Yu Gongming slowly put down the rice paper in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Jiang Ning. He saw that the wolf in Jiang Ning's hand did not stop at all. At the last moment when the sandalwood burned out, he straightened up and took a breath, as if

Yu Gongming took out his private seal from his sleeve and stamped it.

"Tell me, who can win this time?"

"Yu Gongming, I have seen this guy's lyrics before. Even the dean was full of praise. Although Jiang Ning is famous, he is absolutely perfect. It is enough to see that his main direction is couplets, and his achievements in poetry may not be his opponent.

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"Tch, I think it's Jiang Ning. Have you forgotten about writing hundreds of poems a day? He was so calm just now and calculated the time correctly before picking up the pen. He was obviously very confident."

"I don't believe that this Jiang Ning can really write hundreds of poems a day. There are so many lies and lies. Hearing is false, seeing is only true."

Although the crowd's words were not loud, Jiang Ning could still hear it. After the incense was burned out, when Jiang Ning stopped writing and seemed to be in a hurry, someone else couldn't help but say: "Haha, I think this Jiang Ning has more than enough heart and energy."

It's not enough, otherwise we wouldn't be so hasty."

Ye Zuzhi stepped forward and said to everyone: "The time is up, please do it now, brother Yu." After saying that, he stepped forward and picked up the rice paper in front of Yu Gongming's case, and said loudly: "The branches in the moon are faintly exposed in the air. I plan to visit.

Chang'e watched from a high place, and her heart was full of feathers all night long. Immortal seeds fell into the world, and they were so beautiful that it was difficult for them to be lovers. The troubled poets have a base of fragrance, and there are no strange words to express. "

Lu Yuntian slowly clapped his hands and praised: "Good words, good words..."

"Looking at the moon on a branch, it is such a scene. It is just the right time. The bright moon is hanging high, Chang'e's elixir is high up, the fairy comes to earth and falls to the earth. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they dare not compete with each other. What a wonderful saying.

There are no better words in the world to praise its beauty, and hundreds of schools of thought find it even harder to find it.

The rhetoric in the poem and the inheritance of poetry for thousands of years are eclipsed in front of this fairy." Lu Yuntian shook his head, but he spoke out all the charm of this poem. Everyone tasted it carefully, as if they were immersed in it.

The scene is like seeing the beauty of Chang'e, which is unparalleled in ancient and modern times.

The genius of this poem is that everyone has different ideas about beauty. Some think it should be as graceful and luxurious as Concubine Yang, some think it should be as delicate and breathy as Xi Shi, and still others think it should be as graceful and luxurious as Concubine Yang.

Some people think that Diao Chan is like a little bird, and some people think that she should be like Wang Zhaojun, who has the appearance of a wild goose. One sentence of "Wu Wu Qi" elevates the appearance of the described person above the four beauties, which is beyond imagination.

A thousand people have a thousand Hamlets, that's what it means. The first words of this poem "The Fortune Teller Swirling in the Moonlight Branch" are foreshadowing, and the last sentence sublimates it. Without this last sentence, it would be an ordinary poem.

, but it is precisely because of this last sentence that the entire poem has been raised to more than one level.

After Lu Yuntian finished speaking, many people nodded slightly, and Ye Zuzhi also said: "It is indeed a good poem. It is indeed not easy to complete it in such a short time. I, Ye Zuzhi, am not as good as this. I don't know who is present."

Who among you can do this?"

Everyone was silent, but an old man came out and said with a smile: "Haha, this poem is really good, especially the last sentence, haha, when I saw Miss Bai, it was like seeing a fairy in the moon,

Yes, yes, it is a masterpiece."

When the old man came out, Lu Yuntian and Yu Gongming also hurriedly raised their hands and saluted.

"No, no, it's just that I've gained a few years. I'm already a lot older, but you still come to join in the fun, haha..." the old man said with a chuckle.

"This is old man Ouyang Qing. I heard that when he was young, he was a second-ranked Jinshi. He served as a county magistrate. Later, he offended his superiors because of his uprightness and was dismissed from his official position. Later, he settled in Jinling and enjoyed teaching children. His only shortcoming is that he likes to join in the fun.

, but in the hearts of scholars, apart from a few teachers in the academy, he is the most prestigious." Bai Yiyi explained.

Jiang Ning didn't care who this person was, as long as he didn't come to disturb the situation. He immediately cupped his hands and said, "I have met Senior Ouyang."

Ouyang Qing chuckled: "Haha, the little kid calls me that, it sounds like he is from the world of martial arts."

Jiang Ning was stunned. After getting acquainted with Cheng Jinyun, he met Xu Ning and didn't pay much attention to what he said. However, Ouyang Qing was an old scholar and he heard what he said. Jiang Ning immediately smiled and said: "If it weren't for the people in the court, there would be people all over the place.

It's a world of martial arts, and where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. When you call me "senior," it doesn't matter your talent or knowledge, just your age. Mr. Ouyang can still afford to call him "senior."

Ouyang Qing thoughtfully murmured: "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes... Haha, young man, it seems your story is very long, haha... If you have time, can you tell me about it?"

Jiang Ning nodded and said: "If you have time, I can ask for advice. I won't get it."

"Okay, it's settled, haha." Ouyang Qing smiled and touched his gray beard, then picked up Yu Gongming's rice paper: "Yes, yes, the dean's disciples are indeed extraordinary. My old man, but

I can’t write anything as good as this…”

This sentence seems simple, but in fact it is a great compliment to Gong Ming in terms of lyrics. He uses a way of belittling himself to elevate him above Gong Ming. Being able to let go of his airs at this age is enough to show that his cultivation of xinxing has come a long way.

Extraordinary.

Immediately he walked to Jiang Ning's case again, picked up Jiang Ning's poems, and read slowly: "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River together. When will this water stop?

How can I stop hating you? I only hope that your heart will be like mine and that I will live up to my love for you."

Ouyang Qing held the words and was silent for a long time. Also silent were Lu Yuntian, Yu Gongming, Ye Zuzhi and others. Naturally, these people did not speak, and the others did not dare to make a sound.

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River together. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to my love." Ouyang

Qing read it again and then sighed: "Zichuan, how about giving this word to me?"

Before Jiang Ning could reply, Ouyang Qing said again: "Of course I won't ask you for nothing. How about I help you write that couplet just now?"

"A piece of rice paper is exchanged for two pieces of gilt couplets. After all, it's the old man who gives way to the younger ones. He can't bear to let me suffer..." Jiang Ning laughed, but he handed over his hand.

Ouyang Qing was startled, then stroked his beard and said: "Zichuan, Zichuan, your ideas are top-notch, I didn't expect your reaction to be first-rate, haha, the younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared." As he said that, he rolled up Jiang Ning's poems and put them in his sleeves.

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In this way, Ouyang Qing didn't need to say anything, everyone already had the result in their minds. Lu Yuntian and Yu Gongming looked at each other, but they also sighed at the uniqueness of Jiang Ning's poem. In just one stick of incense, he wrote such a poem.

Ci, who else can question him? Apart from Dean Guan, Jiang Ning is the second person who can make Ouyang Qing leave a lasting impression.

No one thought that Yu Gongming was already at his limit, but Jiang Ning wrote the pinnacle of music. The number one talent in Hangzhou defeated the Jinling literary world in this way. Although these two people cannot represent the Jinling literary world, among the younger generation, the two

He is already a leader, not to mention that Jiang Ning defeated one against two. This is the most ironic thing.

"Okay..." Bai Yiyi clapped her hands and finally broke the awkward silence.

Wang Ruoyan also smiled, as if her worries were unnecessary from the beginning: "Everyone, please continue to eat..."

Everyone sat down angrily. Ouyang Qing took Jiang Ning's poem and went downstairs. He didn't even let him send it off. He walked out of the door without going home and went straight to the academy.
Chapter completed!