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After educating the students, Zhao Luosheng turned to look at Wei Chen and nodded appreciatively. Even if Wei Chen's poem was from the past, it was enough to prove his talent.

At this time, Wei Chen was facing off against Feng Hanzhang, a student from the government school who had come out to announce the rules of the poetry meeting.

Just now, Zhao Luosheng praised Wei Chen so much that the pressure on Feng Hanzhang suddenly increased. Fortunately, the topic was not difficult, so he would not be unable to compose a poem.

After pondering for a moment, Feng Hanzhang slowly chanted: "The pale autumn face reflects the heavy door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow. When I get out of the bath, Taizhen ice makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul. The dawn breeze will not dissipate a thousand sorrows, The lingering rain also adds a trace to the swamp. I lean against the painting railing and if I feel like it, I clear the anvil and complain and send the evening away with the flute."

To be fair, Feng Hanzhang's poem can be regarded as a good work, but he is afraid of comparison in everything. Compared with the poems written by Wei Chen, Feng Hanzhang's poem immediately fell behind.

If the artistic conception is poor, it is useless to pile up rhetoric.

Feng Hanzhang himself was obviously aware of this, but due to his limited abilities, he could not improve even after knowing it.

He could only place his hopes on Zhao Luosheng. After all, Zhao Luosheng was his teacher in Fu Xue, so he would be more inclined to favor him no matter how much he thought about it.

Chapter 86 The name of the person, the shadow of the tree

On the high platform, Zhao Luosheng sighed, frowned, looked at Feng Hanzhang and said: "Your poems are all clichés and idioms. They are too rosy and powdery, and they are inferior in terms of conception."

Zhao Luosheng did not save face for his students at all, and pointed out Feng Hanzhang's problem to the point.

This time, Wei Chen obviously won.

Feng Hanzhang stood in the field, his face slightly pale.He has always been arrogant and arrogant. Before he came on stage, he had planned to single-handedly eliminate everyone in the Haitang Poetry Club, but he didn't want to end up losing miserably to Wei Chen, who was the last to appear.

However, he had to admit that Zhao Luosheng's evaluation was indeed pertinent and fair.

Although he was unwilling to do so, Feng Hanzhang had no choice but to retreat in disgrace.

On the other side, everyone in the Haitang Poetry Club was excited and overjoyed when they saw Wei Chen defeating a general from the opponent as soon as he came on the field.

Just now they were almost out of breath under the pressure of the people from Canglang Poetry Club. Now, at least the momentum has been temporarily restored.

The next person to appear was Xiao Chong from the Canglang Poetry Club. Like Feng Hanzhang, he was also a student at the Fu School.

Xiao Chong stepped into the arena and bowed to Zhao Luosheng: "Please give me the title, Mr. Zhao."

At this time, a gust of lake breeze happened to blow by, which was biting and cold. Zhao Luosheng tightened his cloak and took another sip of hot tea, which made him feel much warmer.

He glanced at the sparkling cold waves not far away, and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm old and can't stand the cold. The autumn and winter are really difficult for me as an old man. It's better to enjoy the spring! In this case, let's take the spring as the best. Let’s make a topic!”

Xiao Chong got the question and did not dare to neglect it. He immediately began to think deeply. After a long time, he said loudly: "The drizzle wets the neem flowers, and the south wind makes the trees ripe with loquats." .”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

After Xiao Zhong finished speaking, the members of the Canglang Poetry Club in the audience started to support Xiao Zhong.

"The soft drizzle, the gentle south wind, and just a few sentences outline the spring of March in the south of the Yangtze River. Listening to this poem is like admiring a picture of a spring mountain trip. How wonderful, how wonderful!"

Hearing the noise from the people in Canglang Poetry Club, Haitang Poetry Club suddenly became unhappy. Sheng Changfeng stood up and raised his voice, unwilling to be outdone: "Mr. Zhao didn't even comment, why are you so anxious!"

"Okay, don't say a word!"

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder gradually filled the air between the two sides, Zhao Luosheng quickly spoke to stop it.

Then he looked at Xiao Chong with soft eyes: "I also think this poem is good. From the scenery to the people, it is vivid and full of wild interest."

Xiao Chong was a steady and modest man, and his poems were excellent. He was indeed worthy of Zhao Luosheng's praise.

When Wei Chen saw this, his expression became a little more solemn.After about half a cup of tea, Wei Chen finally recited a poem:

The long grass warbler flies in the February sky,

Drunk spring smoke on the dyke willow.

Children return from school early,

Busy to take advantage of the east wind to release the paper kite.

After reciting, Wei Chen bowed deeply to Zhao Luosheng and said: "This is a poor student's work. I hope that the old gentleman will give you some advice."

Zhao Luosheng nodded, half smiling.

The young man in front of him is full of talent, but he doesn't seem to be a student in Yangzhou Prefecture, otherwise he could be cultivated well.

"As soon as the grass grows and the orioles fly, as soon as these four words come out, the vitality of early spring rushes towards us. These first two sentences alone have already made the beginning of early spring come true."

The scenery comes alive. "

Zhao Luosheng paused, then continued: "The last two sentences, from objects to people, lovingly describe a scene of a group of children flying kites, and they vividly exaggerate the warmth and charm of early spring. I can’t help but make people yearn for it!”

"Brother, Xiao lost this round."

After Xiao Chong heard Zhao Luosheng's evaluation of Wei Chen's poems, he already knew who Zhao Luosheng preferred, so he took the initiative to admit defeat to Wei Chen.

Xiao Zhong bowed his hand to Wei Chen and said, "Brother, you are a great talent. Xiao is convinced of the defeat. I just have a question in my mind that I hope will be answered."

Xiao Chongcai was much more knowledgeable than Feng Hanzhang, and he was also humble and gentle. Wei Chen had a good impression of him, so he waved his hand and said, "It's okay to ask."

Xiao Zhong asked: "Brother is dressed as a student, and he has obviously entered school a long time ago, but Xiao has never seen him in Yangzhou. May I ask my brother, who is his name, and where did he go to school? "

Hearing Xiao Zhong's question, Wei Chen couldn't help but raise his head and look around at everyone in the field.

At this time, members of the major poetry societies pricked up their ears, and even Zhao Luosheng on the high platform looked at Wei Chen with interest.

If you don’t become famous now, when will you wait?

Wei Chen smiled faintly, bowed to everyone, and announced his family background: "I am Wei Chen in Jiangning. His cursive character is Xingyun. He studied in Jiangning Mansion. I have heard the name of Yangzhou Boat Poetry Club for a long time, so I came to see it. two."

"It turns out he is Wei Xingyun!"

"Jianning Mansion's first small three yuan in 50 years!"

"He actually came to Yangzhou!"

"No wonder even talented men like Brother Feng and Brother Xiao are not his opponents!"

Everyone in the venue was shocked when Wei Chen announced his name.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and Wei Chen's name were spread to Yangzhou as early as last year along with his poems and articles.

Not to mention that Wei Chen later won three small prizes in a row. Even though many people thought this was just luck, this did not prevent Wei Chen's reputation from spreading throughout Jiangnan Province.

When they heard that their opponent was the famous child prodigy Wei Chen, the members of the Canglang Poetry Club in the audience began to feel a little unable to sit still.

Their president, Feng Hanzhang, lost to Wei Chen. Xiao Zhong, who was recognized as the best in talent and learning in the poetry club, was no match for Wei Chen. Although there were many club members who could be sent out to challenge, their level was even higher than that of Feng and Xiao. If you don’t play, you will only be humiliating yourself if you play.

If we don't come up with a way to deal with it, Canglang Poetry Society will definitely be penetrated by Wei Chen today and become a stepping stone for Wei Chen to become famous. From then on, its reputation in Yangzhou Prefecture will be ruined.

This is absolutely unacceptable to Canglang Poetry Society.

President Feng Hanzhang glanced at Wei Chen on the stage, summoned a member with a gloomy face, and whispered a few words into his ear.

Then, under the deliberate cover of several other people, the member quietly sneaked to the area next to the Zuiweng Poetry Club, found Yang Lin, the president of the Zuiweng Poetry Club, and whispered a few words.

Yang Lin struggled for a moment, then finally nodded and handed the visitor a thin booklet.

The man put the booklet in his arms and sneaked into the area next to Yangliu Poetry Society.

After wandering around the field like this, when he returned to the area of ​​Canglang Poetry Club, he already had more than ten booklets in his arms.

When Feng Hanzhang saw this, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He quickly found Qin Ming, the member of the poetry club who endorsed the fastest, and asked him to take shorthand on the spot, as many as he could remember.

Under the cover of all members, Canglang Poetry Club's small move did not attract the attention of the judges on the high platform.

At this time, Xiao Zhong had already withdrawn. Feng Hanzhang deliberately pretended to discuss it for a while, and finally sent out another person. He did not ask him to win, but only asked him to buy enough time for Qin Ming.

After Xiao Chong came back, he felt that the atmosphere in the club was strange. When he saw what Qin Ming was carrying, he was shocked. He quickly found Feng Hanzhang and persuaded him bitterly: "Brother Feng, if you do this, even if you win, it will be a loss." It’s impossible to win without force!”

"Brother Xiao, I know you have always kept a clean mind, but this is a decision jointly made by me and the other presidents of the poetry club. It is best for you not to interfere."

Feng Hanzhang looked gloomy and turned to look at Wei Chen, who was high-spirited on the stage.

"This is Yangzhou. If a person from Jiangning is allowed to become famous by stepping on the poetry societies in Yangzhou, it will be a shame for hundreds of people in Yangzhou."

Chapter 87 Nine Poetry Societies

In the area where the Zuiweng Poetry Society is located, the vice president Wang Rui slowly walked to the president Yang Lin, looked at Feng Hanzhang not far away, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, you really gave the collection of poems to that person named Feng. ?”

"Why not?" Yang Lin said meaningfully.

"This is Yangzhou, and the Painted Boat Poetry Club is a poetry club for Yangzhou people. If a Jiangning person steps on us and becomes famous, it will be a shame for hundreds of people in Yangzhou!"

Yang Lin repeated what Feng Hanzhang sent to him, and then sneered: "Listen, Canglang Poetry Society has become the representative of Yangzhou scholars!"

"Hmph, this Feng Hanzhang really takes himself seriously. A Canglang Poetry Club cannot represent us Yangzhou scholars!"

Wang Rui chuckled, and then looked at Yang Lin doubtfully: "Brother Yang, you won't be fooled by Feng Hanzhang so easily, will you? That collection of poems is the hard work of dozens of people in our poetry club for a whole month!"

"Of course Yang wouldn't be so naive!"

Yang Lin paused and said with a half-smile: "But Feng Hanzhang also said that as long as we help him this time, the Canglang Poetry Society will not participate in the poem competition at the Huafang Poetry Club next year."

"Is there such a thing?"

Wang Rui was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing and said: "Feng Hanzhang is so desperate!"

"Can you not be impatient?"

Yang Lin laughed, with a hint of schadenfreude in his smile: "The two most talented poets in their poetry club have lost. Who else can we rely on to deal with Wei Chen? We can't really let Wei Chen go through it all. Then Cang Don’t hang out in Yangzhou Prefecture from Langshi Club anymore!”

……

The Huafang Poetry Fair is held every six months, and poetry clubs in Yangzhou that are interested in participating in the Poetry Fair usually start preparations one month in advance.

The titles of this painting boat poetry competition were randomly given by the chief judge Zhao Luosheng. It seems that the titles are ever-changing and there is no trace to be found.

actually not.

First of all, conventional poetry is nothing more than a few broad categories, such as nostalgia, chanting things, friendship, frontier fortress, etc. As long as you make more preparations in advance, you can always hit a few of them.

Secondly, many of the people present are students of Zhao Luosheng and have studied in government schools for a long time. This can improve the success rate of the quiz based on Zhao Luosheng's personal experience and interests.

For example, Zhao Luosheng once served as an official in Lin'an, so you need to prepare more questions about Lin'an, Qiantang, and West Lake.

By adding regular questions and targeted questions, the success rate of answering questions can reach close to [-]% to [-]%.

Everyone has their own type of poetry that they are good at, and they also have their own shortcomings. The advantage of the poetry club is that it can gather the talents in the club to create a large number of poems in a short period of time, thus forming a special book to deal with the topics of the poetry club. Poems.

In this way, personal shortcomings are made up, and every member of the club embodies the wisdom of the entire poetry club.

This thin booklet is a magical weapon used by major poetry societies to compete for supremacy in the Huafang Poetry Society. It has always been kept secret and is only circulated within the poetry societies, making it difficult for others to see its true appearance.

Now, in order to maintain the reputation of Canglang Poetry Society, Feng Hanzhang paid a huge price and obtained the inscribed poetry collections of nine poetry societies, asking Qin Ming to memorize them all.