Dai Can defeated his father

Outside the gate of the annex.

Qin Xiaoman looked at the two carriages in front of him, very helpless.

There was still a cup of tea before the poetry meeting began, and he was not late.

But he didn't expect to arrive later than Zhang County Ling and Wang Changshi.

"Qin Xiaoman, if this matter spreads, everyone will think that you are bigger than the county order and the leader of Changshi.

Xiao Chengliang laughed teasingly.

"Fortunately, you are a great poet now, and no one dares to laugh at you when you appear in the finale. "

......"

Qin Xiao said in his heart: I feel like you're laughing at me.

"Seeing that there are so many carriages outside, I should be the only one missing.

He saw a lot of carriages parked outside, and then listened to the crowds in the courtyard, and when Zhang County Ling and Wang Changshi entered the door in front of him, he didn't stop, and got out of the car.

walked into the courtyard, but only saw Wang Yaohui, Ruan Meng and the palace guards present.

Zhang Xianling and Wang Changshi, who were wearing official uniforms, were already surrounded by a group of people and walked towards the flowery garden.

"The poetry meeting has begun?" Qin

Xiaoman asked puzzled, handing over the invitation.

"Wang Yaohui, didn't you write the right time on the invitation you gave me?"

Even if he knew that Wang Yaohui did it on purpose, he still had to pretend to be in the dark before this big drama could continue.

"As the most famous poet in Rongzhou, Qin Gongzi became famous in the first battle of poetry that day, and naturally he was going to make his final appearance.

Wang Yaohui took the invitation and perfunctorily touted it as an explanation.

He handed the invitation to the guard, and after gesturing with his eyes to destroy it, he gestured in the direction of the garden.

"The people who came to participate in the poetry meeting today have already gone to the garden to enjoy the scenery and compose poems, Qin Gongzi's talent is more outstanding than theirs, I believe that even if you come one step later, you will be able to win the first place today.

Wang Yaohui's sycophant words came out as if he didn't want money.

Qin Xiaoman could only show a floating expression, and walked forward with his head held high, still shouting in his mouth.

"I'm here this time to be fully prepared, I know that many people didn't accept me last time, this time, I want to let them know what real strength is!"

he said domineeringly.

Wang Yaohui smiled brightly.

"I believe that today's Qin Gongzi will be able to make many quatrains like that day's poems, not only famous in Bashu, but also famous for the entire Daqian!"

"Haha, Wang Yaohui, you are really good at talking, but it is useless for you to praise me, I remember that I have time to pay back the 200,000 stone grain that I owed in the last competition, and I can't afford to pay it back at one time, you can learn from Fang and Li to pay me back in a limited time."

Qin Xiaoman laughed heartily and strode towards the garden.

Wang Yaohui walked behind with a smile, but his eyes were like quenched poison staring at Qin Xiaoman's back, and he secretly gritted his teeth.

Qin Xiaoman, let you go crazy for a while.

When I expose the truth about your ghostwriting, can you still laugh

!"Everyone, the great poet Qin Gongzi is here!"

Coming to the garden, Wang Yaohui shouted.

The literati who were thinking hard in the garden looked towards the moon gate.

When he saw Qin Xiaoman coming with confidence, the picture of the competition in Qin's house that day flashed in his mind, and his face became even more bitter.

"Wang Gongzi really has face, and he invited five talented Li Dumeng, not counting, but also invited Qin Xiaoman. "

Qin Xiaoman won't make poems on all the topics again today, and overwhelm the audience, right?"

"Wang Gongzi, as the host, is not used for poetry, but it can make us miserable, with these six people in front of Zhuyu, where can the poems we make still be eye-catching?"

Qin Xiaoman heard everyone's discussion, and his waist straightened up.

He glanced at the garden.

The title is written on a scroll and hung in a gazebo in the garden.

No more, no less, exactly five titles.

Underneath the scroll is a three-foot-square wooden box, which is used to store the poet's masterpiece.

At this time, each wooden box was pressed with a few thin pieces of paper on a large platform, containing the masterpieces of the literati present.

In addition to the topics that attracted the most attention, the most eye-catching thing present was not Zhang Xianling, let alone Wang Changshi, but five young talents with good looks and extraordinary temperament.

As soon as they dried the ink on the paper, folded it and put it in a wooden box, they were surrounded by the literati in the center.

"Brother Meng, can you chant your poem on Jiang Yi and let me learn from it for inspiration?" "

Brother Zhang, why did you make another poem? How many poems about the moon have you still not circulated

?" "Brother Wang, is the mountain you made different from the mountain you just now?"

Qin Xiaoman glanced at the five people who were surrounded by everyone and walked into the stone pavilion.

Even if he didn't look at the inscription on the picture scroll, he knew that Wang Yaohui would come up with the title today.

But just in case, he took a look.

Really.

It's exactly the same as in his design.

"The river, the moon, the mountains, the rain and the water are all written scenes, and there is nothing new.

Qin Xiaoman spoke nonchalantly.

There was a contempt in his words, which attracted the attention of many people.

"Qin Gongzi is talented, the topic I think of is really nothing new, I hope that the poems made by Qin Gongzi can be refreshing.

Wang Yaohui couldn't suppress the smile on his face anymore, and he urged.

"Qin Gongzi still hurry up and write down the poems you wrote and put them in the box, so that the same good work, the first person to make it is better.

"It's easy to say, but I can't write these poems at all.

Qin Xiao said confidently, walked to the table in the center of the pavilion, picked up the wolf pen, and calmly put down the pen.

His flamboyant attitude made many people curiously come to the table and wait for him to put pen to paper.

Qin Xiaoman saw that Brother Meng, Brother Zhang, Brother Wang, and the other two who should be Brother Du and Brother Li also came over, and the dog crawling characters in the pen were written faster.

"Okay, now that I've written five poems, I'm not going to put them alone.

"I have spent a lot of effort to make these poems, I guarantee that you have never heard of them, so that you can open your eyes!" After

a while, Qin Xiaoman filled the three-foot-square rice paper on the table with poems.

Five five-character quatrains, counting the punctuation, are only a hundred words.

It's just that his ugly words seem crowded.

Many people have to squint their eyes to make out carefully.

"Wanglu Mountain Waterfall": The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

Wang Yaohui easily recognized it, and after reading the poem, he hit his left arm hard with a fan, screaming excitedly.

"This is a quatrain

!" "This is a poem with the theme of water, and the remaining four poems must also be masterpieces!" Wang

Yaohui's words suddenly filled everyone's expectations.

In addition, he just read "The flying stream goes straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days", which made the literati present applaud one after another.

At this time, I heard that there were other masterpieces, and almost in the garden, except for Zhang Xianling and Wang Changshi, who were sitting in the shade of the trees drinking tea, the rest of the people surrounded the pavilion on the third floor and the outer three floors.

"Happy Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. Moisturizing things silently, this sentence is really amazing to write spring rain!

""Luchai": I don't see people in the empty mountains, but I hear people's voices. Close-up into the deep forest, reflecting on the moss. Qin Gongzi, you Qingshan, who doesn't see people and only hear human voices, I also want to see and understand. "

"Endowment from the king": from the king's out, do not take care of the remnants. Sijun is like a full moon, and the night is less bright. This poem writes deeply about the loneliness and affection of a man who has been away from home for a long time, admire, hahahaha, I really admire!"

Wang Yaohui blew wildly, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Qin Xiaoman writing poems that were exactly the same as he expected.

"Wang Yaohui, don't be in a hurry to laugh, there is the last one written by Jiang.

Qin Xiaoman kindly reminded.

Five poems and five authors, Meng Haoran's masterpieces must not be left behind.

"Yes, there is also a song "Sujian Dejiang" here, moving the boat to the Yanzhu, and the sunset is new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. Good poem, good poem!" The poem

has come to this point, Wang Yaohui did not even organize the wording of praise, and praised it perfunctorily.

As soon as the words fell, he glanced at the five of them.

"Qin Xiaoman, you are shameless!, you dare to steal my Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" to fill up the number!

""Not stop, this "Spring Night Rain" is clearly written by me Du Fu, but he is ashamed to say that he wrote it!"

"It turns out that not only my Wang Wei's "Lu Chai" was stolen, but also Brother Du and Brother Li.

"And Brother Meng and me, our poems are also regarded by Qin Xiaoman as his, and they are used to sell their reputation, which is simply a great shame in the poetry world!"