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While Luo Ding was triumphant, he heard a voice laughing and said: "Master Luo, Wenhua is not up yet, who wins and who loses has not yet been finalized. It is too early to be happy now."

Luo Ding's laughter stopped, and everyone followed the sound, only to find that the person speaking was Mr. Lan from the Cottage Academy.

If someone else said this, Luo Ding would have to sneer back, but Caotang Academy has a great reputation in Yunshan Mansion, Yunshan's elites are all out of thatched cottage, and Mr. Lan has a very high prestige among scholars, let alone Luo Ding, it is Wei When Luo Shiheng, the commander of the army, saw Mr. Lan, he had to respect Mr. Lan. Otherwise, if he offended Mr. Lan, he would be offending the literati in Yunshan Mansion and even Xishan Road. This is a huge force.

There are not a few students of Caotang Academy who become officials, and they live in various places in the Great Qin Dynasty. Some of them are already officials in the capital, not to mention others. The No. 1 Caotang Academy is Xu Congyang, the left capital censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He has a high position and authority. It is the symbol of Caotang Academy. Caotang Academy seems to be just a high-level academy, but the intricate connections behind it are something that even Governor Qiao Mingtang dare not underestimate.

No matter how stupid Luo Ding was, he didn't dare to offend Mr. Lan in the slightest.

Mr. Lan stood up, still maintaining a friendly smile, and said: "The next step is the selection of Wenhua. At present, the rankings of the six girls are divided, but who will be the oiran in the end depends on whether you have the ability to change their rankings. gone."

The literati and poets in the courtyard looked at each other, and finally one of them came out slowly. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked up to Mr. Lan's long table, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "The student is willing to make a fool of himself here!"

Mr. Lan shook his head and said solemnly: "There is no such thing as a ugliness in diction, there is only difference between good and bad, just try it!"

This person stepped forward, and someone next to him immediately offered a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. This person held a wolf pen, thought for a while, and then began to write on the paper. There was silence all around, and the railings on the second and third floors were also surrounded by girls. Probe to look.

After a while, the man put down his hair, bowed deeply, and stood aside.

This person wrote a few pieces of paper, and the three gentlemen took out the papers to read. Compared with the financial resources spent just now, the Wenhua this time was very quiet. In Nuoda’s courtyard, there were hundreds of people upstairs and downstairs. , but no one made a sound.

The three gentlemen looked at the poems written by this person one by one, and they all shook their heads slightly. The man stood aside, seeing the three gentlemen nodding repeatedly, his heart suddenly became cold.

Soon, Mr. Lan raised his hand and said, "Go down first!"

The man saluted again, and retreated in frustration.

Immediately after he stepped back, several scribes came forward, young and old, all in silence. These people also wrote poems one after another. The three gentlemen checked one by one, but when they saw the poems, they all frowned. Shaking his head, literati and talented scholars came up one after another. In a short while, more than a dozen people came forward to test. I don't know if the diction of these people is really too weak, or the three gentlemen are too strict, so none of the poems passed. The flowers did not come out either.

The eyes of those rich and powerful businessmen suddenly showed color, and their eyes even showed disdain.

In fact, this is a competition between literary talents and money, but according to the current situation, literary talents will lose to money after all.

Yingren was upset at this moment, Ling Shuang was acquired by Luo Ding, this was something he couldn't accept no matter what, and he was thinking about how to turn defeat into victory.

Suddenly I heard a girl's cry from upstairs: "Hey, Mr. Han has come out...!"

"Yeah, that's right, look quickly, Young Master Han Mohan has come out."

Yingying Yanyan seemed quite noisy for a while, and saw a young man in white clothes slowly walking out from the corridor. He was only 24 or [-] years old, with bronze skin, handsome appearance, and a generous demeanor, and walked slowly to the long table. .

At this time, Chu Huan had already heard someone commenting: "Han Mo is here too? Well, such a grand event, he is also indispensable!"

"This talent has a very good name. It is said that his hometown is in Dongkaidao. He came to our Yunshan Mansion last year to study in Caotang Academy."

"Well, this person has a great reputation in the East China Sea. He came to our Yunshan Mansion, and it is said that he is very popular in Caotang Academy."

"It seems that Wenhua is going to come out of him."

Han Mo walked to the long table and saluted. Mr. Lan showed appreciation and said with a smile, "Han Mo, although you are from our Cottage Academy, the old man will not show mercy."

Han Mo nodded with a smile, and didn't say much. He went up to the pen, and his writing movements were very chic. In a short while, he had already inscribed several poems. Six!"

Mr. Lou stroked his beard and smiled, "Do what you can and know how to advance and retreat. You really deserve to be Mr. Lan's favorite student!"

The three gentlemen didn't say much, they watched one by one, and when they saw Han Mo's poems, the three gentlemen finally showed appreciation, and then discussed in a low voice, and Mr. Lan said: "Han Mo, your six poems, There are five poems that can get Wenhua, but this poem has flaws and cannot be passed!"

Han Mo saluted respectfully and said, "Students are not talented!"

Mr. Lan had already got up and said to the surroundings: "Five of Han Mo's six poems are available for writing. If the poems are good, I will post the poems that pass the test later for everyone to appreciate. Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhao discussed it together, and if anyone refuses to accept it, they can come back to us!"

Everyone around hurriedly said: "Don't dare!"

They knew the justice of these three gentlemen, and also knew Han Mo's talent and learning. It was expected by everyone that he could win Wenhua, but five of Han Mo's six poems passed, which still surprised everyone.

The girls upstairs all showed admiration for Han Mo.

Only then did Mr. Lan ask Han Mo, "You got fifty Wenhua flowers, who do you want to give them to?"

Among the six girls, the least one has eighty single flowers, so although Han Mo has fifty Wen flowers, he is not qualified to pick the brand, but such an achievement is already amazing.

Han Mo looked at the girl with the least number of flowers and the smallest building, and said with a smile, "Miss Huanbi from the powder makeup shop is delicate and lovely, so I will give all the fifty wen flowers to Miss Huanbi!"

All around was filled with admiration. Miss Huanbi was originally ranked the lowest, but she didn’t expect Han Mo, a great talent, to give her all the flowers. She was excited and hurriedly saluted Han Mo. She won these fifty flowers, ranking the highest. Then suddenly rose one, ranked fifth.

Han Mo smiled slightly, bowed to Mr. Lan and the others, but didn't say much, and walked away with his hands behind his back in full view of everyone.

He came out stunningly, and walked in a chic way, full of the elegance and ease of a literati, all the girls watched him leave. Although he didn't take off his brand tonight, but in this short period of time, Han Mo's reputation has reached the extreme, and tomorrow he will surely It will be spread everywhere, and Han Mo's elegant story that shocked everyone with his calm and gentle wind will surely be recited by others, and he will also become an idol in Yunshan Prefecture.

Next, more than 30 talented scholars and scholars came forward. Although there are many scholars in Yunshan, not everyone can enter. The entrance fee of 20 taels of silver has blocked countless talented scholars and scholars from entering Baoxiang Tower. Small very small portion.

Among the more than 30 people, more than ten poems passed the test, but the tallest person only had two poems to pass the test, which has nothing to do with the overall situation. It seems impossible for Wenhua to pick the brand today.

There were fewer and fewer literati coming forward, Yingren finally couldn't bear it, got up suddenly, and went to the long table. Chu Huan and the others were surprised, but they didn't expect that Yingren would also go to snatch Wenhua.

Everyone in the courtyard was surprised, Ying Ren was sitting at the table, he looked like a rich man, unexpectedly he would also win Wenhua.

Luo Ding frowned suddenly, he already surpassed Ying Ren by 120 flowers, he thought that getting Ling Shuang was a certainty, but who knew that Ying Ren still didn't give up and wanted to compete with him with Wen Hua.

But soon he showed a sneer, the difference of 120 flowers is not a small amount, unless Yingren has the ability to write thirteen poems, and must pass all of them, then it is possible to win him.

Even Han Mo, a great talent, can only pass five, and Luo Ding doesn't believe that Yingren can pass thirteen.

Yingren stepped forward and saluted respectfully. Mr. Lan saw that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he dared to stand up. He was a little surprised.

Ling Shuang on the lotus platform was also a little surprised to see Yingren coming out, looking at Yingren with watery eyes.

Yingren came up in a hurry, there was really no other way, he was not willing to lose to Luo Ding, let alone let Ling Shuang become Luo Ding's obscene object, so he stepped forward, but when he picked up the pen, his mind was It was a blank space. Although he had to be taught by Xu Congyang, talent cannot be taught after all. Naturally, it is impossible to have the talent of Xu Congyang to export poetry, so he couldn't help frowning.

When Luo Ding saw Yingren pick up the pen, he was a little nervous at first, but when he saw Yingren frowning, he immediately showed a mocking smile.

Seeing Yingren like that, Chu Huan sighed. Yingren acted in a hurry, but when he was in a hurry, he often had no inspiration. It was even more difficult to write good poems.

Of course, Chu Huan didn't want to see Ling Shuang become Luo Ding's crotch plaything, and he was thinking of helping, but Yingren was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to stop him. Seeing that Yingren was in trouble, he felt helpless. Get up and walk over.

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked again, but when Ling Shuang saw Chu Huan coming out, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Huan walked up to Ying Ren, and said with a smile, "My lord, I still remember the poems you wrote a few days ago. Why don't I write them for you!"

Yingren was in trouble, and when he saw Chu Huan coming out, he was so excited like a drowning man seeing a ship. He almost wanted to hug Chu Huan and kiss him. He also knew that everyone was watching, so he pretended to hesitate, and finally nodded and said: " That's fine, you can just write down my poems and let the gentlemen comment on them!"

He didn't know what Chu Huan could write, but at this moment, he could only ask Chu Huan to help.

Chu Huan bowed respectfully to Mr. Lan and the others, and said: "I am not talented, I would like to write his poems on behalf of Mr. Xu, and I ask the three gentlemen for permission!"

What kind of people Mr. Lan and the three are, how could they not see that Yingren was in trouble, Chu Huan came up and claimed that he wanted to write a poem written by Yingren, but the three of them knew that they were just coming out to rescue Yingren.

Fortunately, the three gentlemen are all masters of poetry, and they don't care who wrote it, they only care about whether there are really good poems. After looking at each other, Mr. Lan nodded and said, "Come here!"

Chu Huan cupped his hands, took the wolf hair from Ying Ren, spread the paper, but began to think about the poems in his memory.

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