Daxianguan

Chapter 28

Cui Huanzhi was looking forward to it, but he didn't know how to ask. He wanted to guess, to see if he could guess who Chu Xian was based on the poems made by the other party.At this time, when Cui Huanzhi saw Bai Zijin, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked suspicious, as if the words were on his tongue, but he didn't ask.

Bai Zijin looked indifferent.

"Maybe I have admitted the wrong person." Cui Huanzhi thought to himself, after careful comparison, he felt more and more that he had admitted the wrong person, and he was relieved at the moment.

Then he came up with a plan at this time, and said: "As students who participated in this year's rural examination, your literary talents are naturally not bad. How about this, now, each of you write a poem, just talk about the poem, but don't tell us name."

Many students didn't know what Cui Huanzhi was going to do, but they didn't dare to ask, but all of them were extremely excited. Obviously, if they could write a poem that Mr. Cui valued, they would surely get this adult's approval. favor.

Among them, Feng Yu looked confident, while Su Ji grabbed his cuffs even more excitedly.

This is an opportunity.

Once Master Cui can praise him, then it is possible to change his fate.

Originally, Su Ji himself had a poem, but he felt that his poem was far inferior to Chu Xian's. If he used his own poem, it would definitely be difficult to excel, let alone overwhelm other students.

So, at this time, Su Ji had already made a decision.

He wanted to plagiarize Chu Xian's poem. After all, Chu Xian wasn't around, so who knew he used his poem?Even if Chu Xian found out afterwards, he could pretend not to know, as long as he seized this opportunity, from now on, people like Chu Xian would not be qualified to make friends with him again.

Thinking of this, Su Ji's nervous palms were sweating.

"Okay, you guys will write a poem one by one, and I will judge with Master Cui." Wu Qian didn't understand what Cui Huanzhi was going to do, but he didn't ask at all. History, so he just needs to cooperate.

Next, these students who participated in the provincial examination this year stepped forward one by one, shaking their heads, and said the lines they made. This first one, I don’t know if it was because of nervousness or because they didn’t think about it, they only read a sentence: Thank you" and I got stuck, and I hesitated and couldn't say the next sentence.

The other students were naturally happy to see this, and immediately laughed out loud. As a result, the student became even more nervous, his mind went blank, and finally retreated in frustration.

This is abstention.

"It doesn't matter. Poetry talks about inspiration. It's like this when something happens. If you can't think of it, you just can't think of it." Cui Huanzhi waved his hand, signaling not to care.

But, can you not care?
Immediately afterwards, the students behind also entered the stage one by one.

When it was Feng Yu's turn, he took a few steps forward with a cane: "The student has met two adults, and I have a short poem. I also ask the two adults to point out."

After finishing speaking, he began to chant a poem: "On a moonlit night, I feel cold in my pillow."

Then he frowned and said: "I saw the light outside the window again."

After contemplating for a moment, seeing the surrounding students and two adults paying attention, he said: "Listen to the wind to know the snow is heavy, and hear the sound of breaking branches."

After finishing speaking, several students praised: "Good poetry."

"On a moonlit night, I feel cold in my pillow, and I can see the light outside the window. Listening to the wind, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking branches. It is indeed a good poem, with artistic conception."

Feng Yu was naturally proud when someone praised him, especially when he saw Master Wu Qian nodding, he was even more happy.

This poem, but he spent money to buy it from someone else, the other party's talent is quite high, far surpassing the average students, at least the level of the top three students in the list.

Can this poem be worse?

In all fairness, Feng Yu's poem is indeed the best so far, and the poems of other students are inferior in terms of neat rhyme and artistic conception.

The next few were also flat, Wu Qian didn't even nod his head.

At this time, Bai Zijin stepped forward and said: "Xueluo Lingcheng is a foot cold, and the boudoir gate sighs for no flower nunnery. The spring breeze blows in March at the top of the city, and I am surprised that the plum blossoms are blooming."

Cui Huanzhi's eyes lit up immediately, and he secretly said yes.

Could it be that this fair-looking, soft and weak student is Chu Xian?

Cui Huanzhi chewed the poem carefully again and shook his head.

No.

Chu Xian's essays are sophisticated, and he has extremely high opinions in terms of strategy, governance, law, and poetry. If Chu Xian were to write poetry, it would not be like this.But this poem is not too bad, at least so far, among the students who have appeared, this person is definitely the first.

The last one is Su Ji's turn.

Su Ji listened carefully just now, not to mention Bai Zijin's poems, but Feng Tong's poems, he can't compare himself. If he wants to stand out and overwhelm many students, it seems that he can only use that poem.

At that moment, Su Ji took a step forward, pretending to say that poem.

"The wind blows the leaves and the evening falls,

The beauty is like jade and snow.

King Cheng stepped on the moon and dreamed of dancing swords,
As soon as the treacherous evil comes out, it will cut the world. "

Su Ji's chanting was very emotional, and it can be said that the ambition in the poem was expressed. The moment he heard this poem, Cui Huanzhi's eyes lit up.

He even stepped forward excitedly.

That's right.

It was this poem, and Cui Huanzhi was even sure that the only one who could make this poem was that Chu Xian.

Not to mention Cui Huanzhi, even Wu Qian's heart skipped a beat and he nodded repeatedly, secretly thinking that this poem is really good, especially the artistic conception and the implication that the way of heaven is for the public and upholding justice is even more remarkable.

Obviously, if there is no accident, this poem will definitely become the leader of today's poetry society.

Even if Cui Huanzhi was like this, let alone other people, Wu Qian praised him at this moment, and he looked at Su Ji with kindness.

This made Su Ji tremble all over with excitement, secretly thinking that this is about to turn around.

As long as he can get the favor of the two adults, even if he doesn't win the list, he should be able to rely on this relationship to find a job in the yamen. Even if he is just a writer, he should be better than those traffickers.

Although excited in his heart, Su Ji still pretended to bow and said, "Your Excellency praised me absurdly, students are ashamed."

The other students also tasted the implication of this poem. Indeed, they are full of ambition, which is not as good as them.

Feng Yu's face was not good-looking. There was a Bai Zijin who overwhelmed him. He had no choice. ?
This guy's literary talent is not as good as his own. Others say this poem is good, but Feng Yu thinks it is average, so there is nothing to praise.But he has no way to say this, even Lord Wu Gan agrees, he is not so bold as to sing the opposite in public.

At this moment, Bai Zijin, who had been savoring a poem silently, suddenly burst out laughing, as if he heard some funny joke.

Everyone praised, but only one person laughed. It is conceivable how obvious this is. At the moment, everyone's eyes, including Cui Huanzhi and Wu Gan, are all looking at Bai Zijin.

　Come, come, brothers who haven't collected it, collect it, collection is feed, and you can grow fat after eating feed!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)