"Yeah! It seems that we are going to lose face today. Fortunately, we didn't go up." A student next to him said regretfully. If he dares to go up at such a young age, he must be very talented. I didn't expect to meet him today.
He has three great talents, so it can only be his bad luck.
Even if he comes to take the Provincial Examination, he will become a stepping stone for others. Even if he is admitted to the Juren Examination, his reputation will definitely not be good. It may have an impact on the exam, and his future ranking in the Imperial Examination may not be possible because of this.
Something happened, which affected the ranking.
"I have his poems here! Once you have finished them, come and judge them together!" Fu Ming was also not used to seeing these students from Jiangnan being so arrogant.
That’s right! Jiangnan is indeed the place where literary style flourishes, and there are countless talented people, firmly beating the North. In the final ranking of the scientific examination every year, Jiangnan’s candidates account for seventy-eight out of ten, which shows that the North is indeed not as good as
Jiangnan. Of course, this also gave rise to the arrogant and aloof temperament of Jiangnan students.
Fang Huai's face was expressionless, but there was a coldness in his eyes. It's time to teach these Jiangnan students a lesson. Do they really think that they have no one in the north? Especially in the past ten years, they thought that one day
With the support of high-ranking people in the hall, he became even more unscrupulous.
Fang Huai thought about it, thinking that these students were like the people in the court, and the resentment in his heart became heavier. Looking at the three talented people, he became more and more displeased, especially Huang Junheng.
"Then let's appreciate Senior Brother Liu's masterpiece first!" Huang Junheng suggested, and then he walked towards Fu Ming.
Gu Chengyu and the others had no choice but to follow. After all, he was also involved now, right? As soon as they moved, the crowd started to move with them. Many of them were students living in other inns, and they also came to join in the fun. The front door of Qunying Building was already filled with people.
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Liu Haonan saw so many people, and now it was difficult to ride a tiger, so he had to bite the bullet and agree. He felt that it was a bit dangerous to win the first place.
In fact, Huang Junheng was also very uneasy. He was not afraid of Liu Haonan. How many jins and taels did Liu Haonan weigh? He had already found out. Min Feng was the one he wanted to be careful about. He was determined to win the Jie Yuan Examination.
He must not let his cousin down.
Compared to the inner tension between the two of them, Min Feng was very calm. He was born into a fisherman's family in the south of the Yangtze River, and his father often fished on the lake to support him. He was late and only studied for seven years. He was admitted three years ago.
Although he regretted that he was not Xiao Sanyuan after winning the first place, he was satisfied that he could become a natural born and lighten some of the burden on his family.
Min Feng's thoughts were the same as Huang Junheng's. Although Liu Haonan was known as the Three Great Talents with them, his reputation had many falsehoods. He was also the only one among them who was not born with a natural talent. He didn't know when he was recognized by them.
Put their names together and compare them.
This poem is indeed difficult, and the format is limited. Min Feng is very confident in himself. Huang Junheng has some talent, but he doesn't care.
Gu Chengyu knew without looking that the three talented men in front of him did not take him seriously.
"Is there anyone else who wants to write? If not, let's start." Shopkeeper Wan asked the crowded crowd, but when no one answered, he saluted Fu Ming and started.
The first thing Fu Ming opened was Liu Haonan's poem. He read the poem aloud, "Stepping on the grass in spring, watching the green lotus pond in summer, the autumn wind bringing red leaves, and drinking the white snow in winter."
As soon as he read it, the whole place fell silent.
"Is this the wrong thing?" One candidate said hesitantly. Although he did not point it out clearly, his eyes looked at Gu Chengyu, which made it clear that this poem was written by Gu Chengyu.
Gu Chengyu also felt strange. Logically speaking, Jiangnan talents should not be at this level! Although this poem is written about the four seasons of the year, it also rhymes with it. The last line of the poem about drinking in the white snow in winter can be regarded as the highlight of the whole poem.
However, Gu Chengyu always felt that the beginning of the poem was a bit too plain and lacked artistic conception.
These words made Liu Haonan blush. Before he participated in poetry gatherings, he had pondered at home for several days before writing them. Only then did he shine in the poetry gathering. Now he was asked to compose an impromptu poem. Here he was.
There are some shortcomings in this aspect. It’s just that this student is really hateful. How dare someone who can’t even write a sentence dare to doubt him?
"What? You still think I'm dim-sighted? There's a signature on it." Fu Ming was of course not happy to be questioned. Could it be that he would help others cheat? He raised the paper in his hand, turned it over and looked at it.
The crowd shook twice.
The student was stared at by Fu Ming and could not help but shrink his neck. He was close, and those two glances were enough for him to see clearly that the signature on it was indeed Liu Haonan.
"Actually, I think it's okay? Not to mention the rhyme, the last sentence can be called a classic. It's just an impromptu poem, so it's not bad to do this, right? This is already amazing."
What this student said is fair. After all, none of their many students dared to go up. It was only because Liu Haonan was questioned because he was one of the three most talented people in Jiangnan, so everyone's requirements for him were a bit harsher. In fact, there is no way in the world.
How many geniuses are there? When going to a poetry meeting, how many of them would improvise poems on the spot? Didn’t they think about it for a long time at home and make a lot of poems for later use?
"Now read the second poem. This is Huang Junheng's poem. Listen carefully." Fu Heng glanced at everyone and saw that everyone calmed down before he continued.
"There are flowers in spring and a moon in autumn, cicadas chirping in summer and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world."
As soon as this poem was read out, Liu Haonan's face turned a little pale. Didn't it mean that Huang Junheng's talent and learning were equal to his? How could it be possible? Did Huang Junheng make this poem at home? Well! It's very possible, Huang Junheng is very likely
I knew the topic from his cousin.
Liu Haonan began to think wildly, while Huang Junheng looked calm and relaxed. In fact, he was proud of himself. How could Liu Haonan compete with him?
"Wow! This poem is really good!" Someone praised him, feeling that he was indeed a talented person from the south of the Yangtze River.
Everyone was talking, and Liu Haonan's face became even more ugly.
Min Feng glanced at Huang Junheng in surprise, as if he didn't expect Huang Junheng to have such talent and learning. Gu Chengyu looked at the expressions of several people and commented in his heart, this poem is considered well done, and it corresponds to the seasons, especially
It is the expression of emotion in the last two sentences.
Fu Hengyou took out another piece of paper, "Signed Min Feng!"
"The breeze blows on the south bank of the green river, and the swallows rush to peck at the spring mud. The rain curtain cracks, and the summer lotus fields are blown by the wind. The countryside sings the song of harvest, and the autumn leaves are paved with golden roads. The winter snow in the twelfth lunar month is covered with silver, and the firecrackers
Say goodbye to the old year in your voice."
As soon as this poem came out, the crowd immediately cheered.
"I'm telling you! Brother Min's poems have always put us to shame. Look! This must be the number one today."