The top 100 people on the high platform are all literati and elegant. Even if they are proud, they will be somewhat restrained and will not seem "being complacent". However, there is one exception among the crowd.

For example, Fatty Niu is sitting on the cushion at the moment, ranking among the most conspicuous places in the chief.

This guy got a folding fan from somewhere, and waved the fan handle with a romantic look, raised his unique legs, his nostrils facing the sky, his arrogant expression, and his arrogant look, as if he was afraid that others would not know, he was the top of the list.

Xiang Yun, who was standing beside him, was speechless and simply turned his back and stayed away from him, fearing that he would be embarrassed with him.

After everyone finished their seats, Meng Wencheng, vice president of the National Education College, stepped forward and said to the hundreds of people sitting around the white jade gold.

"Everyone, according to the rules set by our country's teaching colleges over the past few hundred years, although you have entered the 100th place, the college will conduct a small test for the order of the discussion of the Tao."

"The test results will be agreed upon by all the lecturers from our institute and the adults on the stage to evaluate the order of the high and lows. At that time, you can ask questions to the lecturers who have entered the White Jade Gold in turn."

The Chinese Studies grand event has been held many times and has already gained sufficient experience.

Naturally, they cannot let a hundred people sit in a bunch of them and express their opinions in a lingering manner. Of course, they must arrange a sequence so that the order on the field will not be confused.

Everyone present had already known the rules of the National Education College, so naturally they would not object. Instead, they were a little ready to try.

Of course, there are also alternatives, and they are still the most conspicuous top.

Fatty Niu, who was originally shaking his head and was filled with a smug atmosphere, was shocked when he heard the word "test" in Meng Wencheng's mouth, and his legs jumped, and he almost fell backwards from the platform.

Fortunately, Xiang Yun, who was standing beside him, held Fatty Niu with quick eyes and hands. However, Fatty Niu was lying softly on the platform as if he had no bones on his body, and no longer had the pride of the previous spring breeze. He looked at Xiang Yun pitifully and said.

"I... I'll go, boss, why are there still tests? In other words, we shouldn't just chat with each other. At worst, I'll say less at that time. How can I do this test?"

Xiang Yun was also a little stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the procedure of the White Jade Gold Discussion was so complicated that he had entered the 100-year-old and there was still a test.

At this moment, Meng Wencheng had already taken a red cloth package, pulled out a piece of paper, looked down and said to everyone.

"Since you have no objection, I will announce the topic of this test. At the last Chinese Studies grand event, Bai Yujin, was asked to give you a preface to the college. The "Non-Study Preface" made by Han Feiyang, a student of Class A of the Chinese Education College, took the lead and was selected as the Chinese Studies Poems."

"Today our topic has been changed slightly and we will not make a preface. Since the National Education College takes the professor's "scientific" as its mission, you will use the word "scientific" as the main theme and write a poem each. At that time, the ranking will be evaluated by notaries of the Chinese Education College. Do you have any objections?"

"Writing a poem!"

When he heard these two words, the literati and scholars around the white jade gold all felt aroused.

As a scholar in Fengyun Kingdom, no matter which one is good at literature, this "reciting poems and writing" is considered a basic skill, and everyone can do it, so naturally everyone has no objection.

Many people's eyes flashed, their eyebrows drooped, and they had begun to conceive in their hearts silently.

For a moment, the white jade and gold sides fell into silence, and everyone was thinking hard.

But the fat man at the top of the list was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pan. If it weren't for a futon under his butt, this guy would have been able to jump up and down.

As one of the famous Dragon City two evil spirits, Fatty Niu is a good player in his ability to "fight the autumn wind", "beat bamboo robbery", and "go to the kiln".

If you ask him to do a house and start a bet, you can make it prosperous, but if you ask him to write poetry, it hits him seven inches, making him lose his inch in an instant.

"Boss, what should I do now? Oh my God, how can I write poetry?"

"Hey... I'm talking to you, boss, don't ignore me!"

Facing the anxious fat man Niu, Xiang Yun looked leisurely and unrestrained.

"Boss, please help me quickly, I'm going to be anxious!"

Xiang Yun smiled and said, "Isn't it just a false reputation in the order of discussion? It's better not to have it. At worst, let them ask first!"

As soon as Xiang Yun said this, Fatty Niu was slightly stunned at first, but then suddenly his eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

"Yes! I... why didn't I expect it? At worst, I just gave them the opportunity. Oh... Boss, you are so smart!"

Fatty Niu, who was worried just now, was confused by Xiang Yun's words, and suddenly felt like he was reborn and smiled.

Seeing that time had passed, almost everyone was still thinking in their hearts, or when they picked up the paper and pen around them, they began to carefully write, suddenly one of them stood up and looked at the high platform and said.

"Report to the two deans, and all the adults here, the young students are not talented, and have already drafted a poem."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present, and even the scholars on all sides of white jade and gold, looked in surprise in the direction where the sound came.

I saw that Zhou Hongru, the elegant long-robed scholar in the long-robed Confucian, was standing tall and his poem was completed!

"hiss……!"

"In just such a short time, he actually wrote the Psalm!"

"This person is so agile!"

Even if everyone present was a master who recited poems and wrote the right poem, he couldn't help but feel surprised and the pressure doubled when he saw Zhou Hongru's achievements in such a short period of time.

Shangguan Yunde, Meng Wencheng and others on the stage saw that it was Zhou Hongru who stood up first, and both of them looked at each other and smiled with a smile.

Meng Wencheng smiled and said, "Hongru actually had a work so soon. You might as well recite it and let all the adults and everyone present evaluate it together."

"Yes, Vice President Meng!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hongru bowed respectfully to the high platform, and then glanced at everyone present again. Seeing the surprised look in everyone's eyes, Zhou Hongru's mouth smiled confidently and he said aloud.

"All the people, if you are not talented, you will show off your ugly words first. The poem you wrote is called "Academy"."

After saying that, Zhou Hongru took a step slowly on the platform, raised his right hand, raised his palm slightly, looked up at the void, and showed a sad expression on his face. Before he could write a poem, he had already put on the poet's posture.

Seeing this, the girls around him suddenly saw small stars in their eyes, and screams sounded from the audience.

Just as the screams stopped, Zhou Hongru's magnetic voice deliberately lowered, with a tone of ups and downs, told in a casual manner!

"Mechanics is like working hard, and diligence and laziness are known by oneself.

But if you have more books, you will be able to get better."

As soon as the poem came out, the scene was silent, and everyone quietly figured it out in their hearts. The artistic conception of this poem was just a moment ago, and someone had already looked surprised!

"Hiss...wonderful, wonderful!"

I heard someone praise it on the white jade gold.

"Although Brother Zhou's poem is short and it is a bit plain when I first heard it, I can find that this poem not only has the tone and rhyme, but also has profound images."

"Compare 'learning' to sowing. As long as you sow and cultivate diligently, you will eventually have a day of harvest. It is thought-provoking and wonderful! "

When everyone heard this, they all looked amazed and praised them endlessly!

Even the officials on the high platform, even Shangguan Yunde and Meng Wencheng, two old scholars, listened to Zhou Hongru's poem.

At this moment, he also showed a gratifying smile on his face. Obviously, both of them thought that Zhou Hongru's song "Academy" was done very well, which could be said to have gained a reputation for the National Education College!

"Good! Such a good poem was actually written in a moment. Zhou Hongru is worthy of being a student of Class A of the National Education College. He is really talented and admirable!"

Taishi Tu, beside Shangguan Yunde, couldn't help but exclaim, showing appreciation for Zhou Hongru!

Meng Wencheng, vice president of the National Education College, also praised.

"No, no, this poem is a great choice! Zhou Hongru, please sit down and wait for everyone's poems to be reviewed later. We will make a conclusion."

"Yes... Thank you, Dean!" Zhou Hongru hurriedly saluted and sat down.

Seeing the two deans on the platform and many bigwigs who were unanimously praised, Zhou Hongru was overjoyed and knew that this time he had made a big splash.

This will be of great benefit to his future examination and official position in the court!

When Zhou Hongru wrote a poem, many people have completed their poems one after another.

For example, Lin Feng, who was sitting in the fourth place, also wrote a poem that he thought he would not be inferior to Zhou Hongru. While he was eager to try it, Xiang Kun, the third prince beside him, stood up first.

When Lin Feng saw Xiang Kun stand up, he naturally did not dare to feel any dissatisfaction. Instead, he quickly sat down and looked up to take a respectful attitude of listening.

Xiang Kun's rise immediately involved everyone's eyes, and everyone looked at the prince.

Everyone in the literary world in Longcheng knows that Wang Wenjing, the left prime minister of the dynasty, was also a great scholar of the generation, and he only accepted two disciples, the crown prince of the dynasty and the third prince. The two were personally taught by the prime minister of the dynasty, and their talents were naturally self-evident.

At this moment, Meng Wencheng also had a warm smile on his face and asked respectfully: "Your Highness, you have prepared the poems. Can you enjoy them together?"

"Haha... Since it is the poem of His Highness the Prince, it must be a masterpiece. We should listen carefully!"

There were a lot of responses and flattery.

However, facing everyone's response and flattery, Xiang Kun smiled and shook his head.

"Director Meng, sirs, I did write a poem, but I don't rush to present it to you."

"oh……?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked puzzled. Since Xiang Kun had already stood up and had done the poem, why did he say that he was not in a hurry?

Xiang Kun raised a playful smile on his lips and said to everyone.

"Everyone, I just want to recommend one person to everyone and show his poems to open your eyes."

"Please recommend one person?" Everyone was even more confused when they heard this.

Could it be that there is a scholar present who was favored by His Highness the prince? If this is true, he could be noticed by a prince and become a disciple and aide in his mansion in the future, that would have a bright future.

Since it was Xiang Kun's intention, even if it was a little in line with the rules, Meng Wencheng naturally would not say much, but just nodded warmly.

"I wonder who should I recommend to show the poems first?"

Xiang Kun also nodded with a "smile" and then his eyes swept across the white jade gold. Under the expectant gaze of everyone, he finally looked at the end of the high platform.

Xiang Yun’s location!

Xiang Kun said loudly: "Couple Xiang Yun, why not just show your poems!"

"I……?"

Xiang Yun, who was originally leisurely and sitting in the last seat, suddenly heard Xiang Kun pointing his name and immediately looked surprised. Everyone present was shocked when he heard this.

His Highness the Prince actually recommended His Highness the Prince. Which of the two cousins ​​are singing? Even Meng Wencheng on the high platform is a little confused and has a dull look on his face.

However, facing the astonished expressions of everyone, Xiang Kun said slowly.

"Everyone, the poem "Academy" by Mr. Zhou just now is indeed thought-provoking and wonderful."

"But my cousin Xiang Yun is a child of my royal family. He has been well-read in poetry and books since he was a child. He was also a classmate of the National Education College with Mr. Zhou. Now he is one of the top 100 people in the discussion of Taoism. I think his talent will not be inferior to Mr. Zhou."

"Since that's the case, I might as well appreciate his masterpiece. Maybe we will have "unexpected joy"? Do you think so, cousin Xiang Yun?"
Chapter completed!