Chapter 491: Students, I have poems to send you

Su Changan suddenly erased the words he had written, and Xia Fengxiang was a little curious, what happened?

Haven’t thought about it yet?

The little fat boy lowered his head and looked carefully at the crossed-out word "豫". What could he say?

It turns out that there are people who can write so fresh and refined. He thought that only his handwriting was ugly. Today he finally understands the truth that there are always people better than you.

And when he raised his eyes slightly, the little fat boy was stunned, because he saw the expression on the sister's face, which was so indifferent, especially the pair of eyes that were looking at the paper. How did he call it, it seemed that they were called "double pupils" or "water", he forgot.

Anyway, the little fat girl looks so beautiful when she purses her lips.

Thinking of this, the little fat boy turned around and went to look for something to eat. It was too tiring to use his brain to write an article, so he prepared some food. No matter how well the sister wrote, she would definitely be tired after finishing it, so she should eat more to replenish her energy.

Su Changan continued writing.

But the original beginning was "Yuzhang Old County, Hongdu New Prefecture", and now it was changed by Su Changan to "Quzhang Old County, Yunxiang New Prefecture". Because Yunxiang was called Quzhang before the Xia Dynasty.

After all, it was true that he wanted to write "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", but it had to be based on the current local situation. Moreover, it didn't matter and was harmless if he only changed some place names and celebrities in this eternal preface.

As for the allusions, Su Changan had read the history of Daxia and some books of allusions, and actually found that there were many similarities with his previous life. After all, people can always do some things, and the things done by saints are also very similar.

but

It is for this reason that Su Changan was thinking while writing.

Xia Fengxiang looked at the opening few sentences and felt that the beginning was good and the momentum was already building at the beginning.

But looking at Su Changan's current appearance, Xia Fengxiang felt a little confused, because he had never seen Su Changan write and think about a sentence before writing. Whether it was the three large-scale poetry gatherings in the past, or a small literary gathering like today, he always wrote poems in one go, as if he had thought them out long ago.

Thinking of this, and looking at Su Changan's eyes, which were as clear as water and his serious and focused expression, Xia Fengxiang quietly ground the ink.

The girl covered her eyes with her hands at this time, and a pair of eyes appeared between her fingers. She looked at the sentences written by Su Changan with worry in her eyes.

The handwriting was still ugly, but the girl looked at the sentences and felt that they were reading smoothly for some reason, even though she couldn't understand the meaning.

but.

Ugly is ugly!

The Master once said that one can see a person by his handwriting, so one must practice writing well.

But the girl didn't know why this sister was so beautiful and a nice person, well, if she hadn't been given the wooden stick, she would have been a very nice person, but her handwriting was so ugly.

But it doesn’t matter anymore!

The important thing is, there are so many people here, all of them are extremely talented, their handwriting must be beautiful, the articles are just easy to read, and are not as pleasant to read as the poems written by the Queen.

So the article must be very ordinary.

Just when the girl was thinking this.

The girl became even more worried when she saw that someone had already written a poem and sent it up.

But at this time.

Many people also noticed that the beautiful woman was also writing something. They were slightly startled and wondered what kind of article this girl would write, so they all came forward.

When the girl saw this, she immediately ran over and said, "My sister just wrote it casually, don't come over and read it!"

The handwriting is so ugly, it would be embarrassing if others saw it, and you can tell at a glance that these people are the kind of people who like to shout and join in the fun.

Seeing the little girl trying to stop them, the few people ignored it and continued to look.

There is no reason why articles written in a place like this cannot be read.

But at this time.

Xia Fengxiang raised his eyes and looked at these people: "Everyone, please go somewhere else to watch the fun. My wife doesn't like to be disturbed."

Hearing this, they all looked at Xia Fengxiang. For some reason, they felt a shudder in their hearts when they saw the cold look in the woman's eyes. Although it was fleeting, they were just ordinary scholars and knew that those who came here today were either rich or noble.

One of them said, "Forget it, forget it. If you are not allowed to read it, then don't read it. Maybe it's not well written, so people are not allowed to read it."

One person immediately said, "What a big shot! I think it must be garbage. They know it's garbage so they don't let people read it. After all, it's embarrassing."

Another person laughed and said, "Let's go, let's not talk anymore. Look at them, they won't let anyone see them. Ha, Wen Junzi and the others over there let people see them so easily. I don't know where they came from, but they are so arrogant!"

The few people left while talking.

I thought to myself that I was too lazy to argue with these people, and I didn't care about what they were arguing about. I turned around and looked at Su Changan, and found that Su Changan was particularly engaged. Moreover, I had only written one paragraph of this article, and he started another one.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, just don't look at it now.

Then I looked back at the sister and found that she seemed very tired. How could writing an article be tiring? She must have been struggling to think of good words!

Otherwise, look at all the people in the cabinet, who would find writing poetry so tiring?

Why.

The girl looked at the beautiful sister and sighed. What should she do? She might get embarrassed like this.

At this time, the girl saw the fat boy coming back with a bunch of food. She rolled her eyes and walked over: "Eat, eat, eat, all you do is eat! Hurry up and watch the people around you, don't let anyone come over and see what this sister wrote!"

The little fat boy felt wronged. What had he done? He muttered, "You only know how to bully a weakling like me."

The girl stared.

The little fat boy immediately put down his food carefully, pouted and looked around. He didn't know why he had to stop the people around him, but since Jingshu said so, he just stopped them. What else could he do?

At this time.

Many poems have been sent.

When the talented scholar Chen Qing from Yunxiang stepped forward, everyone's eyes were attracted and they watched him hand his poems to Mu Xu, Qian Long and others.

The old masters sitting there at the moment were not only Gu Quezhi, Mu Xu and others, but also several others, all of whom were well-known in Yunxiang and were great Confucian masters with a good reputation in Daxia.

At that moment, everyone saw Chen Qing’s poem.

One of the teachers from Yunxiang Academy praised him immediately: "What a great line! Three mountains half-fall outside the blue sky, two rivers divide the cloudy dusk state. Mr. Chen is a great talent!"

"It has ups and downs, flows naturally, and is pleasing to the eye. Not bad, not bad."

"I have heard of Mr. Chen's talent for a long time. It is a great honor to meet him today."

…

Several teachers looked at the poem on the paper and praised it, saying it was indeed a top-notch work.

It is not easy to be praised by so many teachers and gentlemen. Chen Qing, who was in his thirties, bowed immediately when he heard it, feeling happy.

only

Chen Qing glanced at the Grand Priest Mu Xu, only to find that this most authoritative old man at the time, just nodded with a smile. Although he seemed quite satisfied with the poem, he did not utter a word.

This made Chen Qing frown slightly.

But even so, people around him had already started to circulate Chen Qing's poems and essays, and they were all deeply moved and full of admiration.

After all, he had just submitted so many poems, but this was the first time that so many gentlemen praised him, which was enough to show how talented Chen Qing was in writing.

Moreover, the quality of the poem must be judged by the readers. This poem by Chen Qing is one of the best poems left in the entire Yunmu Pavilion!

In comparison, this is compared to the students who just submitted poems.

Here with Chen Qing, the difference is obvious!

The girl looked at those people. She couldn't see the poem, but she could see the expressions of the people around her clearly.

The more surprised and admiring these people are, the better Mr. Chen's poems are.

In this case, if someone submits a poorly written poem, wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?

The girl looked at her sister with concern. She was still writing and had written a lot of words.

"Wen Junzi has finished writing!"

At this time, someone suddenly spoke.

Everyone looked at Qiu Shui'an who stood up with the paper in his hand.

Many people had hopeful looks on their faces. After all, there were many talented men and women today, but the ones who really held a place in everyone's hearts were Wen Junzi and the painted armor.

But the gentleman with painted armor and white air was drunk at the moment, and he just leaned against the pillar for a while after the zither came out, and then he was completely silent.

Everyone watched Qiu Shui'an walk up to the old masters and respectfully hand over the papers in his hand.

Some scholars around Mu Xu and others stretched their heads hard to see the contents of the paper clearly.

Even Chen Qing stared at the paper with a serious expression.

"The sun shines on the evening water, the morning light shines on the evening building. The golden windows and embroidered doors, the pearl foil and silver hooks are beautiful, the opening is majestic and worthy of your poem, amazing"

An old scholar saw the content, but he only read the first two sentences and immediately praised it.

Just with this one sentence, all the students in the pavilion immediately started whispering, their faces full of surprise. They felt that it was worthy of the poem written by Wen Junzi. It was really amazing that he could write such a beginning in such a short time!

The other old masters also nodded in approval, even Mu Xu nodded repeatedly, and recited the last two lines: "Evening rain falls on evening water, spring river flows around two streams. Today I climbed up and looked, it's like traveling in the sky. The image is vivid, the artistic conception is elegant, and the opening and closing are natural. You are worthy of it. Yao Yuanzai is worthy of saying that you are a young phoenix."

After Gu Quezhi savored the poem carefully, he also began to praise it: "From the near to the far, the language is exquisite, and the description of objects is meticulous. Shui An's poems will never disappoint everyone."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xu praised it personally, and Master Gu also made some additions.

This is enough to show what this poem is like.

At this time, people also began to circulate the book. After reading the whole article, there was an uproar and various voices of praise were heard.

And everyone looked at Qiu Shui'an and gave him a thumbs up, thinking that he was indeed worthy of being called a "literary gentleman". He was the first on the poetry list in the past!

After all, it’s only a short period of time!

It's so amazing in just a moment, what if there is more time?

That’s amazing!

and

Some people who were curious immediately looked at Chen Qing. When they saw that Chen Qing had a blank expression on his face, they immediately whispered to each other and then laughed. It was easy to guess what they were saying.

but

The difference is really clear!

After all, it only takes a moment to think.

However, many people have already looked at Bai Qi, the one with the Painted Armor. They all know that Bai Qi has extraordinary literary talent, especially in painting, where he is the best in the world, which is why he got the Painted Armor.

If we compare poetry and prose, I really don't know how to compare.

but.

It should be difficult.

After all, this Painted Armor has not made any moves until now.

If so

Everyone looked at the white mist from the painted armor, and then looked at Qiu Shuian who bowed and returned to his seat. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be Mr. Qiu who got the [Boat Tie].

But this accident is too small!

Qian Long looked at the poem in his hand and nodded secretly. It was good, indeed good. But he also smiled bitterly. After all, this zither still had to be given to that kid Qiu Shui'an.

only

When the richest man was thinking this, he noticed that Mu Xukan no longer looked at the poem, but just sat there drinking.

Qian Long was puzzled for a moment: "Don't you like poetry the most?"

Mu Xu nodded: "Yes."

Qian Long frowned: "You think Qiu Shui'an's poems are not good?"

Mu Xu shook his head: "The poetry is definitely good. If you savor it carefully, it's definitely not something everyone can do."

But the Queen is here, and these poems are boring to her.

Qian Long was even more puzzled. "Why are you, old man, waiting for something? Are you waiting for the white mist?"

Thinking about it, Qian Long looked towards the white mist over there.

But when I looked over, I found that Bai Qi had opened his eyes and his hand was groping for the pen beside him.

And it wasn't just Qian Long who saw this scene.

Many people around saw it, especially heard the white gas's voice "paper."

Everyone held their breath.

This painter, one of the thirteen best painters in the world, is about to start painting!

Qiu Shui'an also looked at this scene with a serious expression.

Mu Xu glanced at Bai Qi's appearance and scolded him with a smile, "You little bastard, you are still like this after so many years!"

but.

After cursing, Mu Xu casually glanced at the Queen Mother over there, only to see that the Queen Mother had finally finished writing, so he put down the pen in his hand.

【Painting Armor】The brush moves with white air.

【色甲】Su Changan stopped writing.

Mu Xu immediately sat up. "Okay, okay, the highlight is coming! Your Majesty wrote this article so seriously, I'm looking forward to it!"

When everyone saw Mu Xu's look like this, they thought that Mu Xu saw Bai Qi was about to start writing, so he acted like this, and they all looked straight at Bai Qi.

But no one saw

In that remote corner, Su Changan breathed a sigh of relief, read the entire article, turned his head and looked at Xia Fengxiang who was looking at him in surprise.

Su Changan smiled and asked, "Do you worship me?"

Xia Fengxiang rolled his eyes at Su Changan, but after reading the entire article, he nodded.

Su Changan smiled.

At this time, the little bald man ran back and said panting, "It's amazing. Bai Qi has started writing. I have read them all. Mr. Qiu Shui Anqiu's poems are great, but the others are also great. I heard them say that they are not worse than Chen Qing's. There are six or seven people like this, and now..."

When he said this, the little bald man saw Su Changan standing up, holding so many articles in his hand, with a surprised look on his face, and then asked: "Don't send it, it's really embarrassing. I see many people put their poems back and don't plan to send them."

As he said this, the little bald man saw the words on Su Changan's paper and gasped, "Oh my god, this is uglier than what I wrote with my feet! How could this sister write this!"

The girl looked at Su Changan with a bitter face, and she didn't know what to say. She was going to be embarrassed anyway. The girl had an attitude of "let it be even if it means losing everything". She couldn't leave anyway. People should be loyal!

Su Changan looked at the little bald man and the girl, smiled and said, "I said I can get first place, do you believe it?"

What are you talking about? You are crazy. You are so beautiful, but you are a lunatic!

The girl sighed.

The little bald man smiled helplessly. Just based on this word, there is no hope. He is still the first place!

"Yes! I believe it!" The little fat boy said with a smile, and then brought the food to Su Changan: "Sister, eat something. You must be tired from writing articles."

Su Changan reached out and rubbed the little fat boy's head, then looked at Xia Fengxiang.

I found that Xia Fengxiang also wrote something at that time.

Su Changan took a look but didn't say much. He took the paper with the article "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" written on it and walked forward.

The girl and the little bald boy looked at each other, but they were helpless, so they just followed behind him. What else could they do? They would be embarrassed together, and they couldn't let the sister embarrass herself.

The little fat boy took Xia Fengxiang's paper, nodded obediently, and followed Xia Fengxiang behind Su Changan.

"My student Li Xinghe has written a poem. I would like to invite the Master of Ceremonies and other teachers to appreciate it."

(End of this chapter)