Chunxiang Tower is still the same as before, with its attractive red lantern and high signboard. Meng Xinghe, who used to visit here frequently and even regarded it as his second home, has already arrived outside the door. Magistrate Shan also saw it. Mr. Meng came with his friends and immediately stepped forward to greet him. A large group of squires behind him, who wanted to become familiar with each other, came up to join in the fun.
"Sir, please come in. The poetry competition will start soon." Magistrate Shan acted as a doorman.
Feeling that several pairs of hot eyes around him were staring at him, Meng Xinghe smiled lightly. Without greetings or being polite, he walked in openly. He had just stepped through the gate of Chunxiang Tower. The noisy crowd inside immediately Calm down and look from all angles, showing all kinds of things in the world. There are those students who are still struggling in the imperial examination and official career. Their eyes are full of admiration, envy, and even jealousy. There are also those who came to watch the excitement with their fathers. The ladies glanced reservedly at the man who appeared from the door, and then sat quietly, thinking about the young man with average build and appearance who appeared at the door. Unknowingly, they imagined him to be their future husband-in-law. It would be great if it had such an aura.
Meng Xinghe came to the middle of the hall and sat on the judging chair specially prepared for him. Magistrate Shan sat down next to him obsequiously. He cleared his throat and said to the talents who came from all directions to compete: "I announce. Taoyuan One The annual poetry competition has officially begun."
County Magistrate Shan finished the announcement. Just like last year, the originally hung and covered question was revealed right above the lobby of Chunxiang Tower. Meng Xinghe thought to himself that last year's question was written by Xue Shiyu. I don't know who came up with this year's question. . He looked at the title carefully. It was not complicated. It was not like last year's painting and poetry writing. There was only one word. "Autumn Autumn". It was written in running script. The writing was vigorous. It was obviously written by everyone. Such a title. Meng Xinghe also I feel that the person who asked the question is somewhat interesting. The impressionistic examination method may be to let the talents in the competition express themselves freely and fully display the autumn written in the question.
He was thinking about who asked the question. The time for the first level of the competition has begun. A stick of incense was placed in the hall for a limited time. Chunxiang Tower, which was originally noisy, could also hear the sound of writing at this moment. I believe everyone Everyone is answering the questions seriously.
Not long after, the stick of incense was burned and the gong was played. Hundreds of poems and essays handed in from below were neatly placed in front of Magistrate Shan.
Meng Xinghe is the final judge. He does not need to participate in the previous primaries. It will be reviewed by Shan County Magistrate and several older men with higher reputations. However, the people below who are waiting for the results have stretched their necks to watch anxiously. They are eager to think in their hearts. We know who will win the first place in the first round.
It took another half a stick of incense. Finally, Magistrate Shan and several elderly judges selected the ten best poems and placed them in front of Meng Xinghe.
"Sir, the tenth poem is a masterpiece. Please read it."
Magistrate Shan looked happy. It was obvious that the ten poems he had selected were all excellent. But he specifically mentioned the tenth poem. Apart from trying to gain some connections for some people, I'm afraid it was really a good poem.
Meng Xinghe is not good at poetry appreciation. He only knows about plagiarism. As for appreciation, I guess as long as it is comfortable to read, he will definitely make a definition. He picked up the ten poems in his hand and pretended to browse them first. Once again, see if there is a poem that can make him remember it deeply. Now listen to the recommendation from Master Shan. He is not busy reading it first. He browsed the first nine. They are all about the kind of poems that express feelings such as the autumn wind and the bright moon hooking my heart. Poems. It cannot be said that he has no literary quality. It can only be said that Meng Xinghe has seen it a lot, and he feels that it is a bit silly. I think it is right. Great poets do not appear so easily. Meng Xinghe encouraged himself to pick up the last copy and opened it. When I saw it, I was immediately dumbfounded.
Who wrote this.
Meng Xinghe pretended to be calm and read the poem he had written.
"I paint the orchids and the long river water. I love the thick maple leaves on the evening pavilion. The autumn moon melts in the Buddhist temple. The cigarette smoke curls around the green pines."
The four lines of the poem were written with exquisite brushwork. They were definitely written by the daughter's family. The word "Qiuxiang" was written quietly and quietly at the signature. It simply hurt Mr. Meng's eyeballs.
Mengdie...except for her, there is absolutely no other person in the world who knows this poem. She knows it without guessing. This girl definitely wants to come and cause trouble so that she can avenge her previous revenge. Lord Meng, who has the power in his hands, rudely kills the last one. One poem was eliminated, which stopped Mengdie's "small-mindedness" of making a big fuss in the poetry competition. Then the top five talents in the first round of the competition were selected using the method of selecting troops and generals.
Mr. Shan was a little curious that Mr. Meng did not choose the last poem. But thinking that he was the chief judge, he could only watch such a good poem being buried. The psychological aspect was nothing more than regret. There was no reason at all. The poetry competition will bring justice for once.
At the beginning of the second round, Meng Xinghe looked around to see where Mengdie's little girl was hiding and causing trouble. In the end, she returned in vain. However, she was eliminated in the first round. What ability does she have to cause trouble? Some people were gloating about her misfortune. Meng Xinghe continued to look at the topics for the second round of the competition. Since it was a poetry competition, it was natural to not escape the constraints of writing poetry. The topic for the second round was also strange. It was almost a sentence that the talented people often talked about. .From "The Book of Songs". My fair lady. Gentleman is fond of Qiu. Although it is a sentence that is usually memorized, but if you want to express it in the way of poetry, it is indeed a bit testy.
It was also the time of one stick of incense. The five talents who were lucky enough to enter the second round were all working nervously below. After the final gong sounded, the five poems had been handed over to Meng Xinghe. Since it was the second round Meng Xinghe was responsible for judging. He only took one copy. The remaining four copies were given to Mr. Shan and three other old men. Finally, everyone gathered together to select the three people who entered the final round.
The intense selection work was carried out under the eyes of hundreds of people. The poetry in Meng Xinghe's hand was not written at a good level. It was very pale. It quoted the Jianjia article in the Book of Songs. Meng Xinghe took one look and was sure to eliminate the poem. Although he did not find any weird poems and essays here, there were many excellent works published by the other reviewers. Mr. Shan, who was sitting next to Meng Xinghe, took the poem in his hand and used three "wonderful" words in succession. " was a compliment. He was not busy admiring it himself. He immediately handed it over to Master Meng. He thought to himself that such a good article, Master Meng will not be eliminated again.
Meng Xinghe thought that a really good article had been published. When he took it and took a look, he was suddenly shocked and speechless again.
"I live at the head of the Yangtze River
You live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day but don’t see you.
Drink water from the Yangtze River together.
When will this water stop?
When will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart is like my heart.
It will definitely live up to my love."
Master Meng read with exhausted energy and said to himself: "Mengdie, Mengdie, you really make me dumbfounded." Meng Xinghe, who had suffered the consequences, secretly swore to himself that he would never reveal a word of secrets again. It's not even possible for the other party to use a honey trap. There's no way.
At this level, Meng Xinghe knew that no matter how he used his privileges, he could not suppress the ghost Jing Mengdie from entering the final round. When he announced the results of the third round, in a dark corner, there was a man in a blue shirt. The young man with red lips and white teeth smiled. He immediately attracted the admiring glances of many young ladies around him. Mengdie quickly spat out his sweet tongue and shook his fan seriously. He looked like a romantic and talented man.
Since Mengdie was participating in the third game, Meng Xinghe was too lazy to pay attention to the final result of the game. He announced the names of those who entered the third round to the public. The three talents who finally won among hundreds of people came to the hall one after another. Everyone I was also lucky enough to witness these three lucky people. Meng Xinghe finally saw Mengdie dressed in a green shirt, holding a folding fan and swaying as she walked. Not to mention, this little girl pretended to be a man. It really made men jealous. The kind that women envy. Even Magistrate Shan, who was sitting next to Meng Xinghe, his eyes lit up when he saw Mengdie appear. He sighed repeatedly: "Whose young master is this? How can he be so handsome?"
"Wild ones. No one wants them." Meng Xinghe rolled his eyes and muttered. Fortunately, the noise around him was so noisy that Mengdie didn't hear it. Otherwise, a brush would have flown to Meng Xinghe.
Shan County Magistrate was serious and announced the start of the third game. It was not limited to time. Whoever finished it quickly and well would be the leader of this year's poetry competition. Since this third game is the final, it also determines who can win today. The honor of being the leader of the Taoyuan Poetry Competition. In terms of questions, logically speaking, it is a little more difficult than the previous two questions. But when the third question appeared, no one could figure out what the person who set the question wanted to test. What? Because the question is obviously a whiteboard with nothing written on it. This is a bit of a test. But the three contestants are all good at writing. They dare not waste a minute of time. They improvise based on their own understanding of the question. A poem.
Soon, the answers of the three contestants were handed in.
Meng Xinghe was the first to open the book written by Mengdie. He glanced at it and immediately lowered his feet and relaxed his chest.
Standing in a dangerous building, the wind blows softly. I look at the extreme spring sorrow. The sky is gloomy. The grass-colored smoke is still shining in the sky. I am speechless. Who can rely on my thoughts. I want to get drunk and sing to the wine. The strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are slowly falling. Be generous and never regret it. I will make people feel haggard because of Yi.
Naked revenge. After Meng Xinghe gave up completely, he mentioned three hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics in front of this girl Mengdie.
Magistrate Shan next to him didn't know that this poem was plagiarized. He thought it was written by the gentleman on the stage. Look at the signature below. Liu Yong. He clapped his hands and applauded. It immediately attracted the attention of several other judges.
"It is indeed a rare masterpiece." Mr. Shan clapped his hands and applauded, which was a bit flattering.
Meng Xinghe's mouth twitched: "It's indeed rare. It's too rare."
Master Shan thought that Master Meng also appreciated this article. He asked the three people on the stage: "Who is Liu Yong?"
"I was born late." Mengdie took a step forward. Master Shan saw that it was the handsome young man, and he was filled with admiration. But based on this poem, Taoyuan is probably going to have another number one scholar this year. Master Shan was happy and said: "You And come forward."
Mengdie stood in front of Meng Xinghe. A strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Although Master Meng was helpless, he still "fairly" announced the first place in this year's Taoyuan Poetry Competition. It was the young master named Liu Yong in front of him. He also announced his poem "Die Lian Hua". Even another The two contestants who were originally unconvinced became convinced after seeing it and were willing to accept the defeat.
"Not only is Mr. Liu extraordinary in literary talent, but he is also so handsome. I wonder if he is from my Taoyuan."
"Ha. Bucai. People from Taoyuan Mengjiacun." Mengdie said without fear of Meng Xinghe's provocation.
Master Shan interrupted excitedly and said: "It turns out that Master Liu and Master Meng are from the same village. No wonder they are so good at literature."
Mengdie also nodded: "Yes. Not only are we from the same village, but we are also studying under the same roof."
Master Shan looked at Meng Xinghe, obviously not believing it.
Meng Xinghe wanted to quibble, but the words were stuck in his mouth and he couldn't say them out. But he never expected that Mengdie actually had ulterior motives.
Mengdie saw that Magistrate Shan didn't believe it. He pursed his lips and smiled. His lips were red and his teeth were white. He looked like a girl. Master Shan also felt that the man in front of him was too rouge-y. She saw him staring at Meng Xinghe intently, with an indescribable expression of ambiguity in his eyes. .goosebumps all over my body.
A thin layer of sweat formed on Meng Xinghe's back. He could see that Mengdie wanted to retaliate in the same way as he did. He followed his example and tricked people without making a move. But when he was not prepared, he Take the move. Mengdie has already made her move. Suddenly her feet weakened and she half-pushed and fell into Meng Xinghe's arms. She was full of femininity, but he was a handsome man. Everyone looked at her and felt a chill.
"Cousin, please hold me, please."
Mengdie Ruanyu's capture caused Meng Xinghe's brain to short-circuit instantly. He knew that even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to clean it out.