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Chapter 116 Makes sense (second update)
On the gold list stage, Zhao Yan and other hundreds of scholars sat on mahogany chairs, all of them heroic and proud.

Being able to enter the top [-] on the Gold List, at least for half a month, can enjoy extremely high courtesy and even free of charge in the Goulan tiles of Shantai Mansion.

And the servants holding the ropes on the other side of the river also stared at these people closely, and carefully recorded their appearance.

Once it came to the final step of arresting the son-in-law, these people would naturally be their first choice.

Immediately, another screen was lifted up.

Housekeeper Hong pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly: "Next, we will really test everyone's poetry skills!"

brush!
The gauze was lifted again, and all the scholars looked at the content on the screen at the same time.

"Complete a poem, find the lyrics by yourself, don't talk about the happiness in the boudoir, only talk about the heart of fame."

There are only these twenty characters on the screen.

Everyone understands the meaning of this sentence, but it is not easy to write it.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there has always been a saying that poems are wives and concubines. Poetry is positive, which can be used to talk about personal ambitions and the rise and fall of the world.

Ci is more personal and market-oriented. Both the Taixue School and the Confucian School love to write poetry, and use it as a stepping stone to gain fame.The Huajian School loves to write lyrics, and their lyrics are mostly sung in the market, mainly writing about the joy of thrushes in the boudoir.

Now the theme of this game is to use the writing method of the Huajian School to express the desire for fame and fame that the Taixue School and the Confucian School always like to express.

It is very difficult to write like this.

Butler Hong said loudly: "Now the timer starts. After an hour, the young lady will personally review your poems, and the top ten will be selected to advance to the next round."

Hearing that there was only one hour, the hundred scholars on the field became tense.

Only Zhao Yan's face was quite calm.

If you ask him to write original works, he will definitely not be able to write them. He can only think about whether he has any stock in his head.

All the scholars in the audience also frowned. They had to admit that Hong Yuxin's question was better than some of the people in the state capital.

The top ten finalists this time will definitely become dragons and phoenixes in the future.

After ten breaths, Zhao Yan found a very appropriate poem.

But if he writes it out now, I'm afraid it will scare others, and he doesn't want to make too much publicity, so he can only pretend to be thinking and draw randomly on the rice paper.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, ordinary literati could compose a poem within an hour, but few people could compose this style of Ci.

Soon, the Jinbang stage became quiet.

The scholars frowned deeply, thinking hard.

The scholars of the Huajian School are even more depressed, because they have long written the kind of "lovesickness on the strings of the pipa", "the fragrant screen is empty, and the face knows where it is", "the white wall is low, and the waist is slender". sentences likeNow that they want to talk about the heart of fame and fame, they feel uncomfortable no matter what they think.

But for the sake of their own reputation, in order not to be ashamed of their pockets, and in order to embrace the beauty, they can only rack their brains to think.

Time flies, half an hour passed quickly.

Some have already finished halfway through writing, some are still grinding ink vigorously, and some look up at the sky with a look of despair on their faces.

The rice paper in front of Zhao Yan was still blank, but what he was thinking about was what to eat tonight.

Most of Hong Yuxin's eyes were on Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan didn't notice this, but Hong Tianshou did.

Hong Tianshou always felt that something was wrong with his daughter today, but he didn't know exactly what was wrong.

"Could it be that Xin'er has taken a fancy to that young man?" Hong Tianshou muttered to himself, and then asked the people around him who Zhao Yan was.

"Master, this person's name is Yan Zhao, he is here on behalf of Baiwenzhai, his accent is not like our locals, other information is unknown." said an old servant who received the invitation.

Hearing the words Baiwenzhai, Hong Tianshou couldn't help frowning slightly.

Yesterday, Hong Yuxin asked the housekeeper to send an invitation to Baiwenzhai without telling Hong Tianshou.

After Hong Tianshou found out, he almost didn't get angry. Although his Hong family also had a backer in Shuzhou, he wasn't very afraid of the Xue family, but the key to doing business is to avoid offending others.

He didn't want to provoke the Xue family.

And he also heard some news about Baiwenzhai, such as the fact that Changdan City has a backing, but he still thinks that Baiwenzhai will disappear within half a month at most.

He knew very well the character of Xue Lin, governor of Shu Province.

The people from Baiwenzhai beat Xue Huai like that, and when the Xue family got angry, even if Baiwenzhai and the third secretary, Kong Moshan, could have some relationship, Xue Lin would never let Baiwenzhai go, unless this Baiwenzhai was opened by the son of Kong Moshan.

If Hong Yuxin fell in love with this young man, Hong Tianshou would be a little embarrassed.

Judging by his appearance and temperament, this young man named Yan Zhao is barely worthy of his daughter, but with the addition of Baiwenzhai, he thinks it is better for the Hong family not to take this troubled water.

Gradually, it was already past noon, and the spectators off the court began to eat and drink while waiting for the release of the top ten.

When Zhao Yan felt that an hour was coming to an end, he wrote the poem that he had already memorized by heart on the rice paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.

At the moment when Zhao Yan lowered his head and wrote seriously, Hong Yuxin looked at Zhao Yan with joy on his face.

Hong Tianshou on the side frowned, and muttered in his heart: It seems that this girl has already taken a fancy to this boy from Baiwenzhai!
"Time is up! Put down the pen and stand up!"

Following Steward Hong's loud shout, all the 100 people on the stage put down their brushes, then stood up, and soon, all their lyrics were taken back.

At this moment, Hong Yuxin had already got up and went to the tent beside him to review the lyrics.

"My lords, please enjoy the lunch prepared for you to your heart's content. The result will be announced after my lady has finished reviewing it." Steward Hong said with a smile.

All the scholars are very nervous, the top ten will not only be rewarded with money, but also the reputation is very valuable.

For some poor scholars, if they can get the top ten, it can be said that they will go straight to the top of the mountain in the entire Shantai Prefecture.

Zhao Yan was also a little hungry, so he immediately sat aside and began to eat.

Hong Yuxin's talent and name are well-known in the entire Shantai Mansion, so there is no need for everyone to worry that she will not understand, or that they will not be able to see which are good lyrics.

It is gold, and it will naturally shine.

Hei Wa whispered to Zhao Yan: "My lord, I found out that sister Hong is always watching you secretly?"

Zhao Yan was taken aback, and murmured in his heart: She likes my Jinse and always looks at me. Could it be that she knows my true identity? ?

Liu Dazhong on the side added: "Our young master has extraordinary temperament, which girl would not want to take a second look, what's so strange about that!"

Zhao Yan nodded: Although I think you are flattering, what you said is indeed very reasonable!
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