Zhenguan Wenzong System

Chapter 224 The Shocking First Competition

According to the agreement before the competition, the time limit for each poem is one stick of incense.When judging, the top and bottom ranks are based on the quality of the poems and the time of submission.Putting the two together is precisely to suppress the advantage of the party who made the question.

It was because of such an agreement that at this moment Luo Yan didn't care about winning or losing the first match at all.He knew Du He's level, but he had prepared in advance.In this way, whether it is quality or time, Du He is completely at a disadvantage.Even sitting next to Du He, Luo Yan didn't look at what Du He wrote. Instead, he watched with great interest the actions of the Pangs and his sons opposite.

At this time, Pang Wenlin was not in a hurry to write, and looked at Luo Yan with a smile on his face.Seeing that Luo Yan did not instruct Du He on how to compose a poem, but looked at himself instead, he laughed wildly and said, "Dr. To save these people from saying that I took advantage." It was said that it was tea time, but Pang Fengcheng had been staring at Du He the whole time.From a distance, he saw Du He scribbling on a piece of paper, and he didn't take out a new paper for copying, so he allowed his son to relax like this.

After all, Du He is still working hard, and Luo Yan can't just give up, so although he doesn't have any hope in his heart, he still said: "I definitely think you should finish writing quickly. Since you know that Du He is going to lose, then write and What's the difference if you write late. Besides, you're not afraid to talk too much with me, and forget all the things you remembered before. "

Pang Wenlin was a little breathless when he said this, and was about to have a good argument with Luo Yan.Suddenly, he was bumped by Pang Fengcheng who was beside him: "Stop talking nonsense, that yellow-haired boy has already changed the paper. I'm afraid he is going to transcribe his poems. Hurry up, finish your own first, and then you will be proud."

Pang Wenlin was really taken aback by such a long paragraph.But he quickly realized it, but it was really like what Luo Yan said, this thing suddenly forgot what the first sentence was.The tip of the pen had already drawn several ink dots on the paper, and when I suddenly remembered, the paper was no longer usable.He had no choice but to draw a new one. After changing it, he was already a bit behind Du He.

Regardless of the advantage of his age, Pang Wenlin dipped himself in the ink and began to write on the paper.

Just now when they saw Pang Wenlin's embarrassing appearance, Qu Tuquan and the others joked with many literati behind him.Seeing that Pang Wenlin was on the right track at this moment, he became anxious and kept saying to Du He in front of him, "Du Er, hurry up, that Pang Wenlin has already started to write. He has worked so hard on the pen for so many years, and his writing skills must be better than that of others. Hurry up, if you don't hurry up, you will lose this game."

While urging Du He, he kept scolding Pang Wenlin: "You are shameless, didn't you say you have to wait for a cup of tea? You have been writing for so long, but you have just arrived for a cup of tea. It’s not cheap.”

"Pang Wenlin, do you still have the face to compete? You agreed to trust each other. Your honesty is eaten by dogs."

All kinds of scolding sounded from Qu Tuquan's side, and then all the onlookers turned their attention to them. As for Du He and Pang Wenlin on the field, it seemed that the victory and defeat had been decided at this moment, and there was nothing to watch.Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Pang Wenlin's advantage is too great. Even if it took a little time just now, he will definitely be able to complete it before Du He.As for the quality of poems, there must be a gap between preparation and on-the-spot performance. .

However, there are times when people with eyesight are blind.This time it was a real cup of tea, Pang Wenlin put down his pen and blew the wet ink on the paper with his mouth.Obviously, he was done.He proudly said to Luo Yan: "Well, after all, I still want to win." Then he laughed arrogantly.

This laughter attracted everyone's attention. Although Pang Wenlin's face was not shining at this time, people's eyes were still fixed on his face.Many people began to whisper in private: "Oh, it's really nothing to watch. This match is going to win. I'm a bit regretful. Why didn't I beat Pang Wenlin at the beginning?"

Many people are saying similar things.

However, just after Pang Wenlin laughed out loud three times, suddenly the crisp sound of pen ending stuffed the rest of his laughter back into his throat.

Duho is done.

That's right, Du He completed his poem just when everyone was feeling that the ending had been decided.

Children write slowly and have weak wrists, so the ink marks on the paper are not very heavy.Just take a breath after putting down the pen, and you can see that the ink marks have dried.Du He, who was no longer restrained, picked up his poem, stood up and trotted to the top, and handed the thin piece of paper to Yao Silian who was sitting in the middle.

The situation suddenly reversed.Luo Yan watched helplessly as Pang Wenlin forcibly closed his grown-up mouth, and then watched Du He hand in the poem with a look of astonishment.This result made the onlookers laugh out loud, as expected, it was because they did not look at the dancing now, but at the end of the year list.

In desperation, Pang Wenlin could only stand up and submit his manuscript.

However, what made Pang Wenlin more at ease was that his poems were solicited with a lot of money.I even recited it deliberately, thinking that the little Du He was not familiar with the rhyme, and he had little knowledge, so at most he just made a few random sentences.Thinking about the action just now, it must be that I handed in the poem manuscript earlier, so as to take advantage of it.

Seeing that the manuscripts of both parties had been handed over to the judges, the scribes who were watching began to get anxious.As a spectator, I just want to know what the result is. Although Pang Wenlin's embarrassment just made people laugh, if he can win in the end, then everything before is just a more tortuous experience. Can make people relish.

At this time, the five judges looked at the two poems with some difficulty.In other words, during this trouble, several people were still shocked.

Is this something written by a child? It's simply too unbelievable.Yao Silian picked up Du He's poem and said to several people: "I'm afraid that many people here will not be able to compose this poem. Alas, I really underestimated this Luo Yan. But, after all, that Pang Wenlin was born before What Du He has done, how should we judge whether it is high or low?"

After listening to Yao Silian's words, Huang Xizong also nodded, and said in agreement: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't believe it was written by a child. Oh, I'm old, I'm old." As for Yu Shinan and Guo Yushen, People also kept nodding their heads, but stopped talking.

Seeing several people like this, Teacher Jiang said: "This Pang Wenlin's writing is also good. When I comment on the poems today, I must put aside all the age and family background of the writers, otherwise there will be these preconceived factors. Induction, I'm afraid it's unfair to that Pang Wenlin."

These words obviously mean to say that some people are biased, but it is true that Master Jiang is right, and Yao Silian and the others can't refute, so they nodded helplessly and said: "That's true, let's put Pang Wenlin's poems aside. Regardless of the others, it is considered top-grade. I think so, this time, it’s better to set the result like this. And don’t let that Pang Wenlin suffer.”

Yao Silian's proposal quickly won approval.

Taking out the two manuscripts, Yao Silian read, "This is from Pang Wenlin.

Sweeping the sycamore leaves at night, the empty boudoir is locked in late autumn.

When you turn over, you will end up with lovesickness, but you are ashamed to send it away.

Thinking of you but not seeing you, repenting to teach you to find a prince.

The letter was attached to the blue bird, and it was sent to Qinqiu. "

The boudoir salutation is quite obvious, and the meaning is considered excellent, so after reading it, Yao Silian commented on the discussion just now, and then told everyone: "This poem is above average."

Although I know that in the hands of these old gentlemen, there will not be any poems that will be regarded as top-grade, but at this moment, the ones who heard this are only judged as the middle and upper. It’s different, such poems are actually rated as above-average. I think, then Du He’s poems are likely to be rated as below-average or below.”

Before these people finished discussing, Yao Silian picked up another piece of paper and said, "This is Du He's.

The mulberry on the green moor, the willow on the edge of the city.

If you want to tie the carved saddle, it is difficult to keep your husband and son-in-law.

Yan entered to peep at Luo Mu, and the wind came to urge the painting boat.

Gift Jun Qingluo fan, lovesickness accompanied by water flow. "

After reading it, he ignored everyone's exclamation and said, "This poem is above average."

This result made everyone a little bit astonished, and the two actually had a tie in terms of the quality of their poems.Moreover, it was still when Pang Wenlin took the lead.This is too scary.

Before everyone finished discussing, Yao Silian announced: "In this round of competition, although Pang Wenlin finished writing first, he still has the advantage in writing the question. Therefore, we will discuss it twice and cancel it out. This round is a draw."

This unexpected result shocked everyone.Even Luo Yan was staring at Du He at this time, completely unexpected that this kid's level was unknowingly beyond his imagination.

Hearing Yao Silian's words, Qu Tuquan's gang gave a loud hello, and then stepped forward, surrounded Du He and Luo Yan, and said repeatedly: "Du Er, you did a good job this time. The next round will be beaten." When we come up with a question, we must make a difficult one, and the one surnamed Pang won. Today is really relieved, hahaha, isn't he boasting that he is very good on weekdays, and he didn't even win Du Er today. How dare you brag."

Then he repeatedly promised: "As long as you don't lose today, I will take you with me every time whether you go to Hualiudi or Tiantianju." Feeling that this promise was not very satisfying, Qu Tuquan continued: " In the future, if you don’t like anyone, just tell me, brother, I will definitely bring someone to beat him up.” At this moment, the somewhat second-handed habit emerged again, making the others laugh for a while.

There was no shortage of teasers beside him: "If he doesn't like you, what will you do?"

Qu Tuquan didn't even think about it and said: "Then I slapped myself twice, and I will be a good brother in the future." After saying this, it caused another burst of laughter.

　The poems are not well-crafted due to time, and I hope everyone will forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)