At this time, Cai Wenji, who was hiding in the private room, couldn't help but blush with shame. Although she had never heard of it, this word was wild and frivolous.
This is not where Yong Yue comes from. He is simply here to tease me.
Also presented to Wen Ji.
Although the great scholar Cai Yong was usually as calm as water and as stable as Mount Tai, he was so angry that he pointed his finger at Zong Qi.
"You're such a slut, you actually dare to molest my daughter and throw her out..."
Originally, Zong Qi felt that he was about to die, but it turned out to be true.
"Sir, I misunderstood. I bought that poem from the street for ten taels of silver. It's unfair..."
Seeing Zong Qi being driven out of the hall, many young talents who wanted to finish their sentences quickly covered their mouths.
There are many people in the same situation as Zongqi. They are all people who usually walk their dogs and fight cocks. Many of them also spend money to buy poems.
Sure enough, the pieces of white paper were crumpled into a ball and thrown under the table.
Liu Qi, who was in the far corner, was also stunned by the moon chant just now. Naturally, it was not because of Zong Qi, but because of the guy selling poetry on the street.
If this were to be seen in future generations, he would definitely be a talented person!
One poem sold for ten taels of silver.
"The silver moon is like a bow..."
"There is no successor."
"Moonset dusk...
"Too bland..."
As the three great scholars took turns to comment, the young talents who received a fair review were all smiles, while those who received a bad review were dejected.
You must know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Normally, I just want to visit these great scholars but never get to meet them.
What's more, it was reviewed, and Yuan Shao and Cao Cao also submitted their own poems.
Huangpu Song Shilang nodded to the middle one. Although their poems had many flaws, they were still very impressive.
"You two are good at leading troops. It is the time for the imperial court to recruit people. If there is a suitable opportunity, I will recommend them to the officials..."
Cao Cao and Yuan Shao were not very proficient in poetry, so they were very happy to receive such evaluation, and they also had the intention of promoting them from the old general.
Huangpu Song Shilang still had a lot of say in the court. He worked hard to put down the Yellow Turban Rebellion and made great achievements.
"At this time, Meng De thanked Mr. for his support and will never forget it..."
Cao Cao and Yuan Shao still admired this old general in their hearts. He was upright and upright, used troops like a god, and he was also a great Confucian of the contemporary era.
The two bowed deeply and retreated.
At this time, Wei Zhongdao also had a smile on his face. His husband had already mentioned that he would write a poem in praise of the moon.
Wei Zhongdao was quite talented, and after preparing for a long time, he gently blew the wet ink with his mouth.
Just when Liu Qi was still thinking about which poem to use, he suddenly found a sharp gaze looking at him.
It was Wei Zhongdao, the Hedong guard, with eyes full of disdain.
It was obviously a challenging look from his love rival.
No wonder Wei Zhongdao was like this. Yinzi lost, his friend Yuan Shu was stunned, and Cai Wenji was the only one.
Nowadays, the reputation of Renyong Marquis Liu Qi is at its peak. Since he came to Linjiang Pavilion, he had the intention of winning the beauty back.
Therefore, Liu Qi is regarded as his biggest opponent. Although he cannot compare with him in martial arts, he can definitely crush him in poetry and poetry.
I am very confident about this, not to mention having my husband to help me.
Although they were far apart, Liu Qi felt the hostility immediately.
This is all due to practicing Chixia Kung Fu, and it is also the reason why Yuan Shu will lose when he throws the pot.
The last feather arrow thrown was attached with its own energy, and even without the help of Yuan Shu's feather arrow, it would still be controlled and thrown into the copper pot.
But that would be a bit shocking, but fortunately Yuan Shu threw the arrow according to his own wishes.
As for Wei Zhongdao's look, Liu Qi simply chose to ignore it.
Cai Wenji can only belong to herself, and no one can take it away from her, not even Wei Zhongdao, not even the King of Heaven.
"I knock jade hairpins into bamboos and sing a clear song, the moon is like frost..."
Seeing that most of the young talents below had already handed over their poems, Wei Zhongdao waved his hand, and the old housekeeper also handed the poems he had written to the official.
When Song Guan uttered the last word, the great scholar Cai Yong's eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Good words, good sentences, far-reaching artistic conception, excellent..."
call……
Everyone below looked at Hedong guard Wei Zhongdao with envy.
Speaking from the heart, this sentence is indeed very beautiful, and it deserves the reputation of being a young genius from Hedong.
I'm afraid this poem has already touched the heart of the talented Cai Wenji.
"Miss, I didn't expect Wei Zhongdao's Yong Yue to be so beautiful."
Although Xiaocui, the maid in the elegant room, is not proficient in poetry, she has been exposed to it for a long time in Cai Mansion and spoke quietly.
Cai Wenji's face did not change at all. This chant to the moon was indeed good, but it was not the chant to the moon that she wanted.
"Lord!"
The counselor Tian Feng and the genius Guo Jia couldn't help but be stunned when they wanted to hand over the Yong Yue they had written to the lord Liu Qi.
He quickly took the blank paper back. Although the poem he made to chant the moon was pretty good, it was far behind compared to Wei Zhongdao's poems.
Taking it out is just adding to the joke.
Seeing that the poetry reviews are gradually coming to an end, there were some reviews that were rated as average or above, but they still could not surpass the poems written by Wei Zhongdao.
"Brother Boyu, why haven't you started writing yet? Brother Yu is still waiting to see your masterpiece..."
I don't know when Wei Zhongdao's footsteps came over, the contempt on his face was obvious. Liu Qi'er had humiliated himself many times, and winning a round with poetry was more honorable than the previous two rounds.
After all, the ancients valued literature over martial arts, and Liu Qi only had the courage of an ordinary man.
"you!"
Qian Bojun pointed at Wei Zhongdao opposite and said nothing for a long time.
At this time, all the eyes around him looked over, and they all heard what he said just now.
"Is this Ren Yonghou the same as Zhen He said? He only knows how to eat, drink and have fun without having anything in his belly..."
They were whispering for a while, it didn't matter if they didn't write well, the key was that Liu Qi held the pen and didn't write a single word.
The beautiful woman in the elegant room is also anxious for her sweetheart.
"Miss, does my uncle not know how to compose poetry?"
"Shut up!"
"Xiao Cui, secretly take this song I wrote to the moon to that elm knot."
Cai Wenji hurriedly picked up a brush and wrote four lines on the paper, blew the ink gently with her mouth, and gave hurried instructions to the maid.
"It doesn't matter if Ai Lang doesn't know how to write poetry. I can do it for him myself."
Seeing the shameless looks all around, Wei Zhongdao was like a victorious rooster. At this moment, the pen in Liu Qi's hand suddenly moved.
Swish, brush, brush!
Finish it in one go, and when you're done, blow on the still wet ink with your mouth.
"Lord, why don't you use this subordinate's song to chant the moon?"
Qian Bojun asked quietly, it was easy to cheat and change things in front of everyone.
The key protagonist Liu Qi was also written too hastily, apparently forced by Wei Zhongdao. Although he did not understand the content clearly, Qian Bojun thought it was not a good work.
"No, just read this poem!"
Liu Qi gently put down the brush in his hand and said.