Rebirth in another world as a fake eunuch

Chapter 45: Theme of Spring
Half an hour passed by, and Wang Kuo had already been "invited" to sit on the fifth floor by a group of talents.

Because the space on the fifth floor is much smaller than that on the first floor, it is destined that there will be many talented people who cannot come up to watch the battle directly. However, in order to let everyone know the situation here at all times, the boss of the star observation building deliberately arranged ten book boys, Let them pass down the latest test results and their respective poems and works downstairs for everyone to watch and judge.

"Everyone, since we're all ready, let's start?" Zhao Zikang, the first judge this time, said suddenly.

A few meters away from Zhao Zikang's left side are stacks of neatly arranged perfumes and soaps, as well as tea and wine, while a few meters away from his right side are stacks of quite large amount of banknotes. It looks like 50 taels.

Sitting beside Zhao Zikang were four people. These four people were Dian Bo of the Ministry of Rites, Li Jing, the left servant of the household department, Liu Shan, the prime minister of the right temple of Dali Temple, and Yu Huiyong, the censor.

These five people are also the jury for this competition. All the competition works will be handed over to five people, and the ranking will be determined by five people.

The five people sat in the east, with a long row of tables in front of them, and opposite them were Wang Kuo and other students who participated in the competition, and in front of them were also prepared four treasures of study such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones. .

There is one person sitting behind each table bank, forming a row-by-row shape, just like when you are in school, there are five teachers sitting in front, and Wang Kuo and others below are like students studying.

Behind Wang Kuo and the others is a group of talents who are qualified to go up to the fifth floor, including Dong Ruoping and Yin Qingqing.

At this time, Yin Qingqing and Dong Ruoping were standing a few meters behind Wang Kuo, looking at Wang Kuo sitting there, they couldn't help feeling worried.

"Hey, I hope he won't lose too badly this time." Whenever he thinks that as long as one person can beat him, Wang Kuo won't count as a win, and he has to compensate each person with twenty bottles of perfume and soap, Yin Qingqing feels heartbroken. Drinks and tea... well, that's not in her consideration.

"Oh, it's a pity that we gave up such a good opportunity like this."

"Yes, but sister Du is on his side, we can't still fight against sister Du?"

"Hey, let's forget it, the matter has come to this point, let's forget about it." One of the older women said: "Besides, with Sister Du helping him, even if we participate, it will be difficult to win, unless it is Sister Dong has a chance to win."

"Yeah, I don't know what kind of luck this guy is, to have Sister Du to help him. It seems that even if he loses this time, it won't necessarily be miserable."

Beside Dong Ruoping and Yin Qingqing, several girls chattered non-stop, but obviously none of them had confidence in Wang Kuo.But he was full of confidence in that sister Du.

"Hmph, that guy is nothing to worry about at all, but with the help of Miss Du's family, it seems that we have to use all our strength."

"So what if Ms. Du helps him? He wants to compose poems and lyrics by himself. If he can't do it in the end, he will lose his people."

"Hey, it's just that, the perfume..."

"I can't help it. She has saved Ms. Du's life. Is it possible that we can still refuse? Besides, she is just a woman in the end. We are afraid of what she will do."

"Brother, what you said is wrong. What is fear? Are we afraid?"

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"Everyone, after our discussion, we have decided to win or lose by winning two out of three rounds. In two of them, we will write poems with titles, and in the last time, you will write your best poems." Obviously, Zhao Zikang was pushed out by several other people. As the presiding judge this time, he is not an official, but because of the name Guozijian.

"Now the competition begins. The theme is spring. It's time for a stick of incense. Now light the incense." As soon as Zhao Zikang finished speaking, a school boy took out the incense burner and placed it in front of everyone's eyes, and then lit it slowly under the gaze of everyone. It can be regarded as the official start of the first competition.

"The theme is spring? Then I have to think about what to write?"

How can Wang Kuo know how to compose any poems? He can have such boldness, thanks to China's 5000-year history and civilization. After all, the predecessors left him countless wealth.

"Does your son have any works?" Ms. Du's name is Du Weiwei, which Du Weiwei told him just now, otherwise, with Yin Qingqing's lesson from last time, Wang Kuo would never ask others about Fang's name easily.

Du Weiwei sat beside Wang Kuo, and the two of them shared the same table, just like classmates at the same table in school, except that there was no [-]th line.

Maybe it was because she was afraid that she was not expressing clearly enough, or because she was afraid that Wang Kuo would misunderstand what she meant. After Du Weiwei finished speaking, she explained, "Don't mind me, young lady. There is still a ready-made song here. If you Haven't come up with a suitable one yet, the little girl can write that poem..."

This competition does not necessarily require impromptu creation, or even if it is not an impromptu creation, it does not matter. As long as the poems you have made before are unknown, they are yours. But for some reason, I didn't publicize it to the outside world, so this is my own work.

Of course, there is no way to prohibit this kind of thing, because no one knows, so if you say it was created on the spot, no one knows.

At this time, Wang Kuo had already picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and was about to pick up the pen to write, but after hearing Du Weiwei's words, he seemed to remember something, looked back at her, handed the pen to her, and said with a smile : "Let me read it, Miss Weiwei write it."

Du Weiwei naturally didn't know that Wang Kuo was afraid that his handwriting would be too ugly to make people laugh, but after seeing his confident smile, he felt inexplicably stable in his heart, and lightly shook the pen in his hand, signaling to Wang Kuo Just say it.

At this time, Wang Kuo had already thought about writing that poem, so he just opened his mouth.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here."

"It's poetry!?"

The few women closest to Wang Kuo let out a soft cry, their eyes filled with surprise, because it was not difficult for them to see the realm of the poem just by the first sentence.

"This guy, is it really okay?" Yin Qingqing looked at him, still feeling a little uncertain.

After all, she was the only one present who knew Wang Kuo better. No matter how you look at it, this guy doesn't seem like a learned person, does he?
"Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently."

It was also at this time that the second line of Wang Kuo's poem was read out.

All of a sudden, the expressions of several talented women were startled, and their expressions changed in the next moment.

Seeing that their faces became very solemn, Yin Qingqing was startled, then looked at Wang Kuo, and an unbelievable thought arose in her heart.

"Could it be that the poems he wrote are really amazing?"

"The wild trails and clouds are all dark, but the river boats and fires are alone. At dawn, you can see the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy in the official city..."

Wang Kuo's voice continued, and beside him, Du Weiwei took up a pen to write, and lines of neat and beautiful hairpin small letters appeared on the paper.

It wasn't until Du Weiwei finished writing the last word that Wang Kuo spoke again: "This poem is called "Happy Rain on a Spring Night"."

Not only Yin Qingqing, but also Dong Ruoping, who is quite literary, also stood aside blankly. Seeing that the eyes of the people around her seemed to be attracted by the poems on the paper, they didn't move away for a long time, and turned their heads to look again. The expression of the calm boy began to change a little.

After a while, the women of Jinyingshe moved away from the paper and glanced at each other, with an unspeakable light on their faces.

However, not only the few of them, but also the other talents beside them, because of the relatively close distance, they also heard Wang Kuo's poems, and were attracted by the poems written on the paper, unable to move away for a long time.

There is silence here, but in the distance there are endless congratulations.

"Congratulations Brother Liu!"

"Brother Liu is so good at writing, I admire him!"

"Brother Liu, the number one must be in the bag. I'll congratulate Brother Liu in advance..."

"Where is there, it's everyone's absurd praise..."

On the leftmost position in the first row, Liu Shaoqing stretched out his hand to pick up the paper and dried the ink. Then he stood up unhurriedly to accept the compliments from everyone, and kept bowing his hands in return.

At the same moment, Wei Chengli of Tianyun and Dong Fenlin of Ningfeng also participated in this competition because they were representatives of the two poetry clubs, and accepted the congratulations and praises from the talented scholars around them, as if they had already won the first place. Pai, Wang Kuo who was not far away twitched his lips.

"What the hell, it's really shameless, it's like you're already number one."

It can be said that among the four most famous literary clubs in the capital, only Jin Yingshe did not participate because of Du Weiwei, and the remaining three had several people participating, and the remaining talents who participated were mostly from within the Tianming Dynasty. Famous talents, ordinary talents like Jin Xiong, only a few people participated.

"Everyone, since the poem has been completed, how about letting the seniors comment on it while it's still early?"

The corner of Liu Shaoqing's mouth was smiling, as if he was clasping his hands around him, and he acted like a handsome young man, which attracted another burst of applause.

"Since it was Senior Brother Liu who spoke, we naturally dare not refuse, so Senior Brother will be the first to throw bricks and attract jade."

"Very good, very good." Several talents who belonged to the Elite Club all agreed with smiles.

Following the actions of the Yingcai Club, the rest of the talents were naturally unwilling to lag behind. While responding one after another, they also handed over the works in their hands to Siye Zhao Zikang.

At the same time, at the stairway from the fourth floor to the fifth floor of the Star Observation Building, two middle-aged men in brocade suits were blocked by several book boys and could not enter the stairway.

Although the two middle-aged men were both wearing brocade suits, their temperaments were completely different. One of them, the white-faced man with a lower temperament, did not need to reach out and take out a token in his bosom, and waved it in front of the eyes of several bookboys without any trace. opened the mouth.

"Blind your dog's eyes, hurry up and get out of the way."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

After several book boys saw the gold medal, panic flashed in their eyes, they quickly lowered their posture and moved away from their stiff steps, and invited respectfully.

"Yes, the villain has blind eyes, please forgive me, two adults, please go upstairs."

"Yeah." The white-faced and beardless middle-aged man nodded his head, and then he turned his head respectfully, bent down and said to another middle-aged man in a more respectful voice.

"Master, please go upstairs."

(End of this chapter)