(Today, I was deducted 30,000 clicks for no reason. What a scam. Others have hundreds of thousands of clicks and it doesn’t matter. But we have a problem with tens of thousands of clicks on Sanjiang? I can’t afford to be hurt. Please ask for all kinds of comfort. It’s too bullying.
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Strangely enough, Huang Lao'er took a quick look and saw that the panic and uneasiness that surged in Chen Jianchen's heart was quickly suppressed. However, Chen Jianchen became more vigilant - since he had condensed his righteousness, he became more and more aware of the evil.
The sharpness is far beyond that of ordinary people. In an instant, one has a sense of proportion.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the pavilion on one side, pretending to be looking far away, looking at the flying Jianjiang.
It didn't take long for the students and gentlemen from the two major colleges to be carried up on the carriages. Some of them came to Benbenjia Mountain for the first time and excitedly walked into the sightseeing pavilion to enjoy the magnificent scenery around them.
After a stick of incense, everyone gathered together, and the two colleges divided into camps and began a formal exchange. Both sides took turns to come up with topics. However, the content of the topic did not involve the meaning of the classics, but consisted of impromptu poems and lyrics.
, making couplets and guessing riddles are the main ones.
These themes and contents are all the "signature dishes" of literati and poets.
At the beginning, Chen Jianchen was quite interested and wanted to hear the level of these impromptu poems, but as he listened, the more he listened, the less he understood it. When the young master Wu was reciting poems, he was seen shaking his folding fan and pacing.
Walking like a cat, he came to the pavilion and looked deep in thought. After a moment, he folded the folding fan coolly and opened his mouth and chanted loudly: "There is a river under the mountain..."
puff!
Chen Jianchen almost made a fool of himself, turned his head quickly, and then put back the smile in his heart.
"What a poem! What a poem!"
After Mr. Wu finished reciting a poem called "Five Jue", everyone immediately clapped their hands in admiration. I don't know if they really thought the poem was good, or if they thought Mr. Wu was a "good" person.
After a round of exchanges, many people showed their faces, but Chen Jianchen remained silent, sitting aside and saying nothing.
Wu Wencai had been paying attention to him for a long time and suddenly said: "Liu Xian, you are the best boy in the three tests. You are so talented and talented. We have all been famous for a long time. Now why don't you let me take the test on you?"
Hearing this, students from both colleges started clamoring to see with their own eyes what Chen Jianchen was capable of.
What was going to come, finally came...
Chen Jianchen asked: "Brother Wencai, how do you test your skills?"
Wu Wencai laughed, waved the folding fan in his hand, walked a few steps, and clapped his hands: "Yes."
With that said, he walked to the edge of the tea shop, pointed to the pillar, and said, "Liu Xian, you are a talented young man. If I take the shallower test, I will definitely look down on you. Why don't you take the deeper test? Brother Wei will set the questions. You
Walk seven steps, compose an impromptu poem, and write it on the pillar on the spot, while admiring Liu Xian's pen and ink skills."
He said it lightly, but anyone with a little bit of intelligence would know that it was an unabashed attempt to make things difficult. Who knows what questions you might come up with, and just come up with some unfamiliar and unpopular topics. It would be very difficult to compose a poem impromptu, not to mention that there is a person.
As for the time limit of seven steps, I'm afraid I won't even be able to complete some simple works that meet the occasion.
But I agreed but couldn't write a poem, so I lost my face.
Wu Wencai couldn't help Chen Jianchen's thinking and shouted: "Prosperous wealth, pen and ink will serve you."
His servant immediately took out a pen and ink from his side.
The pen is of the best quality, the ink is also the first-class Hui ink, and the seven-star inkstone is of the highest quality from Laokeng, Duanzhou. The market price of this set of pen and ink alone is one ingot of gold ingot.
"Sir, please!"
Wangcai polished the ink and brought it to Chen Jianchen. It seemed polite, but in fact it was like forcing him into the palace.
Chen Jianchen did not write it immediately.
Wu Wencai sneered: "Are you afraid of Liu Xian? Or maybe you just got the first place in the three exams by luck, so you don't dare to take the exam from my brother?"
Chen Jianchen said in a deep voice: "Brother Wencai, please come up with a topic."
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Wu Wencai was filled with joy and said: "Don't worry, I won't come up with some unusual questions to deliberately make things difficult for you... Well, let's use dusk as the topic and do a question.
The first five must be sufficient.”
He played this skill very well, and the genre he produced was relatively simple. The theme of "Twilight" has nothing to do with rawness and coldness.
In this way, others will not be able to criticize him.
However, the title "Dusk" is extremely empty and broad, making it difficult to focus on. Even if Chen Jianchen could write it in seven steps, it would be a failure at best...
Wu Wencai was not afraid that Chen Jianchen would be able to write it. On the contrary, he actually hoped that Chen Jianchen would write a bad poem in a hurry and write it on the pillar of the tea shop for all tourists to "view".
If he dares to inscribe a bad poem on a pillar, it will become an indelible stain in Chen Jianchen's life. He will be regarded as overestimating his own abilities, becoming a laughing stock, and even having a bad moral character.
You must know that Beacon Hill is unusual. Among the people who come and go, there are many dignitaries, literati and poets. Their eyesight is far beyond that of ordinary scholars, and they can distinguish the quality of poetry at a glance.
Chen Jianchen wrote a bad poem and hung it on a pillar of a tea shop. This behavior was like taking a dump on the top of Beacon Mountain. It would naturally arouse everyone's disgust, disgust, and even curse.
Wu Wencai's intentions are so sinister.
Although he is domineering, unyielding, and uneducated, he still has some self-awareness. He usually writes poems according to the situation, no matter how bad he is, others will not take him seriously, and they will forget about it, but what he can write down with his pen and ink is completely different.
Therefore, usually no one would easily choose to leave poems in famous places without having some control over their abilities. At best, they would just write them on paper.
Many people present did not expect the twists and turns. Instead, they all shouted, especially some female college students, cheering for Chen Jianchen.
Several gentlemen noticed it and frowned, but they did not choose to speak out.
Who dares to interrupt Mr. Wu's interest now?
On the other hand, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes were shining and she seemed to be a little blinded, but she did not stop him either. She only focused her eyes on Chen Jianchen, as if to see if he was capable and could see through Wu Wencai's intentions.
In full view of everyone, Chen Jianchen suddenly showed a smile, picked up his pen and dipped his ink in his hand, and walked over lightly.
He didn't take seven steps at all, but walked directly to the pillar, taking only three steps.
The pillar was made of solid fir wood, as thick as the mouth of a sea bowl, and was repaired as smooth as a mirror, with not a single thorn to be found.
Chen Jianchen picked up his pen and started writing without hesitation.
For some reason, seeing his calm and calm appearance, Wu Wencai felt a little uneasy, as if his intentions were in the wrong place.
In just a moment, Chen Jianchen's poem had been finished, and the pen and ink were clearly left on the pillar, which was very conspicuous and could be seen from a distance.
Wu Wencai rushed up and recited loudly: "The evening is full of smoke, and the scenery is steep; the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk!"
There are six small characters at the end: Titled by Jiangzhou Chen Jianchen.