Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Chapter 77 I am Wei Xiaobao of Yingtian Mansion
Chapter 77 I am Wei Xiaobao of Yingtian Mansion

"If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan"

"Hiss... my mother-in-law, brother Jinnan, you are really trying to make Xie Xie dare not write poetry for the rest of his life!"

"If a life is just like the first time we met, damn it, why can't I write it down!"

"Prodigy? Bullshit prodigy!"

As the so-called insiders watch the doorway, the outsiders watch the excitement.

The more capable people like Xie Jin and Fang Xiaoru are, the more they know how different this poem is from what they wrote themselves.

When it comes to poetry, there really isn't much to say about the most basic knowledge.

If you put it in a school, basically a master can explain it clearly to you in a few classes.

The rest is just that after the vocabulary and reading volume have increased, I have to be more particular about word choice and sentence making.

To put it bluntly, it is not easy to get started.

But it is difficult to achieve the most powerful and admirable part.

That is no longer a matter of knowledge or level, it is completely "aura" and "spirituality"!
To put it bluntly, it’s talent!

Because Xie Jin knew this very well, he was particularly agitated.

After hearing Jie Jin start to curse, Hu Weiyong also stopped writing, turned to look at him and said with a smile:
"Why, Sir, you can't hold on any longer?"

"Then you can't do this. Look at Xiaoru, he's totally fine!"

"You're still not steady enough!"

Fang Xiaoru raised his head blankly after hearing this and looked straight at Hu Weiyong, his eyes particularly resentful.

There was even so much resentment that Hu Weiyong got goosebumps all over his body.

"No, Xiaoru, if you have something to say, just say it. What does this mean?"

Fang Xiaoru twitched the corner of his mouth with a sly smile, and replied angrily: "How can Fang be so virtuous and worthy of Brother Chen's praise?"

"Furthermore, there is no such thing as stability in Fang. It's just that Fang is self-aware!"

"Don't talk about a great talent like Brother Chen. Fang knows very well now that Fang is far away from the great gentry. Let's talk about Brother Chen!"

Seeing Fang Xiaoru's sour and ugly look, Xie Jin laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Haha, Brother Fang, I am not alone!"

"I also knew when I saw Brother Chen's opening chapter that the top spot tonight must be Brother Chen!"

"It's pitiful. Xie doesn't know his own abilities and wants to compete with Brother Chen!"

"Now it seems that Xie is more than just a arrogant person."

"Brother Chen, I am convinced. Congratulations to Brother Chen for making your poetry famous tonight and for winning the beauty back home!"

Hu Weiyong raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Hey, you gave in so quickly?"

"This is not like the gentleman Jie Jinjie I know!"

Jie Jin shook his head and spat angrily.

"Bah! You have a bad taste!"

"I finally understand. If you weren't sure, you wouldn't come forward at all!"

"You just want to hear me flatter you and say a few nice words, huh, Xie will not let you get what you want!"

"Hurry up and write!"

"Xie must let the people outside know what it means to stand up high in the mountains!"

"Even Jie is convinced by this poem, and they have to kneel down to listen to it in fear of death!"

Good guy, Xie Jin is so crazy that he has no limits.

However, Hu Weiyong did not hesitate. Since he had already stood up and started writing, he would naturally not write half of it and leave half of it.

Hold your breath and concentrate, write a splash of ink, and write the second sentence in one fell swoop.

"It's easy to change an old person's heart, but it's easy to change an old person's heart." Before the two of them could be surprised, Que wrote the second half without any pause.

"Lishan language is half past midnight, tears and rain and rain and bells will never complain."

"How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will make a wish that day."

"Sigh~"

As soon as the second half of this seven-character quatrain came out, Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin took a breath of air at the same time.

"Okay, Brother Chen, don't say anything, just let someone send it up!"

"I just want to hear what those people outside have to say!"

"Hmph, look at their ignorant looks. There were several bad poems just now that were obviously not as good as Jie's, but they were able to blow up the sky and there is nothing on the earth."

"Then Brother Chen will send this song up. Xie will want to see what they say! Haha, I think it will be very interesting!"

After saying that, he actually changed hands and put the poem that was still wet on the table directly into the hands of the boy beside him.

"Here, send it!"

"By the way, don't mention Brother Chen's name, just say what the guests of Yinhu Pavilion did!"

Each box in Zuifeng Tower is named after the zodiac, and the box they are in now is called Yinhu.

And next door to them is naturally Maotu.

The boy on the side agreed and trotted all the way to deliver Hu Weiyong's "masterpiece" to the judging room where the three talented people were.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he handed it over, the person sitting in the middle just glanced at it, then his expression changed drastically, he grabbed him and asked.

"Which talented senior did this?"

The young boy was stunned by his question, and forced a smile and said: "Master Sima, this work was made by a guest from Yinhu Pavilion. I specifically asked you not to give me your name, so don't embarrass me!"

The talented man who was called Mr. Sima didn't know what he thought of. Not only was he not angry when he heard this, but he nodded as if he suddenly understood.

"Oh oh oh, I'm being rude!"

"Go ahead, I want to read the masterpieces of my seniors!"

"Oh, by the way, give me a shout, no need to compete, tonight's top spot is out!"

As soon as Mr. Sima said these words, not only the other two judges on both sides were stunned, but also the participating scholars who were nearby were stunned.

The other two judges came forward and just glanced at it, then shouted in unison: "There is really no need to compete!"

Mr. Sima also calmed down at this time. He picked up the masterpiece that was obviously just written in his hand, carefully raised it to his eyes, looked at the people in the audience, and said loudly:

"I just said that the top spot has been announced, so naturally I have to convince everyone."

"This is a top-notch song in our eyes, and I will read it to you now."

"Bowl……"

……

When Mr. Sima recited this poem which he unanimously rated as "the best" with great affection, the entire Zuifeng Tower was in an uproar.

Some are excited, some are jealous, some are afraid, some are envious...

There are all kinds of life, nothing more than this.

No one is stupid. With this talent, he is either a senior expert or a big shot who will definitely succeed in this subject.

At this time, everyone listened to the waiter's introduction that it was a guest of Yinhu Pavilion. For a moment, they no longer cared about the etiquette department's etiquette, and immediately rushed to the front of Yinhu Pavilion to block people.

There were a few students among the crowd who actually knew Xie Jin and Fang Xiaoru. They actually grabbed them on the spot and wanted them to introduce them.

Seeing that the scene was getting more chaotic, Hu Weiyong immediately stood up and said:

"Okay, fellow students, why do you need to be so polite!"

"May I ask this brother's name?"

Hu Weiyong raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said loudly: "I am Wei Xiaobao of Yingtian Mansion!"

(End of this chapter)