By the time of Zishi, the Qinhuai Poetry Society also reached its peak.
At this time, the last three students of the Qinhuai Poetry Society also appeared. Two of them were Wu Zheng and Wu Xinyuan from Tokyo, and Mr. Huang Han and Huang Qilin, who had been chatting with Su Zhengwen. Of the many students in Jiangnan, only Xiao Zhiyuan came.
at last.
However, Xiao Zhiyuan's situation at this time is not optimistic. Previously, he wrote a poem, but Zhang Wenshan only commented that it was "fair" and that he could be shortlisted. This made Xiao Zhiyuan, who has long been known as the number one talent in Jiangning,
Xiao Zhiyuan was a little unable to step down.
Although Mr. Wenshan encouraged him in the end, he found it difficult to forgive himself. Thinking of Mr. Wenshan's instructions before the poetry meeting, he felt deeply pressured.
Now, Zhang Wenshan throws out the last question tonight. Choose any one of the Jiangning scenery. The genre is not limited.
Although this topic seemed very relaxed and simple, these students still felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, frowning and thinking carefully.
After all, no one dared to believe Mr. Wenshan’s seemingly simple questions anymore. One night, Mr. Wenshan smiled and asked simple questions one after another. As a result, under these simple questions, the number of
Hundreds of students were eliminated. The last one who advanced was also scolded bloody.
In the quiet hall, everyone held their breath. Their eyes were focused on the three talents in the room. On the huge floor, the sound of the heartbeat seemed to be clear.
Finally, Huang Han, who was sitting on the far left, put down the wine glass in his hand after thinking for a long time, and called to the attendant behind him. After the attendant arranged the four treasures of the study, he picked up the brush, thought for a while, and then began to write.
After he finished writing, Wu Zheng beside him also started writing with a gainful smile on his face.
Xiao Zhiyuan, who was sitting opposite Prince Ning, took a deep breath and also started writing.
After a few breaths, the three students stopped writing one after another.
"We have already written it. Please give it to Mr. Wenshan and Prince Ning to take a look at it!"
The three students clasped their fists and spoke respectfully to Wu Ningyuan and Zhang Wenshan who were in charge.
Naturally, there was a poetry club, and the servants of the palace collected the poems from the desks of these students. Then they handed them over to the examiner above. The examiner placed the three works on the table in front of the main seat.
Zhang Wenshan nodded, holding a teacup in one hand and a piece of rice paper in the other. After taking a look at it, he nodded with a smile.
“It’s still a very good poem!”
Finally, after a long wait, Zhang Wenshan held a piece of rice paper filled with elegant handwriting, with a smile on his face and said to Prince Ning beside him.
After taking it and taking a look at it, Prince Ning nodded and said, "Finally, there is a work worth reading!! Examiner Hu, please read it to everyone!"
Many talented people raised their heads one after another and looked at Zhang Wenshan eagerly. They were all guessing whether the song Mr. Wenshan was talking about was their own.
Examiner Hu respectfully said yes, then took the lyrics from Prince Ning's hand and took a look at them. He smiled and said to the many students: "This is a five-character Yuefu poem written by Mr. An. He coughed and read in cadence.
It comes out: "The ancient shape of Jinling is beautiful, and I look at it in the evening and think about how far away it is. In the daytime, there is a solitary pagoda, and I can see the Six Dynasties in the green mountains. The swallows are lost in the flower-bottomed alleys, and the crows are scattered on the Liuyin Bridge. The Qinhuai River under the city is flat and the tide has ebbed."
After the examiner finished reading, Zhang Wenshan put down his tea cup and said to the students: "This poem uses the scenery to convey emotions. It has quite a legacy of the Tang Dynasty. It is a good poem!"
After that, he turned to Wu Ningyuan and said: "Ning Yuan Gong, I think Huang Han's poem should be the best in this Qinhuai Poetry Competition!"
Wu Ningyuan shook his head and smiled, glanced at Zhang Wenshan who had some regret on his face, and sighed: "That's the only way it can be!"
Huang Han, who was sitting in the lower seat and nervously listening to the two elders talking about poetry, finally showed a proud smile on his face after hearing that his work was the best tonight.
He quickly stood up, bowed and saluted Zhang Wenshan: "Thank you, Mr. Wenshan, for your review!"
Zhang Wenshan glanced at him lightly, nodded and said: "Master Huang, you must not be proud. You must remember that there is no limit to learning!"
Listening to Zhang Wenshan's slightly helpless tone, Wu Ningyuan smiled and shook his head.
Although Zhang Wenshan had previously pinned his hopes on Xiao Zhiyuan, Wenshan still adhered to a rigorous academic attitude and did not make judgments against his will because of his own bias.
"Yes, students must keep Mr. Wenshan's words in mind!" After Huang Han answered with a respectful look, his expression changed dramatically when he turned to look at the students.
He smiled proudly, clasped his fists and said to the other students: "Haha, Huang originally studied at Imperial College in Tokyo, under Master Kang Mingxian. Today I came to the Qinhuai Poetry Competition, and unexpectedly won the first place in the poetry competition. Thank you all Jiangnan students for your support.
!Ha ha!"
"Hmph, the villain succeeds!"
Someone below was angry and cursed in a low voice.
At this time, most people in the audience bowed their heads and remained silent. The atmosphere seemed particularly quiet. Therefore, this sudden sound seemed particularly harsh.
The proud smile on Huang Han's face suddenly froze. His eyes instantly turned a little sinister.
He sneered, unfolded the folding fan, and glanced around with squinted eyes. The student below said: "Oh? I wonder if that talented man has opinions about me, can he come forward? Haha, hiding in the dark and speaking ill of others is not a gentleman.
What a wind!"
After saying that, with a sarcastic smile on his face, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the students with their heads lowered below.
Today, all Jiangnan students were wiped out. At this time, Huang Han used the term "talented scholar" to describe Jiangnan Xuezi, which was really provocative and ironic.
"Stop looking for it, it's me!"
At this time, an energetic young man in his twenties walked out of the crowd. He glanced at Huang Han with an impatient look, waved his hand and frowned.
Lu Heng, who was behind the crowd, couldn't help but laugh a little when he saw the young man walking out.
Sure enough it was him!
Just after Zhang Wenshan said that Huang Han was the first place, Lu Heng saw this guy and curled his lips with disdain. He seemed to be very disdainful of Huang Han's first place. Unexpectedly, this would actually come out.
"Oh? I wonder who this talented man's name is? You just said what you said, but you are not convinced that this young master won the first place?" Huang Han sat down, holding a cup of tea, and said to the young man with a sneer.
"Don't call me a scholar. Although I spent a few days studying, I don't dare to call myself a scholar." The young man waved his hand to interrupt Huang Han's words and said to Huang Han with a smile: "But, in my opinion.
Although the poem Mr. Huang wrote tonight is good, it is far from the top in Jiangnan!"
"Wang Liye, you are a person in a lowly profession. What qualifications do you have to judge Huang Yushi's son?" At this time, Su Zhengwen next to Huang Han jumped out, pointed at the young man and yelled insults.
This young man is none other than the second son of the Prince of Jiangning. He is also the second brother of Wang Tingzhi. The real decision-maker of the Prince's business affairs, Wang Liye. He is also the boss of tonight's Qinhuai Poetry Club.
Originally, Wang Liye, as a sponsor of the Poetry Society, should not have made such remarks. For a businessman, this seemed to be a bit more gain than loss.
However, Manager Fang also said something some time ago.
One very important point is that Mr. Wang Jianfei was dismissed from office, it seems, precisely because of the joint frame-up by Huang Gongzi’s father, Huang Yushi, and Zuopushe Anpeng.
Now that the enemies met, they were extremely jealous. Wang Liye, who had always treated others with generosity, was a little out of control at this time.
He glanced at Su Zhengwen with disdain, and then chose to ignore it.
After that, he looked at Huang Han with a mocking look in his eyes and said: "Since Mr. Huang is the eldest son of the current imperial censor, he is naturally a man with hands and eyes that can reach the sky. These days, there is a song circulating in Jiangning called "Jiangbei Pavilion Nostalgic for the Past"
Mr. Huang must have also heard of his lyrics!"
Wang Liye sneered and looked at Huang Han, who had a somewhat twinkling expression, and then turned to Jiangnan Xuezi and said: "Dear students, tell me, what is the name of Mr. Huang's poem tonight, compared with the nostalgic Jiangbei Pavilion?"
,how?"
After hearing what Wang Liye said, many Jiangnan students nodded their heads. Some people in the crowd agreed: "It's indeed a big difference!"
"It's almost the same. Compared with that poem, Huang Han's poem is just a piece of shit!"
"Worse than shit!"
The crowd suddenly became noisy and the discordant voices became louder and louder. On the stage, Huang Han's face became increasingly ugly.
Finally, he couldn't stand the attacks from everyone. His handsome face looked ferocious, and he suddenly jumped up from his chair, slamming the teacup in his hand to the ground.
As the porcelain bowl broke into countless flying fragments, Huang Han angrily shouted to Wang Liye: "Haha, you keep saying that that poem is good. Okay, if you can let the author of this poem come out, I will
A certain person said nothing and admitted defeat on the spot."
After saying this sentence, the Jiangnan students became mute again.
The noisy scene became calm again.
Huang Han looked at Jiangnan Xuezi with a sneer, then sat down, opened the folding fan and shook it twice, laughing and said: "I'm afraid, this author is also a person who is seeking fame and reputation. He paid money to buy his lyrics, and he just deliberately wanted to be in the limelight!
"
Wang Liye did not look panicked, but looked confident.
He folded his arms and said to Huang Han with a sneer: "Ah, I'm afraid that when this author appears, your Mr. Huang will be really disgraced!"
Huang Han smiled sinisterly in his eyes, tilted his head and said to Wang Liye: "Oh? Then invite this talented man out and let Huang open his eyes!"
He was convinced that the author was not present, so he still looked confident.
Wang Liye laughed loudly, then suddenly turned around and walked toward the back of the crowd. The eyes of everyone present followed Wang Liye's steps. Until Wang Liye walked to the last table, his expression was respectful.
He saluted a scholar wearing an old blue cotton shirt, and then spoke to the scholar with a sincere face.
Everyone was immediately dumbfounded. They looked at each other with confusion.
Who is this person!
Wang Liye was sincere and extremely sincere, but Lu Heng felt a headache. He looked at Wang Liye in front of him, dumbfounded, and was full of helplessness.
He raised his head and happened to face Prince Ning, who was sitting on the main seat, winking and smiling at him. Zhang Wenshan, on the other hand, was stroking his beard and laughing happily.
These two old men are not serious!
Lu Heng couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.
This old man is so unloyal. I thought he had concealed his identity, but he didn't expect it to be known all over the city.
No wonder the two old men just now looked like old monks in trance and ignored the quarrel in front of them. It turned out that they had already planned it together to plot against themselves.