Chapter 300 I don't know where I am in a foreign land
Seeing the water tank-like wine vessel, the expressions of many students who boasted that they would never get drunk after a thousand cups changed. They swallowed hard, raised their sleeves and wiped the sweat from their foreheads, looking at each other.
Lu Heng, who was standing at the very back, stood on tiptoes and glanced at the wine vat that could drown a six-year-old child, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. Isn't this simply embarrassing?[]
"I object!"
A white-faced talented man jumped out, raised his fists, and glared angrily at Mr. Dongfang on the stage. His face turned red from suppressing it, and he shouted loudly.
Mr. Dongfang stroked his beard and smiled, looking at the selected student with great interest. After staring at him for a long time, he looked back, took a long sip of tea and said, "Objection is invalid!"
Seeing that the talented man still wanted to argue, Mr. Dongfang directly announced the beginning of the poetry meeting.
"Jiayi!"
A1 is the number plate that the talents received during today's meeting. Mr. Dongfang glanced at the campers with different looks in the audience and said directly and leisurely.
After the words fell, I saw that all the students in the audience were scanning the people around them with great interest. Some of them raised their necks and looked hard, with their mouths wide open and unable to close their mouths with joy. That look, obviously
I wanted to see who the unlucky guy was and drew number A1.
Amidst the noise among the crowd, an extremely thin student with a slightly stooped figure and a sallow complexion walked out in fear.
"The student is Jiayi!" The student walked up to the front and bowed respectfully to everyone on the bench, his nervous voice trembling.
"Tch!" When other students around him saw this man wearing patched clothes, a hint of disdain appeared in their eyes.
Mr. Dongfang naturally ignored those students who judged others based on their appearance. He even wondered if he should take care of this poor student.
After giving him a steady look, Mr. Dongfang put down his number plate, glanced at the student, stroking his beard, nodded, and asked in a kind tone: "Did you understand the rules just drawn?"
"Yes, student, student knows!" Jiayi trembled, nodded and admitted.
"Well, that's good!" Mr. Dongfang smiled and nodded, then stretched out his hand, pointed to a marked open space under the stage, and said to A: "Well, you can walk from there to there in seven steps.
Within, you must write a poem about wine. If not, you will have to drink one drink as a penalty. If you are drunk, you will abstain!"
"Student, student got it!" Jiayi turned around, glanced at the huge wine vat, trembled for a moment, then nodded and replied.
Seeing Mr. Dongfang nodding, A Yi lifted his arms nervously and walked over.
Amidst all the students' expressions of gloating or disdain, the No. 1 student standing at the starting point reached out and patted his face, taking the first step hesitantly.
The first year, the second step...
It wasn't until after taking the sixth step that student No. 1, who had a restless look on his face and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, suddenly stopped. His eyes lit up, he turned around and said excitedly
Mr. Dongfang said: "Sir, we have a student!"
"Say it!" Mr. Dongfang stroked his beard, smiled and stretched out his palm to indicate that he could chant.
Jiayi coughed, raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath and chanted: "There is true love in wine, how can it be, how can it be, how can it be when a mortal is awake. If you talk about the fairy world, when you are drunk,
Qingming!"
After this poem appeared, the contemptuous glances around him gradually disappeared. Everyone looked at this poor student and had to admit in their hearts that this guy did have some talent.
Although this poem is not considered to be of high quality, it can even be said to be a limerick. However, it is indeed very resourceful to be able to come up with a poem in such a tense atmosphere.
After reciting a poem, Student A1 was still not relieved. He turned his head and looked at the frowning Mr. Dongfang on the stage uneasily.
During the long wait, the students beside him also began to become restless and noisy.
"What, what kind of explanation is this?"
"It's just a piece of poetry. I can recite ten of them in just one cup of tea!"
"Shut up!" Kong Kanglian saw these students in the audience, who had no trace of the humility of scholars, being so noisy and sarcastic, her face turned cold and she shouted in a deep voice.
A cold drink immediately silenced the scene.
Kong Kanglian glanced coldly at the person doing the work, then turned her head and nodded to Mr. Dongfang.
"Passed!" Mr. Dongfang nodded knowingly, raised a sign and said loudly. On the sign, the two words "passed" were particularly eye-catching.
"What, a person like this can survive, are you kidding me?"
"This is impossible! Cheating! It's simply cheating!"
"I object!"
There were a lot of objections in the audience, but Mr. Dongfang smiled slightly, used the killer trick, and said leisurely: "The objection is invalid, Jia Er!"
Before those students could react, he directly asked the next student to appear.
A fat man with a fat belly and a slender face walked out. He laughed and exchanged hands with everyone. Then he stood at the starting point and refused to move. He just shook his head and said: "It's a big jar of wine, but there is a gap."
Meat. If there is a girl, just come and drink! Haha!"
After the fat man finished reciting triumphantly, Mr. Dongfang didn't wait for the announcement.
Under everyone's stunned eyes, he walked toward the inner room with swaying steps.
"Get out!" Mr. Dongfang had been holding his anger for a long time. He was so proud when he saw this fat pig reciting such a piece of rubbish. He even walked towards the inner room without the permission of himself and others.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the anger in his heart. Mr. Dongfang smiled ferociously on his face, gritted his teeth and roared: "Get out!"
"Ah?" Hearing this sinister tone, the fat man couldn't help but shudder. He turned his head and looked at Mr. Dongfang in astonishment. He pointed at his nose and asked in disbelief: "Sir, are you talking about students?"
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"roll!"
Mr. Dongfang could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, so he grabbed the tea cup and threw it at the fat pig.
There was a bang.
The teacup that sprayed a line of crystal water in the air 'after crossing a parabola' hit the fat man's face accurately.
There was a crisp sound, and the fat man screamed as he lay on the ground with his bleeding face.
The students around him were stunned when they saw the fat man's face covered in blood.
He raised his head and looked at Mr. Dongfang, who quickly regained his elegant temperament. He slowly picked up another teacup, blew the tea gently, and took a sip.
My heart was shocked.
"I never expected that my life would be in danger if I came to this poetry meeting."
After Mr. Dongfang's angry rebuke, the whole hall suddenly became quiet.
Seeing the more than ten tea bowls placed by Mr. Dongfang, the students no longer dared to make any noise. They lowered their heads and looked at their toes, lined up in an orderly manner, and stepped forward one by one.
It's just that this poem...
“It’s such a big jug of wine, it really makes me want to drink it. Take a deep sniff and you’ll be half drunk immediately!”
"Desu!"
"What a big tank, with a tank of urine in it. Just looking at it makes you want to laugh!"
"Talking nonsense, insulting politeness, open your mouth ten times, and then throw it out!"
"The flower on the vat looks like a female flower. I really want to take a bite, but I'm afraid of cutting the flower with my mouth!"
"Get out of here!"
Seeing that there were still two villains left in front of them, the same sexual tone was still ringing in their ears. The faces of the three referees on the stage were dull and their eyes were dull and lifeless!
Mr. Dongfang yawned, stretched out his hand to rub his numb face, and looked blankly at the only two students left under the stage. Then he lowered his head, flipped through it for a while, and took out a sign: "Gengjiu!"
After finishing his words, Ma Qingyuan, who had been waiting in line for a long time to take pictures, raised his hands and clasped his fists, nodded to Mr. Dongfang, stepped forward, thought for a moment, and then stepped forward.
Without much hesitation, Ma Qingyuan thought for a moment, and when he took the third step, he stopped. He raised his head and looked outside the brightly lit hall for a long time, with a touch of sadness and unwillingness in his eyes, and smiled.
He smiled, shook his head and recited lightly: "Zhijiu Chang'an Road 1 is of the same mind and against me."
The universe is vast in the drunkenness, and the sun and moon are long in the pot!"
This poem had appeared, and the four people on the stage were shocked. They looked at Ma Qingyuan with unabashed surprise and shock.
Lu Heng, who was standing at the back, was slightly shocked after hearing this poem. He raised his head and looked in front of him, where Ma Qingyuan had a look of sadness and unwillingness in his eyes. A hint of sympathy flashed in his eyes.
And passed.
This poem, using the meaning of drinking, expresses the depression and unwillingness in the heart. Especially the last two sentences, it metaphorically expresses Ma Qingyuan's ambition and expectations for the future.
Oh, this person is very ambitious!
Lu Heng looked at Ma Qingyuan's back and thought to himself.
After a brief period of surprise and silence on the stage, Kong Kanglian stroked his beard and pondered for a while. After looking at each other, he nodded in unison. He turned to look at Ma Qingyuan and praised: "Good poem, good mood.
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"What do you three think?" After Kong Kanglian finished praising the skewers, she asked Mr. Dongfang and others for their opinions.
"Passed!" Mr. Dongfang raised the sign without any hesitation, and Ma Qingyuan, the chairperson, said with a smile.
Thank you, sir!" Ma Qingyuan had already made up his mind. At this time, when he heard that he had passed, he did not appear surprised or happy. He just smiled faintly and saluted the examiner with a cupped fist.
However, he did not walk directly towards the inner room. Instead, after saluting the examiner, he turned around, narrowed his eyes and looked at the lonely scholar behind him.
"Brother, I'll see you inside!" Ma Qingyuan looked at Lu Heng with a half-smile, casually handed over his hands, then turned around and walked towards the inner room.
Seeing Ma Qingyuan turn around, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Lu Heng glanced at him lightly, his eyes were clear, and his expression was still as calm as water.
"Mr. Lu, it's your turn now!" Kong Kanglian and the other three looked at each other, turned their heads, and said with a smile to the slightly thin, but straight-backed, calm-looking scholar under the chair.
They did not call Lu Heng's number, but directly called Lu Heng's name. Obviously, they knew Lu Heng. Moreover, looking at their attitudes that were very different from before, it was obvious that such a
The respectful look indicates that someone has given instructions.
Seeing the three of them being so friendly, Lu Heng felt helpless for a moment.
After shaking his head and smiling, he cupped his fists and saluted the three men.
When Lu Heng was about to walk to the starting point, Mr. Dongfang was about to say, "Master, you don't have to be like this." But before he could say anything, he was stopped by Kong Kanglian.
"Teacher!" Mr. Dongfang looked at the gloomy-looking teacher next to him in surprise. He didn't understand why the teacher didn't act according to what he wrote.
However, after seeing the look of expectation in his mentor's eyes, Mr. Dongfang suddenly realized.
Yes, my mentor is now the Crown Prince. Although he is only one step away from the Imperial Master, as His Majesty became disappointed with the Crown Prince, his mentor’s dream of being the Imperial Master was also shattered.
Now, His Majesty asked them to choose a teacher for King Zheng, and they naturally knew the profound meaning.
Judging from King Zheng's current status and momentum, King Zheng's ascension to the throne is inevitable.
And Prince Zheng's teacher is naturally the future emperor's teacher.
Teacher...
The mentor must have been unwilling to do so and wanted to see with his own eyes what talent the Imperial Master appointed by His Majesty had. Only then did he stop himself.
After thinking about this, Mr. Dongfang sighed slightly in his heart. Zhen felt sad that his teacher failed to recognize his talent. At the same time, he also felt incredible that this young man had received such grace.
It is said that he is the most talented person in Jiangning.
Moreover, he was both literary, civil and military. He even personally directed the battle to annihilate the Turks and thwarted the plot of the Donglu people.
This Lu Heng...
After Mr. Dongfang nodded to his mentor, he turned around, just like Kong Kanglian, looking at Lu Heng with expectations and doubts in his eyes. He was waiting for this scholar to become a blockbuster.
Everyone held their breath and waited quietly.
After seeing the scholar slowly walk a few steps, he stopped in front of the wine vat.
He picked up a wine bowl on the table next to the wine jar, reached into the wine jar, and scooped out a bowl. After shaking it slightly, he did not drink it, but quietly looked at the Maung Perse wine in the bowl.
liquid.
Just when Mr. Dongfang was about to ask what the scholar wanted to do, he saw the scholar staring at the drink, smiling slightly, and started chanting very thoughtfully.
"Lanling's fine wine and tulips, the jade bowl's majesty and amber light."
He looked very calm, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was missing something. Such a relaxed tone, just like talking to others on weekdays, makes people feel relaxed.
However, when the four people on the stage heard these two sentences with unparalleled artistic conception and literary talent, they were all extremely shocked. Kong Kanglian's originally calm eyes suddenly became extremely excited. Her fists under her long sleeves were also clenched.
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Lu Heng slowly picked up the wine bowl and smelled it deeply. After the rich aroma of wine in the bowl, Shu smiled slightly and read out the last two sentences:
Only so that the master can make the guest drunk..."
Smiling faintly, he poured the wine into the vat. The scholar sighed and said leisurely: