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"Nothing" Shen Shu shook his head slightly. In fact, he had said 70 to 80% of the same words at Prince Yu's Mansion, and several of them were exactly the same. How could there be such a coincidence in the passing of life?

At this time, the Nanzhili scholar also had a scholar. He said, "I am all the numbers, that is one to ten, plus hundreds, thousands, and thousands. Listen to me. The eight streams in front of the hundred-foot building, four sounds of Qiang flutes and six bridges. I sent a letter to break the three spring geese, leaning on the pillow and hearing the five night chickens. On the Chinese Valentine's Day, I met the cow girl's meeting, and I spent ten years talking about the desk and the eyebrows were in harmony. Thousands of thoughts came back to the nine, and the yellow goose cried to the guest in February." Sure enough, no one fell to the end, and they were embedded in it.

Sichuan scholars had all the calculations, but they still had no choice but to go on, so there were only the last four masters left. This time, it was Nanzhili scholars who gave the question. He thought about it and said, "I will write ten words to Wing Chun. The flowers are shaking the shadows of the window screen, and you may meet them?"

"I came to Fujian to kill the students and gradually stopped being low-key, and said, "I chant the summer with ten words, and I put green money on the lotus and count the rounds."

"My ten words are a poem." The Nanzhili scholar said: "The flowers branches are filled with shadows, the shadows are reflected in the window screen, the shadows are reflected in the sun; the slanting sun is reflected in the window window, and the screen window is reflected in the branches and flowers." The first sentence is the first seven words, the second sentence is the last seven words, the third sentence is the first seven words to read, and the fourth sentence is the last seven words to read inverted. This is a very difficult one in palindrome poems.

"A coincidence! This is also a poem." The Fujian Juzi smiled and said, "Lotus is long and green, and water is long and green. Water is long and green. Number of circles; dots are long and green. Quan, and Qian, add water is long and green." It is completely in line with the format of the Juzi, and it is obvious that he has played this kind of word game before.

The Nanzhili Juzi looked at the Fujian Juzi helplessly and said, "Brother, are you too awesome?"

The Fujian Juzi smiled and said, "I didn't meet a strong man." He said that he was just picking up the anger, which caused everyone below to change their faces.

But the Xijiang Juzi and Hu Guangjuzi couldn't care about so much. They both racked their brains in sweat, trying to make up ten words that match the format.

In the end, the Xijiang master was better at raising his skills and said loudly: "I have it too. I will write about spring in ten words. The clouds and white geese pass by the southern building half-color autumn!"

Someone who is a buzzword said according to the format just now: "The white geese passes through the south building, and the geese passes through the south building half color in autumn; the autumn color is half color in the south building, and the geese passes through the south building, and the white clouds in the south of the building are full of praise."

So he looked at Huguang Juzi. After holding it in for a long time, he finally shook his head and said, "I have some ideas just now, but now it's winter, it's really not enough." So he bowed his hand and went down dejectedly.

While everyone was sorry for him, they all looked at the Fujian scholar and said, "You can do the winter so well?"

"What's the difficulty?" The Fujian scholar smiled and said, "Listen, what time is the snowflake in the plum branch blooming, and the spring letter comes!" How many snowflakes in the plum branch blooming. Spot the snowflakes in the spring letter comes; the spring letter comes comes from the spring flowers and snowflakes in the spring, and how many plum branches in the flowering snow.

After hearing this, everyone felt that he really had crazy capital and was really talented. "I have a riddle, and the riddle is a poem. The answer is four "person names; please guess two of them. I will go down. If I can't guess it, please go down."

"Tell me!" At this point, no one gave in. The two said together: "If you can't guess it, just go on!"

"Please listen to me," the Xijiang picker said, "The beauty pretended to be drunk and asked someone to help her, revealing her frost and snowy skin on her chest; she walked into the tent and couldn't find her, so she let her feng shui fill the world."

This was really difficult, and it made the house fall into silence. Chen Si and Xu Wei also locked their eyebrows and thought for a long time. Finally, Xu Wei said softly: "I guessed it." Chen Si nodded and said calmly: "Don't steal the show."

But the Fujian Juzi was not slow to guess. But he didn't know what he had, so he actually refused to say it. This made Nan Zhili Juzi, who was waiting for him to give the answer and followed the clues, and finally gave up after holding it in for a long time and said, "I can't guess it." As he said that, he asked the Fujian Juzi, "Brother, don't choke, let me open my eyes when I said it."

The Fujian scholar then said reservedly: "I don't know if I guessed it right?" Then he slowly said: "I think the beauty pretends to be drunk and asks someone to help her, "I pretend to fall down, Jia Dao; the frost and snowy skin on her chest is "white inside, Li Bai."

"Then the last two sentences?" Everyone said, "You'll finish it in one go, I'll suffocate us to death.

"Walking into the tent, it should be Luo Yin. If he lets his feng shui fill the world, it should be a wave. Pan Lang, I wonder if what he said is right? The Fujian scholar smiled and said, "Yes! That's right!" Everyone suddenly realized what he said and shouted. Someone who was a good man brought him a bowl of wine and asked the master to drink it.

Only Xijiang and Fujian were left. The title of the title was in the hands of Fujian. He looked at the slightly nervous Xijiang and said, "I'm afraid my brother's riddle was not what I thought of?"

"Yes." The Xijiang Juzi nodded honestly and said, "What I saw in an ancient book is said to be a riddle of the Tang Dynasty, but no one has matched it yet." In this year, except for the Four Books and Five Classics and Zhu Zi's language textbooks, the rest of the books were very narrow in circulation, and most of them were isolated from private collections. So he was outstanding in the book! He was not afraid of being "六号" when he saw it.

"Okay, I'll also write something from the book. If you can follow the rules, you will win." Fujian Juzi said: "If you can't match it, this bet will be even if we Fujianese win.

"You can come out the first couplet." Xijiang nodded and said, thinking that it is always better to match the pair than guessing riddles.

"I'm not talking about absolutes, but a couplet of poems. You can listen to them." The Fujian scholar cleared his throat and said, "Full and freely approach the road. Rest and comfort the tiredness. Guess the bright light and the brightness, and the surprise and speech are harmonious. The grass is deserted and the cage is covered with cages, and the room is poor. I am eager to serve the side, and the Jing says that the clear and turbid are mixed!"

Everyone was upset when they heard this. It was too difficult. The couplet poem said that the radicals of each poem were the same, and the smoothness of the content and sentences had to be taken into account. The difficulty itself was very great, let alone this. If eight different radicals were used in the eight-line poem, it was simply incorrect.

Xijiang Juzi gave up after thinking about it for a moment. This was too difficult for him. He said with some dissatisfaction: "Can you?"

"It's not a question of whether I can do it now." The Fujian scholar laughed and said, "But will you say with a stern face and say, "If you admit defeat, I will tell you the answer."

"So, you know? Xijiang said.

"You have to admit defeat before answering." Fujian raised his arms in front of his chest, feeling a little proud.

road.

"Abstain from defeat, admit defeat, admit defeat." The Fujian scholars all started to cheer together and said, "Xi is not as good as Min! Xi is not as good as Min!"

Amid this unrestrained laughter, the Xijiang Juzi's face turned red, and he said with a lip, "How can I represent Quanxi? Xijiang is much better than me. Even if I admit defeat, it cannot mean that Xijiang is not as good as Fujian." This is a distortion, but he must not let go. Otherwise, he will be flooded by the spitting stars of his fellow villagers.

"Who can represent it?" The Fujian scholar said arrogantly: "Who can answer this in this room? Just ask for help, just ask him. His fellow villagers started to cheer, "I'm afraid no one can help?" For a moment, Yue Nan emphasized in the room that he was so proud.

At this moment, a Xijiang accent suddenly sounded in the corner of the hall and said, "What's the difficulty?" It immediately attracted everyone's eyes. Everyone saw a fat white man wearing a dog-skin hat looking at the Fujian scholar with a provocative look on his face and said, "I'll just give you a casual look, what do you think?" As he said that, he cleared his throat and said, "I wandered around, reeds and grass were deserted; I thought more and more resentful and sad. The river rolled in the waves; I went back a long distance and stayed in the cold window. Iron Lock Town bronze bell, and the bamboo Buddha was tired!"

He finished reading this place, and someone recorded it there. When everyone saw that it was indeed a couplet poem that met the requirements, and it was smooth and meaningful. It was said that the poet was in a low mood and came out to relax without any purpose. As a result, he came to the riverside in late autumn and saw the withered reeds rolling away in a cloudy way, making his mood even more depressed, so he had to walk back. But the sky became dark halfway, so he had to stay in a temple. It was cold at night, and his heart was miserable, so he could only sleep with the Buddha.

Everyone said good poems, and suddenly, regardless of north, south, east and west, except for Fujian scholars, they kept applauding. Everyone was also intentional. They had long been unable to stand the arrogance of the Fujian Juzi and wanted to find someone to overwhelm him. So when this fat white man was born, the limelight overshadowed the Fujian Juzi.

Only the young man next to him laughed secretly and said to himself: "Speaking is the voice of his heart. It seems that Brother Wen Chang has turned into ashes and is about to be mad at that woman. I have to help him make this happen as soon as possible." It's Mr. Wen Chang, who is famous all over the world, and the students are not wronged!" He said, bowing and bowing, "Student Fuzhou's Uncle Zheng Tang has met Mr. Wen Chang."

When he heard that the fat white man was Xu Wei, he stood up with a whistle and immediately left behind the battle for his own morale behind. He was the most important thing to visit famous people in the world. Xu Wei became famous at a young age and was less than 20 years old. He was known as the leader of the literary world together with Wang Shizhen and Li Panlong. He was called "Panlong among the Kings of Xu and North in the South. In the eyes of scholars, he is definitely an idol-level figure.

"Not fun, not fun. If you are staring at a group of girls in a daze, Xu Wei will definitely be sweet, but if he is staring at these stinky men, he can't help but stand up all over his body, shook his head and said, "I'm here to have a meal, you should think I don't exist anymore."

His wish was soon fulfilled.

Because of his exposure, the table he sat on naturally became the focus, and Shen Mo, who was gloating at the side, also came into everyone's sight.

Then a sharp-eyed man recognized him and shouted, "Oh my God, he is actually a mentor." It quickly caused a series of reactions, including those from Nanzhili, Xijiang, Jiangxi, Huguang, and even Fujian. After confirming that it was Shen Mo himself, everyone left the table and ran over, knelt on Shen Mo's table with Muru's face and said, "Students meet with their mentor!" There were also many people who were easily moved, all their eyes were red.

It’s embarrassing to be silent. I just joked with Xu Wei, but now I can’t escape it.

This is because during his five years in Suzhou, he spent a huge amount of money to expand Suzhou Prefecture School, contacted major academies for students, and invited famous teachers to teach in Suzhou. Not only did he not charge a tuition fee, he also provided subsidies to students with difficulties in life and rewarded students with excellent academic performance. He himself also did his own work. No matter how many official duties, he had seven or eight days a month to consult in the academy, or to give lectures, or to deal with life difficulties for students; what was even more difficult was that he did not have a narrow concept of regionalism. He welcomed scholars from other places to study and gave local scholars the same treatment. Such teachers who were both morally and capable and treated equally will naturally be respected by scholars.

There is reason to believe that the performance of scholars at this moment is the expression of true feelings.

He stood up silently and helped him, "Get up quickly, don't disturb the business of other people's restaurants."

The students were obedient and stood up after hearing this, but they still surrounded him and refused to leave.

"Who is this person?" Naturally, more people don't know the silent. Seeing that he is young and handsome, as if he is from Tsinghua University, how could he become the mentor of so many people? He couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'll scare you when I say it!" A silent student said proudly: "Our mentor is the first in the thousand-year imperial examination.

"What is the first one?" someone else said curiously.

"The first one won six yuan in a row!" Those born mouths were almost raised to the sky, and they were honored.

"Ah! So it's Shen Liu!" Jin understood now. When everyone looked at Xu Wei just now, they looked at Chen Si with a ten-fold hot look. They surrounded him three layers inside and outside, and they were not able to escape. This is not to say that Si Si is more famous than Xu Wei, but on the eve of this competition, when you can see the legendary King of Exams, everyone thinks it is a great luck, and everyone wants to get closer to him, get some spiritual energy, and increase your luck in the exam.

The mascot of the Ming Dynasty imperial examination was Shen Liu! He listened to him and forced his fellow villagers back to his seat, which made his eyes quiet.

Chen Si picked up the wine glass, stood up and toasted everyone and said, "I am silent. It is not surprising that I am free. I am at home today. I wanted to feel the atmosphere of taking the exam in the past, so I pulled Brother Wen. I came to Qionglin Tower to have a drink together. He first pointed out that he was an idle person to avoid unnecessary trouble. Then he smiled and said, "It's true that this trip is worth it. I witnessed an extremely exciting literary fight. It's really amazing! It makes me, the listener, feel extremely satisfied!"

He knew that those who had been snatched the show must be unhappy, but once these few compliments were thrown out, those people felt happy and felt that they would definitely have good luck if they were praised by Shen Liu.

"To express gratitude," he paused silently and smiled, "I want to toast a few friends who came out to compete with a glass of wine. I wonder if I can enjoy my face?"

"I'm so humble and approachable." Everyone said to him, "I don't know who appreciates whom's face? Those who were just competing were naturally flattered and came out to the silence." At this moment, he didn't realize that he was a young man this year, and he was dizzy by his identity.

Silently asked them about their names and hometowns. It turned out that the Fujian scholar named Zheng Tang, whose courtesy name was Ru'ang, and whose pseudonym was Xuelou, was from Fuzhou.

The monk named Yu Youding, whose courtesy name is Bingzhong, and whose pseudonym is Tonglu, was from Ningbo Prefecture. However, he had never been to Suzhou, nor had he seen Chen Si.

He knew the Nanzhili scholar, Wang Shizhen's younger brother, Wang Shiyou, from Taicang, Jiangsu.

The Jiangxi Juzi was named Yang Shiqiao, whose courtesy name was Yiqian, and his nickname was Zhi'an, and he was from Yizhou.

There is also the funny lake master named Sun Yingyuan, a fellow villager in Jiajing.

The other three people also reported their names one by one. They greeted politely in silent greetings, and then cried a glass with them. They did it first and respected them, and the nine people drank them all immediately.

After drinking, silent smiled at them and said, "You are not acquaintances without fighting. I suggest you respect each other, how about it?

All nine people agreed and greeted each other. Thinking of the battle of voluntarily, they felt a little embarrassed. They said happily in silence: "How great is this. No matter where we are, they are all people of the Ming Dynasty. It is okay to compete with each other and compare the superiority, but we will not do it if we are sad. Are you right?"

Everyone nodded and said, "Thank you for your teachings, sir."

"What kind of teachings? Just a few heart-wrenching words, waved your hand silently, put down your cup and said, "Why are there so many people in the Ming Dynasty who are still bullied by Altan, the buzzer and others? It is because we are not united and like to build our own seedlings. No one can beat them." After saying that, he was also happy and said, "I am not an adult today. I just say this casually. If you think it makes sense, just listen. If you don't make sense, just take it as a wind in your ears." As he said, Xu Wei said, "Let's go, everyone hasn't eaten yet. We are here to affect everyone's appetite."

Most of these poems, riddles, and other things have their origins, but most of them have been processed by me, and they have changed their appearance in many lines, adding fuel to the fire. And such as Xu Wei's poems and the ones, "The last three of them are purely original," so I can't help but leak, just to make you smile, don't go into it, please forgive me,
Chapter completed!