Fang Feng's poems have been praised by many people, and they are naturally praised by talented people and favored by beautiful women. But Fang Feng knows that all this is just illusion. Before Master Hanlin finishes the poem, the outcome is still unknown.

.Although his self-esteem is higher than that of Chen Hao, he has to be cautious because of the saying that there is no good person under the reputation.

Chen Hao was also stunned by Fang Feng's poem. He didn't expect that Fang Feng's poem was of such a high standard. It seemed that the three talents in Yangzhou were well-deserved, but what puzzled Chen Hao was that one of the three talents, Ye

Baiyi, why are you so unreliable? Thinking of this, he glanced at Ye Baiyi not far away, and saw that he was hugging a charming girl. Chen Hao couldn't help but shook his head. Hey, he really lived up to the romantic talent Ye.

White clothes...

With everyone watching, Chen Hao naturally couldn't sit still, so he stood up with a glass of wine and walked to the pavilion window. He gently opened the screen and let a wisp of breeze come in, adding a little coolness to the already warm building. At this moment

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, shining like a silver disk.

Chen Hao took a sip of wine, then closed his eyes and meditated. The Jingyi at this moment made everyone feel inexplicably restless.

"You are so graceful. If you can produce as good a work as Mr. Fang, you can be said to have the appearance of Pan An and the talent of Zijian..." A woman looked at Chen Hao who had his eyes closed in deep thought with bright eyes, with a rare feeling.

expectations.

"Yes, Mr. Chen will always attract some criticism when he succeeds at a young age. Even if he is not good at it, it is a fact that he outsmarts the Japanese. How many of the self-proclaimed talents in those days dared to stand out? With this courage, the Nu family also admires it.

It's so tight!" A woman took over the topic and said with great enthusiasm.

This made many talented people around them unwilling to do so. The Hanlin Master could not steal all the limelight of this poetry meeting, so some people couldn't help but curled their lips and said disdainfully: "I'm afraid he has no talent and is just pretending!"

A person next to me also said sarcastically at the right time: "No matter how much you delay, it will be in vain. Such a high profile without any ideas is not as good as that of a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River!"

Many criticisms are irrelevant to Chen Hao at this moment, because he never cared about them from the beginning. What he cares about now is how to select the best poems among the many poems he knows.

In fact, Chen Hao was not pretending at this moment, but was really helpless. At this moment, his mind was in a mess, but he had to pretend to be calm and calm on the surface. I thought that with his literary skills, he could also

His ability is overwhelming. I didn't expect that Fang Feng was so good. It seemed that he could only rely on external help...

'I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River'... No, this is a Song poem; 'The White Emperor's speech to the court is among the colorful clouds, and the thousands of miles of Jiangling can be returned in one day'... No, this is Brother Bai's;

Fengjiang Shanghan'... No, the season that Brother Haoran created is wrong...

Chen Hao turned around a thousand times at a time, his thoughts were flying, like the high-performance ramjet engine, driving various work skills, the left and right brains were running at high speed like propellers, waiting for the beautiful arc that drove the fighter plane to fly into the blue sky.

…

Time passed quietly, and Chen Hao, who had never published a poem, naturally attracted ridicule from everyone. Even Ye Baiyi, who had been laughing so hard, put down his wine glass and said calmly: "It seems that Master Chen is a little tricky here. Hey, I hope

He can handle it easily..."

The elegant woman next to her couldn't help but curled her lips and said: "If you hadn't specially invited him to attend this Hongmen Banquet, how could he have fallen into this place of public criticism?"

After hearing this, Ye Baiyi smiled bitterly, and then said to himself: "I can't help myself, we can be friends..." But at the end of the sentence, he didn't say any more. He seemed to have touched a place he shouldn't have touched, and there was too much in his eyes.

There were a few strange looks.

Just when everyone started to get impatient, Chen Hao's calm face showed a smile, then he opened his eyes, cleared his voice and recited in a magnetic baritone: "Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between the water and Zhongshan Mountain.

The spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river again, when will the bright moon shine on me again?"

After reciting, Chen Hao still lowered his head and sighed sadly. Then he shook his head gently and turned back to sit down in the chief chair. He poured himself a drink and looked a little lonely.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. After a moment of silence, they were greeted by incredible expressions. Everyone was an expert and naturally knew the three flavors of it. What impressed everyone about this poem was its broad vision and

Heroic momentum.

"Throughout the ages, whether in wartime or peacetime, the mighty river has always been regarded as a "natural chasm" that is difficult to cross. But in this poem by Mr. Chen, Jingkou and Guazhou are regarded as just "a water". This kind of heroic spirit

It can be said to be the sound of metal and stone, which makes people's ears echo endlessly." Murong Sheng, who had been silent until now, couldn't help but praise.

"What a spring breeze, and the south bank of the river is green again, and the word green brings the whole spring day to life. It can be said that it is three points deep. The student Yu Hao has already admired this poem!" After Yu Hao began to listen, he fell into quiet thinking, and finally

After repeatedly appreciating the word "green" in this poem, I feel that no other word can match the fit of "green" in this poem.

As the person involved, Fang Feng's face was extremely ugly at the moment. How could a person who can create excellent works not know the difference between good and bad? He knew that based on the artistic conception and the use of words, he knew that he had lost.

Chen Hao had a panoramic view of everyone's surprised expressions. He still pretended to be calm and abnormal, but he was extremely proud in his heart. I searched all my souls and found Wang Anshi's masterpiece. If you can't wait to be convinced, how long can you wait?

Although the poetry of the Song Dynasty is no longer as good as that of the Tang Dynasty, this is the right time. The poetry of the late Tang Dynasty has begun to decline, and the new generation of long and short sentences has begun to slowly appear on the stage of history. Therefore, gods such as Li Bai, Du Fu, and Wang Wei

By the time everyone is gone, they will never return.

This poem by Wang Anshi is also a superior work. Even Li Bai, a poet who was famous for his wildness at that time, only said, "The white waves are like mountains, how can I cross them, and the strong wind kills the people on the sails." In Wang Anshi's eyes, the surging river is actually a stretch of water, bold and unrestrained.

The feeling is immediately apparent.

"What do you think?" After a moment, Chen Hao asked everyone with interest.

Chen Hao's question left everyone wondering how to respond. Just now they were sarcastic and slanderous, but now that Yazuo has appeared, everyone has become mute.

"The student lost... The student will abide by the previous agreement and withdraw from the writing field from now on!" Fang Feng, who was ashen-faced, slowly came to the field with a depressed look and said softly.

hiss

Everyone was very surprised when they saw Fang Feng voluntarily admitting defeat. After all, this competition is not a child's play, and the loser has to pay the price. In everyone's opinion, admitting a draw is not bad, although everyone already has a distinction in their minds.

.

"Brother Fang, you..." Du Zhan looked at Fang Feng with some confusion, not knowing what to say. Even if he lost, but it was a draw, I believe that with the support of everyone, Lord Hanlin would not embarrass him.

.

"Fang Feng, you have to think again and again. If you really lose, you will never have any hope of an official career!" Huang Sima intervened at the right time, and his words were very seductive.

The crowd's gazes made Fang Feng very uncomfortable. He took a deep breath, and finally exhaled it heavily. After a moment of silence, the expression that had been painful before now became free and easy: "Sir Huang, fellow comrades, Fang Feng asked himself that he is indeed not as good as Chen.

Your Excellency, Mr. Chen used his heart as evidence before, and I really admire him. Fang knows that he is not as good as Mr. Chen, so why should he forcefully post something to hide his shame? If Fang licked his face and said it was a draw, wouldn't it be ridiculous, and how could his own conscience be at ease?

How to face the world!"

Fang Feng's words made everyone think deeply. Such despicable behavior not only insults the sincerity that is proved by the heart, but also insults the talented and beautiful people who pride themselves on the learning of saints.

"What a conscientious person, He An, I really did not misjudge you!" Chen Hao gently patted his palms three times, walked slowly down from the chief position, and looked at Fang Feng with a look of relief.

"Sir, you..." Fang Feng was confused by Chen Hao's unfounded words.

Chen Hao smiled deeply and then said: "To have such a mind is much nobler than those crazy people who claim to be talented. The reason why I am like this is to let you know that the so-called poetry is just the plaything of talented people who claim to be romantic...

Waiting for someone who claims to be a talented person, I would like to ask you, what is a talented person?"

When Chen Hao asked, everyone would retreat and stick to Mr. Chen, but it was a thankless task. If Mr. Chen decided to gamble with him on a whim, the outcome would be even worse than Fang Feng's.

Chen Hao glanced at everyone with cold eyes, and then asked in a deep voice: "A gifted person is one who plays with the wind and the moon all day long. He has no idea what he is talking about. He only knows how to fight with each other and belittle each other? A gifted person is someone who pretends to be romantic all day long, is unrestrained and unrestrained, and only knows how to enjoy happiness alone.

Regardless of suffering?..."

Everyone was dumbfounded by the burst of bombardment. If it had been anyone else, they would have been blasted out of the Yellow Crane Tower. However, it was Chen Hao who said this. He was deposed as an envoy. Do they dare to hold the two official titles of Hanlin Bachelor here?

?Coupled with the strength of Chen Hao who defeated Fang Feng, who dares to touch the edge?

Everyone was silent, but Chen Hao looked at him coldly. He knew that in the process of any matter, there would be extraneous tidbits. Sure enough, before Chen Hao returned to the chief, Murong Sheng stood up and asked loudly: "Then what?

In your opinion, what is a talented person?"

Chen Hao turned around and smiled coldly and said: "As a famous scholar in the imperial examination, you should know the truth! The so-called gifted scholar can assist the king in order to stabilize the world, and can stabilize the ministers and benefit the people below. The left can be a role model and carry forward the sage's unique knowledge, and the right can

But the essence of writing a book and passing it on to future generations...how many of them can you do?"

"This..." Murong Sheng was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to argue. Everyone looked at each other and lowered their heads in silence.

Chen Hao ignored everyone's surprised looks, and then said coldly: "The so-called talent is not only available to literati, but also to military generals. What is talent? Only those who can gallop thousands of miles and conquer the world, can talk and laugh, and the world is at peace.
Chapter completed!