chiefs around him heard this, their expressions began to twitch.
"If not, will you introduce this boy to me?"
A mountain chief next to him asked.
"This." Su Yanming was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "This kid insists on staying in our academy, and we won't be able to get rid of him soon."
"Really? I don't believe it. I will talk to that guy after the poetry meeting is over."
The mountain chief shook his head.
"How dare you! It's not easy for a great talent to appear in our Changshu Academy. I will fight to the death with whoever grabs him!"
When Su Yanming heard this, he couldn't hold himself any longer and shouted angrily, blowing his beard and staring.
"This poem is still as brilliant as ever."
The principal of Tianyi Academy picked up the rice paper and praised it.
But the conversation immediately changed: "But I don't like what it conveys. The ambition of a good man should be to be called out at Donghua Gate."
Just this year, Taiwei Tong Guan went to Daliao as an envoy.
Seeing that the day of peace was coming, the leaders and factions in the court were full of joy.
This also gave these academy chiefs their own calculations.
We know that in the coming period, the Peace Party should have the absolute upper hand.
The fighting spirit in this poem is too strong, which is really inconsistent with the current atmosphere.
As he said this, the poem was passed around.
This poem is different from the first poem. Some people like it and some don't.
But in everyone's opinion, this is a good poem.
In the end, I decided to send it upstairs first and let the adults decide.
While talking, the rice paper was already passed upstairs.
But not long after it was passed on, several excited shouts could be heard.
After these cheers stopped, a loud voice could be heard from the third floor.
"The second poem is Shikui, Xu Hanliang, "Xiangguan"!"
The old voice sounded, but everyone was dumbfounded.
Most of the poems of the disciples have not yet been submitted, so how come this leader of poems has appeared?