Even before the banquet started, the atmosphere was already full of excitement. On one side were the great Confucian disciples from the capital, and on the other side was Donglin Academy, which has been passed down for centuries. There was Cheng Lixin, the long-famous dean, and Wang Shi, the absolute newcomer.

In the first three debates, Qi Yunmeng soared into the sky, and Jiang Zichuan from Jiangning, the most talented person in Hangzhou, wrote two stunning poems.

Lu Yutong sat on the stage and looked at the people in front of him. They were all the pillars of the Great Xia Dynasty. No matter which side took advantage, they were all rare talents of the Great Xia Dynasty. Moreover, the more intense the battle, the better.

If it were just one person reciting a few poems, it would be really boring.

"Sir, take a seat first. The scented tea in the Furong Garden has a unique flavor. You can try it first, too." Lu Yutong changed the topic and asked Kou Naiwen to take a seat. The direction of his finger was on the stage, opposite Xia Silu.

"Tea..." Yun Shuang clapped her hands, and the maids who were waiting at the door came in one after another with tea trays and fruits, and placed tea and snacks on each table.

Before all the maids could retreat, someone stood up, raised his hands to Kou Naiwen and said, "I've heard about the reputation of the young master for a long time. He Yun at the Lower East Forest Society has a question that I would like to ask for advice. I hope that the young master will give you some advice."

Kou Naiwen hurriedly put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up, and raised his hand: "Please enlighten me."

But He Wen frowned slightly and said, "I went to the hospital today and saw the scenery of the Lotus Garden. It is very beautiful. However, I have little talent and little knowledge, and I have difficulty in writing elegant words. I would like to invite the young master to write a poem. How about it?"

Kou Naiwen smiled slightly and said unhurriedly: "Please."

He Yun has obviously already thought up the poem, and this time he wants Kou Naiwen to improvise it on the spot. If it can be done, it is difficult to guarantee the quality in such a short time. If it is also a limerick, it will damage the reputation of the Third Young Master. This

In the first round of poetry, I fell short.

He Yun frowned, thought for a moment, and walked:

"Autumn outing in Furong Garden, boating with the setting sun on both sides of the bank.

Watching Feihong travel, it will be hard to stay in this world."

He Yun finished it in one go. Let’s not talk about the status of the poem, but she has already sketched out today’s events. During today’s tour of Furong Garden, boats kept stopping on both sides of the river. In the distance, flying giants were flying in the sky, as if they were swimming on the water.

I just know that I won't stay and will go south to spend the winter. The dialogue is neat and the rhyme is clear. If it is the poem that I just thought of, it can be regarded as a passing work.

"Not bad, not bad. Brother He's ability to express himself on the spot has become even more powerful. He actually wrote such a poem in such a short time." Yu Liang took a bite of snacks and laughed.

Unexpectedly, before Yu Liang could finish his words, he saw Kou Naiwen walking out from behind the case in two steps, walking straight down, frowning slightly, and after seventeen steps, he walked to He Yun, with his eyebrows still relaxed, and said:

“The hibiscus among the golden chrysanthemums, autumn is not yet desolate.

Next to the water, in the courtyard, drinking with a beautiful lady."

As soon as this poem came out, He Yun was firmly impressed from the first sentence. Golden chrysanthemums and hibiscus are the plants in this hibiscus garden. It is precisely because of their competing blooms that they appear not to be as desolate as late autumn.

It seems that in this courtyard by the water, everyone is accompanied by beautiful women, and they feel at ease while changing glasses. Even now, everyone is sitting in the restaurant with red sleeves, just by imagination, it seems that they are immersed in the scene.

He Yun dictated it again, but could only shake her head. The hint of joy before was completely shattered after these seventeen steps. It is unclear whether he was prepared in advance, but the Kou Naiwen in front of him was real.

It was written in seventeen steps, and it was a step ahead in terms of quality, time and artistic conception.

"Chengyi, chengyi..." Kou Naiwen looked around, obviously waiting for the people below to speak and continue what he said. After a while, he walked back to his seat.

For a long time, no one said the next poem. Except for a few teachers and the dean, no one could create a poem with such artistic conception in such a short period of time.

Everyone has turned their attention to Kong Chengyun, because his five-character quatrains are the best among young people.

Kong Chengyun frowned at this moment. When he felt everyone's gaze, he slowly stood up, walked out, and walked slowly towards the middle.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Kong Chengyun who came out. No matter whether he won or lost, he could not lose the face of Donglin Academy. Qiao Wenyun and Nie Wenxing looked at each other and finally showed a slightly relieved smile. Both of them knew that Kou Naiwen would reach this height.

The score is too high. Even if the two of them wrote poems in a short period of time, they can only be on par with this one. It is really difficult to win.

Jiang Ning ate his snacks as if nothing had happened, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. Zhao Pengcheng on the side gradually relaxed his brows. He already had an answer, but he couldn't answer it because he had a reputation and could not compete with him.

Let's compare these talented people.

Liu Sisi said softly: "What this Third Young Master is best at is not five-character poems or seven-character poems, but couplets and lyrics. If he had been given a little more time, he would not be able to write poems like this."

Qi Yunmeng smiled slightly and said: "That's natural. Zhu Xi is surrounded by people who are influenced by what he hears and sees, which is far beyond comparison with other people. Kong Chengyun is best at five-character poems. I hope he can write good poems."

"The situation is not very good..." Liu Sisi watched the atmosphere around her nervously. The autumn wind blew slightly, the sun shone down, and the coolness of autumn was gone.

Kou Naiwen drank all the tea in the tea cup, and it was finally time for a cup of tea.

Kong Chengyun finally stopped shaking his head, held his right hand, and said:

“The pear blossom is full of moon at the beginning, and the begonia is half full of spring.

The cold is light and the warmth is leaking forever, and the clouds are half cloudy and sunny."

Jiang Ning frowned. This was an excerpt from a Song poem, but he didn't expect it to come from Kong Chengyun's mouth. He couldn't help but laugh and shook his head slightly.

The pear blossoms bring the moon into autumn, and the begonias are in full bloom, half of which is spring. One autumn and one spring. Correspondingly, autumn is slightly cold, but it also reveals the warmth of spring. Just like this weather, it is half cloudy, sunny, cloudy, and dusk. From the four seasons

Two seasons were selected from it, evoking the meaning of cold and warmth. Although it has little to do with this poetry meeting, it can be regarded as a masterpiece, not to mention that it only took the time of a cup of tea.

"Good poems, good poems..." Guang Anjun clapped his hands and stood up: "Brother Kong's five-character quatrains are really amazing. When I saw them today, I feel ashamed, I feel ashamed..."

"Where, where, show off your ugliness..." Kong Chengyun breathed a long sigh of relief. He was quite satisfied with this poem. Although he couldn't beat Kou Naiwen's, it was still an equal score and he didn't fall behind. He immediately returned the gift.

, returned to his seat.

But Guang Anjun said: "Five words to regulate things, seven words to discipline oneself. I, Guang Anjun, just thought of a seven-character poem. After turning it over and over, I always feel that there is something wrong. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"

Kou Naiwen smiled and said: "But it doesn't hurt to talk."

At this moment, Kou Naiwen was no longer as humble as before. He had already seen that the people sitting in the audience were going to fight on wheels, but he was not afraid. What he had learned in the past three years was more confident than what these people had learned in ten years.

Guang Anjun smiled slightly and walked out from the table:

"Indifferent but hurt, Yue Luofeng is tall.
Chapter completed!