Just as Wen Xingzhou finished announcing the three questions for today, Miss Tang San frowned.
She did not jump for joy like the other students, but pondered for a while and said:
"Don't be too happy too soon!"
Yun Lige, one of the Seven Sons of Lanxi, asked in surprise, "What does the Third Miss mean?"
"Think about it, for this first question, all three ci forms are extremely famous. While everyone has their own poems, this is a competition! Can your poems truly stand out among so many students? The simpler something is, the harder it is to make it more elaborate. I think you understand this principle."
All the students were speechless for a moment, and understood what the Third Young Lady meant.
"Second question..." Miss Tang San looked up and saw that Tang Zhuguo was flying to the thigh of the big Buddha, and a huge cloth was slowly hanging down.
There was only a pear tree and a tree full of pear blossoms!
"This second question, about pear blossoms... seems simple, but coming up with something new within a day is not that easy!"
"As for the third question, there are so many poems and verses about birthdays, and precisely because there are so many of them, it's hard to find a good one that surpasses them."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the faces of a group of Wu Dynasty students. "Today's competition is about seeing the extraordinary amidst the ordinary. Everyone, think boldly and be sure to break away from the patterns of your usual poetry and prose. Otherwise, this battle will be in jeopardy!"
Fan Tianning shared the same opinion as Miss Tang San. He looked at Fu Xiaoguan with a smile and said, "You need to spend more time to think carefully about this round. Don't be so casual like you were yesterday."
In Fan Tianning's opinion, if Fu Xiaoguan can win the championship today, and tomorrow the competition is writing, which is Fu Xiaoguan's strong point, then if he can get two A's, he will undoubtedly be the champion of this literary competition.
Fu Xiaoguan laughed. In the short time after the question was announced, he already had the answer in his mind.
"Brother Fan, I've always believed that poetry and prose are simply things that cultivate one's sentiments and cultivate one's character. Now, it's just a gimmick for a literary gathering. To me, the core purpose remains the same... So, Brother Fan, please think carefully. I'll go answer the questions."
Fan Tianning stared at Fu Xiaoguan in a daze, feeling a little disappointed.
This is also a name!
When people live in this world, what they seek is not to be famous before and after their death?
Could it be that Fu Xiaoguan has truly achieved the state of being desireless?
Fu Xiaoguan really left.
It took only half a cup of tea after these three questions were announced, and it was even faster than yesterday!
Although this guy's poetry is amazing, he still needs to write five poems!
Is there really such a talented and quick-witted young man in the world?
Of course Fan Tianning didn't believe it, and neither did Zhuo Donglai.
When Fu Xiaoguan and his group walked to the desk at the front, Zhuo Donglai's face, which rarely changed, finally showed a hint of surprise.
He pointed at Fu Xiaoguan, his eyes full of confusion, "Could it be that he is giving up again?"
Miss Tang San also stared at Fu Xiaoguan's back, her brows furrowed. "I heard he could compose a poem in three steps back in Jinling... but today he's asked to compose five. Could it be that he already knew the topic? Or has he given up on today's competition, just like he did yesterday?"
Almost all the students in the square looked at Fu Xiaoguan's back, and their thoughts were similar. Tuoba Yuan sneered and shook his head, "I admire this guy's shamelessness, he is really thick-skinned. In fact, his method is also commendable."
Yan Hanyu gave him a puzzled look, then continued, "Jiang Lang's talent has run out. Since he can no longer distinguish himself through poetry and prose, he has chosen this method. Look at the expressions of these thousand or so students right now. Will they definitely remember his name?"
Yan Hanyu did not answer. His gaze fell on Fu Xiaoguan's back. He thought that his arm was broken because of what he said. The bet was whether he had the ability to push him onto the dragon throne.
This seems absurd. How can the ruler of a country be chosen by some young outsider?
But Yan Hanyu believed it anyway. This certainly doesn't mean that he was stupid, but after Gongsun came to Guanyun City, he brought a letter written by his mother.
In this letter, his mother warned him not to make an enemy of Fu Xiaoguan, and it would be best to have a good relationship with Fu Xiaoguan. The implicit meaning was that Fu Xiaoguan might play an unexpectedly important role.
This letter did not explain the reason, but my mother would certainly not do it without a purpose, because she has an extraordinary strategist by her side, his name is Ji Yungui!
This person is elegant and graceful, with an immortal-like demeanor, and is also a genius!
He traveled around the world for twenty years and arrived in Yi State on the first day of February. He lectured for three days at Wutong Academy in Tailin City, the capital of Yi State. This was how my mother got to know her. Wutong Academy was not the best school in Tailin. It was founded by my mother and all the students were orphans.
After that, his mother talked with him for three days, invited him as a guest official, and he became Yan Hanyu's teacher.
Yan Hanyu also admired Ji Yungui's talent.
He had a deep understanding of the current situation in the world, and his comprehension of sacred texts was also the ability of a great scholar in Yan Hanyu's opinion. However, the teacher was low-key. Even when he became a guest official of his mother, he still lived in Wutong Academy, because the teacher said: There is a Wutong tree here, and the phoenix should be attracted to return!
In the subsequent conversation with the teacher, the teacher's words vaguely implied that his mother was a phoenix, so he, the son born of a phoenix, would naturally have the day to soar across the nine provinces.
At first, he did not understand this very deeply, but when he came to Guanyun City and met Fu Xiaoguan, Fu Xiaoguan said that sentence, and it happened that at this time he received the letter from his mother... So, it seems that Fu Xiaoguan is his benefactor!
Thinking about it more carefully, Fu Xiaoguan was originally a small landowner in Linjiang, but rose to power in the Yu Dynasty. Now, in the Wu Dynasty, he had unexpectedly transformed himself into the son of Emperor Wen. It seemed as if this was God's will. If he could get Fu Xiaoguan's help, perhaps he would really be able to soar from the abyss one day!
As Yan Hanyu thought about this, his heart became hotter.
"Brother Tuoba, I think Fu Xiaoguan is not just pretending."
Tuoba Yuan frowned, "Brother Yan, could it be that Fu Xiaoguan really has a wonderful poem?"
"He... is the Wenquxing who has descended to earth. He is no ordinary person!"
Tuoba Yuan looked at Yan Hanyu in astonishment, thinking that the Sixth Prince was humiliated by Fu Xiaoguan and even lost an arm because of Fu Xiaoguan. He should have been extremely resentful, but these words sounded like a bit of admiration.
Is it possible that this guy really has something wrong with his brain?
No matter what the students in the room thought, Fu Xiaoguan had already picked up his pen.
Under the shocked gazes of Wen Xingzhou, Tang Zhuguo and Wen Canghai, he put down his pen.
Without causing any storm, he put down his pen after half a cup of tea.
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