"Why are you laughing?" Xiang Yun asked with some confusion.

"Your Majesty, please stop joking with Wan'er. Your poems...it's really difficult to win the first place."

Lin Waner's words were already very euphemistic. As a personal maid who grew up with Xiang Yun, Lin Waner knew very well about the bit of ink in Xiang Yun's belly. Let alone writing poetry, even if the latter was writing

Sometimes I can’t even recognize all the words.

But when it comes to famous works, Shi Ziye really has some.

But most of them are like, "The hero's sword is not old, but the old lady's charm is still there." Or, "If you are poor, you will be alone, but if you are rich, you will have a group of wives and concubines." A married man should not go to bed, and a wretched wife should not leave the house. These orders.

It makes people laugh out loud, but it is not a "famous masterpiece" that can be considered elegant.

And now, Xiang Yun still wants to win an award for his poems at this birthday banquet that is full of literati and talented people. Lin Wan'er believes that if he competes for the last place, his eldest son is really powerful and almost unbeatable.

Well, it is possible, unless only one of my own sons participates.

After all, Lin Wan'er didn't believe Xiang Yun could write any decent poems at all.

Looking at Lin Wan'er's playful smile, Xiang Yun felt very unhappy. He was actually despised by his personal maid. This was not a good thing. It seemed that he had to revive his master's glory!

Xiang Yun immediately said to Lin Wan'er with a proud look on his face: "You little girl, how dare you not believe in your eldest son? Go and bring me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and I, my eldest son, will fight for the first place for you."

have a look!"

When Lin Wan'er heard this, she thought it was Xiang Yun's joke, but she was delighted that her son was so elegant, so she turned around and ran to the garden, got pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and placed them in front of Xiang Yun's table with a look on her face.

Looking at his eldest son with a smile, he wanted to see what hilarious work he would write this time.

Xiang Yun didn't care how Lin Wan'er made any noise. The latter was holding the brush in his hand decently at the moment. He washed the tip of the brush with water like a professional, and picked up a messy hair with his fingertips and wiped it gently.

He gently pulled it off, stroked the tip of the pen, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately, the latter shook his robe, pressed the top of the rice paper with two bamboo chopsticks, turned to Lin Wan'er and ordered: "Wan'er, grind ink for me!"

Lin Wan'er looked at the pretentious behavior of her eldest son, and felt a little amused and very interesting. She cleverly picked up the ink stick with her slender hands, poured some water into the inkstone, and started grinding it clockwise with the ink stick.

Uniform and full ink is ground.

"Your Majesty, please." Lin Waner also looked like a little book boy, asking her Crown Prince to write a poem with ink!

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yun dipped the pen tip into the ink without hesitation, and immediately hooked the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone. The latter raised the pen and hung it on the rice paper, standing there for a long time without writing.

Lin Wan'er, who was standing aside, saw her eldest son frozen in place like a wood carving and clay sculpture. She couldn't help but secretly cursed in her heart: "It seems that the eldest son is out of money and can't write. I know that the prince must be bragging."

However, Lin Waner, who knew Xiang Yun best, guessed wrong this time. It was not that Xiang Yun had no money in his stomach and couldn't write, but that he had too much in his stomach and really didn't know how to write. What choice should he make?

Which poem.

You know, Xiang Yun's head contains five thousand years of rich poetry from the entire China in his previous life. Although he has not fully memorized these poems, as a top liberal arts student, he still read the poems and songs and recited them.

Many classic quotes.

At this moment, Xiang Yun only wanted to win the first place in this poetry competition and obtain the cloud instrument rewarded by his cheap father. He did not dare to despise the literati in this world, so he was thinking about which poem to choose in order to be able to win.

Steadily coming out on top.

Xiang Yun thought about it over and over again. Just when Lin Wan'er who was standing by thought that the latter would never make the move, the young prince, who was frozen in the distance with a confused expression, finally moved!

The latter did not start writing immediately, but slowly raised his head and looked at the bright and bright full moon reflected in the sky. A complex and emotional emotion flashed in his eyes. At this moment, the earth flashed in Xiang Yun's mind.

His friends, classmates, teachers, and his only relative, his grandfather!

"Are you all okay? Are you looking at the moon today too?"

Lin Wan'er, who was standing by, had never heard the language that Xiang Yun murmured before. She felt as if she was listening to a book from heaven. She was confused and didn't know what Xiang Yun was talking about.

The next moment, Xiang Yun had already put pen to paper!

In his previous life, Xiang Yun majored in ancient Chinese and also took calligraphy as an elective. The university teacher who taught them calligraphy was an old scholar who highly admired Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

The latter believed that this was the best calligraphy and the real calligraphy of everyone, so he often asked Xiang Yun and others to copy and imitate Wang Xizhi's running script. Although Xiang Yun did not write as rich and charming as Wang Xizhi's, he still copied its shape.

The imitation is 70% or 80% similar.

However, now that Xiang Yun is an Eryun warrior, his control over the body and the strength of his mental power have far exceeded what he had when he was on Earth. The moment he writes, Xiang Yun's mind and body are almost in perfect harmony.

The writing brush has become a part of my body, like an arm using my fingers!

The next moment, Xiang Yun rolled up his sleeves and supported his wrists with one hand, hanging his pen on the rice paper, and the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, floating like a giant!

At this moment, Xiang Yun's spirit and energy are in harmony, his mind and body are in harmony, man and nature are in harmony, and there are three inches of ink light on the rice paper, shining like a star!

On the side, Lin Wan'er, who originally had a joking smile, couldn't help but restrain the smile on her face when Xiang Yun wrote the first word.

When she saw the second and third words, her expression began to change. First she was surprised, then shocked, and finally shocked and disbelieving!

…

About a stick of incense later, on the second floor of Chunlai Pavilion, the servants had delivered hundreds of rice papers filled with poems!

"Haha... Your Majesty, it seems that your reward really got everyone involved. So many people actually wrote poems. Now we are all in for a treat." Wang Wenjing looked at the thick stack of rice paper and couldn't help laughing.

He said.

At the moment, Wang Wenjing and other prefects acted as the marking officers. Wang Wenjing was originally a scribe and had been an official marking the imperial examinations for many times. He was very familiar with the marking procedures and immediately organized several prefects to review the markings together.

They read these poems very quickly. Generally, it only takes more than ten seconds to finish reading a poem. For those poems that have no new ideas or mediocre literary talent, they just put them aside. If they think there are good words and sentences, they will read them.

He would nod his head with admiration, and immediately present it to Xiang Lingtian, the prince, the princess, and the two princes for viewing.

When encountering a truly excellent poem, a few people will slow down their reading speed, then read it carefully, analyze its meaning word by word, and appreciate the artistic conception of the poem.

"Crows roost in the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts.”

"Hiss... the language of this poem is simple, concise, concise, and the depth of skills is beyond the ability of ordinary literati." Wang Wenjing looked at the poem in his hand, his eyes could not help but shine, and he recited aloud.

When everyone heard the words, they immediately looked sideways. They had obviously heard the poem recited by Wang Wenjing, and they all felt that the poem was a bit extraordinary. Even compared to Wang Wenjing's first poem, this poem was almost as good as Wang Wenjing's first poem, and even exceeded it.

!

Wang Wenjing quickly looked at the signature on the back of the article: "Fuzhou County, Wang Shouyi!"

Everyone was a little unfamiliar with this name when they heard it. Only Wang Wenjing suddenly remembered it after thinking about it for a moment.

"It turns out this is this person. No wonder he can write poems of such a state of mind."

Everyone looked over with questioning expressions, and Wang Wenjing patiently explained.

"This man is a student who graduated from the National Education College. He has been scholarly for generations. His elders have also published many poems and written many articles, but they are all ordinary works. Only in this generation, this Wang Shouyi

He has excellent literary talent and is very good at composing poems! He was also well-known in the National Education College at the time, but I never expected that he would also come here to congratulate the prince on his birthday."

When everyone heard this, they realized that it was a poem written by a talented disciple of the National Education Academy. No wonder it was of such a level. The National Education Academy is the highest palace of Fengyun Kingdom literature, and most of the literati in it will almost become Fengyun Kingdom in the future.

The pillars above the hall.

"I think Wang Shouyi is very likely to be one of the top three tonight. Your Majesty, please come and enjoy it and see how this poem goes." Wang Wenjing said, holding the scroll with both hands again, and presented it to Xiang Lingtian.

Xiang Lingtian read it for a while, his eyes showed appreciation and he nodded frequently, obviously he also praised this poem very highly.

"Hey... this is a good poem!" After a while, the Xiliang County Prefect suddenly said with a surprised look on his face, and everyone showed surprise and curiosity when they heard this.

You must know that there is a time limit for writing poetry this time. Generally speaking, it is not easy to make a seven-character quatrain, but it is not easy to make a larger poem. Someone can actually make a poem.

The good words of praise from the Xiliang County Sheriff immediately aroused everyone's interest.

"Master Sheriff, please recite it quickly and listen to everyone." Wang Wenjing's curiosity was the strongest and he urged.

The prefect of Xiliang County immediately recited: "The world is a big dream. How many autumns are there in life? The wind has blown the leaves in the corridor at night. Look at the brows and temples. The wine is cheap and there are few guests. The moonlight is blocked by clouds. Who is the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Let’s share the lonely light together. Looking northward sadly.”

"hiss……"

As soon as Wang Wenjing heard this poem, his eyes suddenly lit up and he showed an expression of surprise. This expression was actually a bit more shocked than when he saw Wang Shouyi's poem from the National Education Academy.

Although other people do not have as deep knowledge and research in literature as Wang Wenjing, their level is not low. After listening to it, they naturally immediately realized the extraordinary charm of this poem.

"Good lyrics... This is definitely a great song! The world is like a big dream, how many cool autumns are there in life? Everything in the world is like a big dream, how many cool autumns are there in life? It's really wonderful!

"

"This poem is graceful and sad, but it does not lose its grandeur. It is really wonderful. It is three points higher than Wang Shouyi's poem!"

Wang Wenjing did not say one point higher, but three points higher. This shows that his high regard for this poem is quite high!

"Master Taishou, what is the name of this poem and who is the author? Is he a student of the National Education College?" Wang Wenjing asked quickly.

"This poem is called "Xijiang Moon: A Big Dream in the World", and the author is Lin Feng, Nanping County."

"Lin Feng! It turns out to be him!" Wang Wenjing's eyes immediately brightened up, with a look of sudden surprise on his face.

"Does the Prime Minister know this person?" Xiang Lingtian also asked curiously. Even he felt that this poem had a lofty artistic conception and brilliant literary talent, so he was also a little curious about the author.

"Your Majesty, this Lin Feng is also a disciple of our Chinese Academy of Education!"

"Oh..." Everyone was surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect that this person was also a student of the National Education College. However, on second thought, how could a talented man who could write such a masterpiece not be a student of the National Education College? The latter

Gathering together all the top scribes in Fengyun Kingdom, they will naturally be the best in Fengyun Kingdom when it comes to poetry, poetry and poetry!

Wang Wenjing continued: "Your Majesty, this Lin Feng is currently a student in Class A of the Chinese Academy of Education. He is the grandson of Lin Xuan, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy. He has been gifted since he was a child. He is proficient in all kinds of poetry, lyrics, and songs, and all of them are of outstanding quality."

"In this examination, he ranked second in Fengyun Kingdom. If nothing unexpected happens, in the palace examination a few months later, this person will definitely be ranked among the top three!"

"By the way, Lin Feng was still a student in the same class as the young prince, so they can be considered classmates." Wang Wenjing suddenly remembered something and added.

#I updated four chapters yesterday, thinking that everyone would praise me. I checked the circle early this morning, and there was a message from a brother that almost fell down in front of the computer. He actually asked me to update four chapters every day! So what, Frivolous is still
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