Chapter 242 It’s true, first prize

To participate in the poetry meeting, you need to pay a gift of one or two silver coins. After paying the money, a servant will bring you pen and ink. After the guest writes, he will send it to Zhuangyuanlou for criticism by literati.

If the poems are selected, they will be posted.

Zhuangyuanlou is known for being very discerning. Even though there are many people involved, it would be good to be able to perform only a few or two songs in the end.

It’s the autumn evening, so there’s no need to guess the question, it’s naturally:

'moon. ’

"Here comes the pen!"

Wu Chushu's chest almost popped out of his clothes, and he took out the money with confidence and style.

He prepared carefully for today!

Xiao Wu considers himself to be a good writer, although he has not written any new works recently.

But his master, Elder Zeng, was a man of culture!

This can be seen from the fact that Elder Zeng keeps holding on to the scroll every day.

He copied this poem from his master. As soon as the master wrote it, the literati and poets all boasted about rainbow farts, praising that this poem should only be found in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world!

This is Xiao Wu’s confidence!

"Is there any wine?"

"Sir, you only gave me one tael of silver. The lowest price for wine in our Zhuangyuan Building is three taels of silver per pot..."

"I'll add money!"

So Wu Chushu drank a lot of wine, and when his face turned red, he 'brewing' for a while before he started writing.

Judging from his wild and uninhibited posture, he should be the work of a poet.

"I heard that Elder Zeng has great literary talent and is known as a poetry fanatic."

"Fortunately, there is more than one prize, otherwise I might not be able to grab it."

Classmate Xiao Li stepped forward and took the pen from the boy, smiling shyly.

It's plagiarism after all.

He was too embarrassed to show off the plagiarized poems, so he was secretly happy to be able to imitate the literary talent of his ancestors and win a prize.

"There are specialties in the art industry, and Li Shaoxia cannot cover everything."

Wu Chushu got over the addiction of being a wild poet, and the smile returned to his face.

Bai Jinghong and Cao Mu looked at each other and saw the silence in each other's eyes.

Xiao Wu seems to really think that Elder Zeng is very talented...

Have you forgotten that you killed six bandits and were rumored to have wiped out the entire village?

at this time.

Li Mo also put it down and returned to where he was.

"What did you write?"

Ying Bing couldn't help but be curious when he saw the boy carrying two pages of paper into the Zhuangyuan Building.

He often pops out some strange words and rhymes.

But I have never seen any literary talent.

"Don't worry, it won't be a problem to get a prize back."

Li Mo frowned.

Ying Bing remembered vaguely.

When he was a child, Uncle Li hired a teacher for Li Mo.

After only three days of teaching, Xiao Li’s teacher returned the product and told him that he couldn’t teach him.

The private school teacher came to the door with a black eye drawn in ink, a mustache, and his face was written all over...

"...I've been using this red rope for a long time, and I'm fairly used to it."

...

In the champion building.

The famous literati and poets in the city gathered here, circulating the poems sent from below, criticizing and communicating with each other.

Sitting on the first seat was actually Elder Zeng.

I have to say that our elder Zeng looks very good. Now sitting there wearing a Confucian shirt, he really has the temperament of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

He was looking at a book with a blue cover. The strange thing was that the book seemed larger.

"Brother Zeng, what do you think of this song?"

“Not satisfactory.”

"What about this one?"

"It's a perfect fit."

Elder Zeng put away the scroll and stuffed it into his arms with a calm expression.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed:

"Are there any poems of this level?"

"Has a masterpiece been published?"

"Tsk, tsk, if you can make Professor Song have such an expression, it must be a work of great talent."

Everyone gathered around.

However, after Professor Song was surprised, his face became full of displeasure:

"The preface of this poem does not match the postscript, the contrast between oblique and oblique is meaningless, and the artistic conception is completely wrong."

"It's not a waste of money to deliver something of this level!"

"hiss...."

Everyone looked at the poem with wonderful expressions.

"Huh?" Elder Zeng stepped forward, his face suddenly twitching slightly, and black lines appeared on his forehead.

Isn’t this his ‘masterpiece’?

But then someone asked him:

"Brother Zeng, what do you think?"

"A pure passerby, I have something to say... At least courage is commendable, and the yearning for poetry is worthy of recognition..." Elder Zeng clenched his fists in his sleeves.

Everyone looked at each other.

With Elder Zeng's aggressiveness, he shouldn't be evaluated so mildly...

Suddenly, they discovered the signature on the corner:

"Wu Chushu."

I see.

"Hahahaha, if this poem doesn't stink, it's actually quite good."

"Courage is commendable, courage is commendable!"

"I feel that although it is not enough to show off, a prize should still be given out as a slight encouragement."

Looking at Elder Zeng's Sword City Elder badge, the literati didn't look down on each other at all.

"Let's find out first which poem can adequately exemplify the literary style of Zhuangyuanlou."

"It really doesn't work, so I have to brainstorm ideas."

Elder Zeng smiled kindly and was recalling the rules of the sect, how to punish Wu Chu for writing well.

Forget it, no more excuses, just go in with your left foot first.

Suddenly.

Another exclamation came from the side.

"Wait! This one!"

Teacher Song once again looked shocked, his expression extremely exciting.

"What's wrong?"

"Show Brother Zeng."

The Confucian scholar next to him was startled. As a result, he leaned over and took a look, his expression immediately stunned.

Elder Zeng frowned, feeling that they did not have the air of a scholar at all.

However, as soon as he took it over, his expression turned petrified on the spot.

After seeing the signature in the corner, his body began to tremble slightly.

He rushed to the edge of the building and looked down.

"Hehe...it's really them..."

"Okay, it's really true, hey hey hey..."

Elder Zeng giggled.

Everyone felt that Brother Zeng was really a sweet-tempered person, and he was so fascinated by the good poems.

"Hurry and frame it for me!"

"I'll write it myself! Find a larger piece of paper...forget it, just use brocade!"

Although Elder Zeng has no poetic talent, he is good at writing.

.....

In front of the Zhuangyuan Building.

The boy brought a green jade hairpin and handed it to Wu Chushu.

Wu Chushu raised his chin and handed the hairpin to Miss She next to him.

"Brother Wu is the best." Miss She didn't know if she had a cold, her voice was very nasal.

In front of everyone, Miss She gave Wu Chushu a sweet kiss on the face and gave him a sip.

"Ha ha."

Wu Chu is so beautiful that he almost loses his image of a dashing scholar, and his mouth is harder to suppress than an AK.

I don’t know if I can still laugh when I return to Jiancheng.

Ying Bing's eyes moved slightly.

She saw the pig running away, and she couldn't help but look at Li Mo's cheek from the corner of her eye.

"It shouldn't be."

Li Mo touched his chin.

Could it be that the aesthetics of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are different from those in the previous life?

At this time, the boy who had just left returned again and brought back an exquisite red sandalwood box.

"Sir, your prize."

"Why is it different from what Wu Chu wrote..."

When Li Mo opened it, he found a lotus-shaped hairpin inside, but the texture was transparent clear-bottom jade, which was obviously much more expensive.

"Congratulations, sir, for winning the first prize!"

Crash--

The fine Yunjin rolled down from the Zhuangyuan Tower like a wave, bringing with it a good calligraphy.

"On a bright moonlit night in front of Mingyue Tower, the moonlight is still as silver as before.

Obviously Mingyue is the predecessor. Turning back into a smile, it will be cold for thousands of springs.

It shines through the universe, as clear as water, and it also shines through the fine dust.

Don't exchange round eyebrows for eyebrows. Three or five nights in the world, I missed the person in the mirror. "

The girl's voice read it out in a daze.

Her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes became complicated after reminiscing, and then the clouds cleared and the rain began, like the moon emerging from the clouds.

.....

PS: The poem was written by Linjiangxian, Chen Zengshou in the late Qing Dynasty and modern times.

Don't worry, Bingtuozi and Xiao Li will be separated for a long time. As we all know, there are many demon clans in southern Xinjiang, and Xiao Li has accepted the inheritance of the seventy-two transformations...

I beg the audience to please recharge your batteries, this is very important for Xiao Poujie, okay!