Volume 1, Chapter 182: Gentlemen, please show your talents.
Maybe they are of similar age, or maybe they are in love with each other.
The young man of fifteen or sixteen and the girl of fifteen or sixteen were having a very pleasant conversation with each other.
The girl had a faint smile on her lips, white teeth and bright eyes, and there was light in her eyes.
The boy had a youthful look on his face, and he was very imposing, his eyes fixed on the girl.
Ye Tingmu narrowed his eyes, feeling an indescribable emotion.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that my Fenghe has really grown up. He is full of love and I am afraid he already has a girl he likes.
I couldn't help but imagine that if he got married, would I have to sit at the head of the family?
The eldest brother is not like a father.
I don’t know when.
Dusk and setting sun.
The afterglow of the setting sun makes this place golden.
People say that the most beautiful thing is the sunset.
Any scenery, once dyed yellow, will make people linger.
Of course, in addition to being beautiful, sunsets can also be sad.
Situ Feng, the king of northern gangsters, sat high in his hall.
Beside him was King Wu Yan, whose eyes always swept over Ye Tingmu intentionally or unintentionally.
And in the distance.
There is a tree.
There was a white-haired man sitting on the tree.
The man is holding a folding fan and is dressed in snow-white.
His face was feminine and seemed to be bloodless.
His gaze was also focused in the direction of Ye Tingmu and the others.
Hua Zhilu looked into the distance from time to time.
He looked a little hesitant, with his hands in his sleeves, as if holding something.
Ye Tingmu took a look and saw that there were quite a lot of people here.
After a while.
I saw the little poet walk to the second floor stage.
Standing with hands behind back.
Gentle and elegant smile.
He stood there.
The girls in the audience went crazy.
"Wow...it's the little poet. He's really handsome."
"Wow...I like it too."
"Don't you like the scholar on the cloud?"
"What do you care? I like it, don't I?"
"Squeak... nymphomaniac."
At this time, Liu Yanyan straightened up, pointed at the stage, and said to Feng He with a smile: "Look, that's my junior uncle, very handsome, isn't he..."
"Yeah, almost the same as my brother." Feng He answered seriously.
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu subconsciously straightened up a little. Although Feng He's words were a bit conservative, they were still pleasant to the ear. Strictly speaking, I am definitely more handsome than this guy, ahem.
At this time, the little poet also spoke.
He was seen compiling and speaking in a loud voice: "Teachers of the Northern Rogues' talents and beauties, my name is Li Changling, and I am also a student of Zhulu Academy. Today, I will set the questions for you all."
"Then I hereby declare that this poetry gathering is officially open."
As he finished speaking, those who were chatting and exchanging knowledge also sat down one after another.
Silence, watching in front of the stands.
Poetry gatherings in previous years.
As soon as you start, you will be asked questions directly.
It's pretty neat.
Then, within the time limit, everyone can compose poems.
During the period, tea, wine and fruit snacks were served continuously.
Naturally, there will also be dance and music to enjoy.
"Today's topic was originally about romance, but I am not talented enough, but considering the situation today, I dare to change it."
"As we all know, what is poetry?"
"That is to depict the scenery, describe the meaning, express the emotions through rhythm and rhythm, and express the mind through parallelism. So, why not use the scenery of this place as the topic for today? Please feel free to write about romance, flowers, snow and moon, or write about heroic talents and great strategies. What do you think?"
"good......"
There was naturally a burst of applause from the audience.
Even Chao Yu was full of confidence at this moment.
Lin An couldn't help but straighten his body.
He was good at this, so naturally he was unwilling to give in.
Ye Tingmu smiled.
"You look very confident, huh?"
"good...."
Ye Tingmu touched the head of the person who was watching the chess game.
"But today, with my family watching the chess game, you probably have no hope."
Lin An was surprised.
"Then Lin is really looking forward to seeing how knowledgeable the Fourth Young Lady is."
Ye Tingmu looked at Guanqi and said, "Guanqi, do you have confidence?"
Guan Qi nodded, his eyes narrowed into crescents.
The meaning is self-evident.
She has confidence.
"Haha...Brother believes in you."
At this time, the young poet on the stage continued, "Then I declare the competition officially open. The same old rules apply. The top three poems today will be admitted to our Zhulu Academy for direct study. As for the champion, he will receive a bottle of Jiutian Jade Dew."
"Next, we would like to invite the beautiful lady to play a piece of music, and then you will listen to the lyrics."
After saying this, he bowed to the audience.
Then he left quietly.
With the cheers of the crowd.
Several dancers came to the stage.
There were also people playing the piano and flute.
The women half-covered their cinnabar and lightly plucked the Xuan with their fingertips. Xiaozhe closed his eyes and began to dance with his fingers as well.
When the music starts, the melodious and graceful sound is pleasing to the ears.
Dancing, with a graceful posture, is pleasing to the eye.
A group of talented people also began to get ready to show their talents.
Someone picked up a pen and started moving.
Someone frowned and thought.
Some people were staring at the scenery in a daze.
Some people see the color improving.
Each has its merits.
Lin Anyi picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.
Guanqi tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then started writing.
Ye Tingmu had no reaction. Although he was a scholar, he didn't want to write.
You don't need to write it yourself. If you want, just pick out two poems from the prosperous Tang Dynasty in your mind, and they will be enough to overwhelm the entire Kyushu poetry world.
hey-hey.
Today we mainly want Xiao Guanqi to come.
But he was puzzled as to what the little poet said, that the first three could enter the Zhuolu Academy.
So he asked, "Fatty, what's the matter with entering the academy?"
"Master, you don't know that Kyushu and Kyushu hold a poetry gathering every year, and the initiator is the academy, which selects talented poets to practice in the academy."
"Oh, what can be seen from this poem?"
"Then I don't know. I just know that it's like this every year."
Ye Tingmu sniffed angrily, turned his head and said to Lin An who was writing a poem beside him: "Lin An, weren't you the champion last year? Why didn't you go to the academy?"
Lin An smiled and stopped writing.
"Beijing was peaceful in the past, and I never thought of leaving. I can study anywhere, so there is no need to leave my hometown."
Ye Tingmu nodded. What Lin An said was both right and wrong.
It is naturally better to study if someone teaches you.
However, this only applies to most people. For people like Lin An, who have great ambitions and great talents, it is really unnecessary.
The book is right there. Since I can understand it myself, why should I go to so much trouble to ask you to teach me?
Isn't this a waste of time?
But he was wondering, if you don't want to go, then why do you come every time? The difficulty is because...
"Then why are you writing? Is it because of that Jade Dew?"
Lin An did not hide it.
He nodded directly and said, "Exactly."
"Okay, then write it quickly.
After saying this, he turned around.
I happened to see Dongfang Qingzhu biting the tip of his pen, with a bitter look on his face, but he didn't know where to start.
Seeing this, Ye Tingmu inexplicably wanted to laugh.
This child doesn't seem to be very good at writing.
You tell me every day how knowledgeable you are, and that's it.
He came over and asked, "Would you like me to write it for you?"
Dongfang Qingzhu turned his head and asked in surprise: "Is it possible?"
"Of course you can, but you have to pay."
"Okay, as long as you can help me get into the top three, I'll give you any amount of money."
Dongfang Qingzhu said excitedly.
Ye Tingmu was a little puzzled.
"Do you also want to go to this academy?"
Dongfang Qingzhu's eyes rolled.
"Yes, isn't it possible?"
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