When I entered the interior, I saw that this place was actually close to the Qintan River, and a long pavilion several miles long was built and divided into several sections.
Just as Lin Wanrong entered, a servant took him to the long pavilion, brought him tea cups and pastries, and bowed to leave. The reception is not bad, Lin Wanrong snorted secretly, picked up a piece of pastry and chewed.
The long pavilion is built along the river, and it is all made of bamboo. The Qintan River is sparkling, and the boats are like shuttles. The scenery is very charming. Sitting in the pavilion, the water surface is shimmering, the breeze is gentle, but it is also very clean.
Forty or fifty talented scholars have already gathered in this pavilion, all of them are in high spirits, extraordinary momentum, and feel good about themselves.
Lin Wanrong grabbed an honest talent next to him and said, "Brother, how will the poetry contest be compared?"
"Brother, you don't know the rules of the poetry competition?" The genius gave him a strange look and said, "This is interesting."
"Well, my younger brother's literary talent is not good. I just came here to learn about it. I don't care much about the rules. Please correct me. Oh, in Xiasanlin, I haven't asked my brother Gao's name yet." Lin Wanrong hurriedly road.
"I come back from Xia Yansheng. It turned out to be the third brother." Yan Sheng nodded and said: "The rule is quite simple. In the long pavilion, each group of ten people will randomly select a poem topic, and within a cup of tea, ten people will write the same poem. The top two in each group are automatically promoted. After the poems are written, those who feel that they are not as good as they can withdraw by themselves. If there are other disputes, there will be three well-known judges. For the sake of fairness, these three judges will raise their cards individually. Disputes, all three agree to advance. Those who advance can take a flower boat and enter the Qintan River. That is where the real talents and celebrities gather."
Auditions and judges? Lin Wanrong understood a little. This is equivalent to selecting the top few in each division and then entering the finals. Damn, this is a typical draft style, it really is simple and practical. Ten people do the same problem. The competition is fair, no cheating is tolerated.
"The rest of the losers will have another chance to be re-formed into the ten-member team, but if they are eliminated again, they can only choose to leave." Yan Sheng said again.
This is the resurrection match, this girl Luo Ning is too talented, she can think of this kind of trick. Lin Wanrong nodded: "This is fair. Oh, Brother Yan, have you passed the competition?"
Yan Shenghui smiled wryly and said, "To tell you the truth, I didn't perform well in the last round. I was ranked third out of ten and lost the qualification for promotion once. Now I'm waiting for my last chance."
Third out of ten? This ranking is really sad. Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly and said, "Brother Yan, don't be so concerned, I believe you will advance to the next round."
Lin Wanrong chatted with Na Yansheng for a while, and he was not very clear about the competition system after promotion. But this level is the most important.
Lin Wanrong laughed a few times in his heart, this poetry contest will do well, girl Luo Ning. There is also some talent for hype.
Sure enough, just as Lin Wanrong imagined, the items used in the pavilion, even the tables, chairs and benches, were all printed with the symbol of "Food is Immortal" without exception. The talented scholars who were eliminated also received a souvenir specially made by the conference, an oiled paper umbrella sponsored by Shi Weixian.
With his own ability, it is estimated that he will be eliminated in the audition, Lin Wanrong doesn't care, Luo Ning only said to let him participate. But he didn't say that he should be promoted, just do his best. He sat there, drank a few cups of tea leisurely, dozed off for a while, and saw that the talents in front of him were almost promoted, and those who were eliminated were eliminated, so he took a free time and made up ten people together with Yan Shenghui to queue.
One of the ten people was sent to collect the test questions for this group. The guy who took the questions was so nervous that he was sweating profusely, and he almost couldn't walk steadily. Lin Wanrong watched and shook his head secretly. This kind of psychological quality also came to participate in the draft
He remembered something, patted Yan Sheng in front of him and said, "Brother Yan, I heard that Jinling's top talent, Hou Yuebai, also came to compete, I wonder if it's true?"
Yan Sheng nodded back and said: "Of course it is true. Mr. Hou is infatuated with Miss Luo. How can you miss this opportunity? He is also a popular candidate to win the poetry competition this time. However, Mr. Hou is not in the same competition area as us. With his Ability to advance smoothly, that is not a problem."
I have heard that Hou Yuebai studied hard behind closed doors, and I don't know what skills he has learned, so he dared to win the championship. Immediately after that, Yan Sheng shook his head and said, "But I don't like this Young Master."
"Oh, why?" Lin Wanrong asked strangely.
"This poetry competition, because Ms. Luo wants to invite relatives, can be said to be a gathering of talented people from all over the world. Although Hou Yuebai is the number one talented person in Jinling, the world is so big that there are many outstanding talents. Not to mention the provinces of Anhui and Zhejiang, even the talented people from the capital There are too many to count, so he might not have a chance of winning. I heard that Prince Cheng's son, Zhao Kangning, the young prince, has a special liking for Miss Luo, and he also participated in this poetry competition. With him participating, there is no hope for Mr. Hou to win the first prize. .” Yan Sheng replied.
This guy Zhao Kangning is also here, my day will be very lively, he wants to be a teacher when he sees me, hehe. But what is this old Luo trying to do by making such a big show and gathering everyone's attention here? He glanced around, and suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, his face changed suddenly, ouch, this old Luo is about to make a move.
With this thought, he was both excited and worried. Lao Luo is joking with the world, using your daughter to attract everyone's attention, secretly sharpening his knife, mother, you really dare to do anything.
Yan Sheng looked back at the person who drew lots, and said a little nervously: "Third brother, I only have this one chance, and I don't know if I can win."
Lin Wanrong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Relax, brother Yan, what should be yours is always yours, and no one can take it away. If it's not yours, you can't even grab it."
While talking, the man who drew lots had picked out the topic, unwrapped the ball of paper tremblingly, and read in a trembling voice: "Taking the spring and summer seasons as, for, as the topic, do, do, do one seven musts." !"
Damn, can you read more fluently? Lin Wanrong shook his head secretly, and made Qijue with the theme of spring and summer, which was difficult for him. However, it is not as unattainable as imagined.
As soon as the title came out, the ten talented scholars had already started to move quickly. There were seven steps to complete a poem in ancient times, although it was a bit exaggerated. But it is not so easy to write a poem within a cup of tea.
"Yes, yes, I have—" Yan Shenghui was the first to shout loudly. The other wits were startled when they heard it, and those who were not mentally competent even sweated profusely.
"What are you arguing about?" A woman's voice sounded familiar. Lin Wanrong raised her head and saw an old woman sitting on the judging table, looking here with an angry face. Day. What is she? Lin Wanrong almost jumped up.
"Hey, isn't this Mei Da Guoxue? Why, you haven't returned to the capital yet? How's your health recently? Have you plowed the fields yet?" Lin Wanrong's thoughts turned sharply, but his mouth was already smiling. road. Damn, today is really not going well, let alone being slaughtered, I met a judge. It's still this perverted woman, my god, Miss Luo. It's not my fault.
Mei Yanqiu was already tired enough to be the judge of this station, and she didn't notice Lin San at all beforehand. Seeing this person suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, she stood up from her chair in fright, and said in surprise: "You , you, what are you going to do?"
"What are you doing?" Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "You still don't understand this, you are here to participate in the poetry competition, you are the judge. You can take care of me later."
Hearing that he was here to participate in the poetry competition, Mei Yanqiu strengthened her heart and said proudly: "That depends on your ability."
"Don't you know my skill, Mei Daguo Xue?" Lin Wanrong narrowed his eyes, slowly stretched out a finger, and said with a smile: "My hand is called Yiyang Finger, which is a unique skill passed down from family. Mr. Mei also saw it with his own eyes that day. hey-hey-"
Mei Yanqiu's face was pale, she sat down on the chair and dared not speak, Yan Shenghui pulled Lin Wanrong back, and said with admiration: "Third brother, you actually know Mr. Mei?"
"Get to know her, she has a deep impression on me." Lin Wanrong laughed, and looked at Mei Yanqiu playfully.
"It's time—" Another judge shouted, and the rest of the talents were sweating immediately. This group was eliminated in the first round and was waiting to be resurrected. They already had psychological pressure. His face was pale and he couldn't stand still. Lin Wanrong chose this group, but deliberately took advantage of it.
"Since you have completed the poem, read it and listen to it." The judge replied to Yan Sheng.
"Yes. Spring and summer are the theme. What the students do is: floating urns with melons to cool off the heat, stacking lotus root with ice and emerald greens to chew on the cold. The inclined stone is close to the steps to wear dense bamboo shoots, and the small pond spreads leaves to produce lotus balls." Yan Sheng returned to his forehead dripping sweat Pearl, said hurriedly.
"Good poetry, great poetry!" Yan Shenghui had just finished reading, before the judges could speak, Lin Wanrong clapped his hands and laughed.
Yan Shenghui glanced gratefully at the third brother who had just met him not long ago. He knew himself, and this Qilu poem was only fluent in sentence and neat in antithesis.
The judges nodded, discussed for a while, and at the same time raised their cards and said: "It's OK. Advance!"
Yan Shenghui yelled excitedly, hugged Lin Wanrong and said, "Third brother, I have advanced, I have advanced."
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Congratulations, Brother Yan."
Several judges glanced around and shouted again: "Who else made it? Report it quickly."
The rest of the people looked distressed, and no one dared to speak. The judge looked at it and shook his head again and again: "If there is no one else, we-"
Damn, these guys must have spent their study time picking up girls, not even me, Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Wait, wait, since no one has made it. I'm not talented, I'm not good at it." First of all, please correct me, teachers. When the ice enters the teeth in the cool green pool, the teeth are soaked in the clear spring dew and the sun is cold. The fragrance is indistinct and the wind is as clear as wisps, and the paper window is bright and the moon is listening to the cicadas."
"Good poem, good poem!" Yan Sheng shouted back to Li.
Lin Wanrong smiled slightly, and pointed a finger at Mei Yanqiu: "Mei Daguoxue, mine is called Yiyangzhi, a unique technique passed down in my family, very powerful—"
Mei Yanqiu's face changed, and tremblingly raised the sign in his hand...
On a huge flower boat in the Qintan River, Luo Ning held on to the railing, looked at the talented scholars on the boat next to her, and sighed softly: "Don't lean on the railing alone. The autumn river is misty, rainy and dew cold. return!"
She coughed twice, quickly covered her mouth with her hands, her face flushed. Dong Qiaoqiao who came out of the cabin hastily patted her on the back of the neck and said: "Sister Ning. Why are you out again? You have worked too much these days, and the doctor asked you to rest."
I'm not overworked, Luo Ning smiled bitterly, took her hand and said: "Qiaoqiao, brother Lin promised me to come back today, tell me, will he lie to me?"
Qiaoqiao patted her hand and said: "Sister Ning, don't worry, since the elder brother promised you to come back, he will definitely come back. The elder brother never breaks his promise."
Luo Ning coughed twice, looked at Qiaoqiao, and said with envy on her face: "Brother Lin is your husband-in-law. Naturally, you love him so much."
Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "Sister Ning, what do you want elder brother to come back for? He likes to wander around, and he is coming back now. He is probably sitting in some long pavilion drinking tea with others, and taking this poetry competition as a bustling scene." Look, Sister Ning. Tell me, you can only learn from such a talented person. There are many handsome ones, which one do you like? Maybe Master Luo will match you."
Luo Ning's face was bright, her neck blushed, and she said softly: "My good sister, we will be sisters for the rest of my life, okay?"
"Okay, of course." Qiaoqiao said with a sweet smile: "However, you have to drink the medicine first, and then take a good rest. Otherwise, when you come out, don't wits want to see a pitiful sick man?" Beautiful?"
Looking at the silent river, Luo Ning sighed softly: "If he doesn't come back today, I will lose my interest in life!" Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "Sister—" Seeing Luo Ning's eyes filled with tears, Staring blankly into the distance, his frail body is lonely and helpless in the wind, which makes people feel pity...
"Why?" one of the judges yelled.
"Isn't that simple?" Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "According to the rules, the top two in each group are automatically promoted. Among the ten of us, only Brother Yan and I have written poems, so they are automatically promoted? Teachers, this brand is still Don't lift it anymore, Xiaosheng is afraid that it will hit the self-confidence I have built up so hard."
The two judges nodded and smiled: "You are very modest. Even if you are advanced, we still have to raise this brand—"
The two flopped at the same time: "Advanced—" "Advanced—"
In desperation, Mei Yanqiu gritted her teeth and held up a sign: "Advanced—"
Seeing the signs held up by the three judges unanimously, Yan Shenghui shouted excitedly: "Advanced, third brother, you have also advanced."
Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Brother Yan, don't get too excited, this is what was expected." Yan Shenghui thought about it carefully, this is not the case, this judgment is useless at all, he clasped his fists and said: " The third brother is calm and unhurried, and his wisdom is extraordinary, Yan admires him."
Others waited to see these two pass the test so easily, and they were annoyed to death. If they knew this, they would not be afraid of embarrassment, no matter what kind of profane poems, they read it first, and then they hesitated for a while, and others took advantage of it.
This first hurdle was passed, and Lin Wanrong and Yan Shenghui boarded the show boat together and headed straight for Qintan River. Talented scholars who have passed the first test are divided into two flower boats, and there are fifty or sixty people on each boat. These are the elites selected by the audition.
This flower boat is not as good as the boat that stayed at Xian'er's place last night, but it also looks extraordinarily luxurious, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything you expect to find. A few celebrities sat in the middle of the stage, plucked the strings lightly, and sang a ditty sadly, while the gifted scholars in the audience sang to each other and shouted loudly, indeed there was an atmosphere of a gathering of literati.
"Young masters—" a figure with the appearance of a deacon stood up and said, "Today's poetry competition is a fun event for drinking and composing poems. It is a great fate that we can gather together, so I invite you all to have a drink together. In order to thank you for our reunion, please—”
"Please—" All the talented scholars drank it all in one gulp, but there was quite an atmosphere.
The deacon said again: "Since you have passed the first test, you are all well-educated people. Today's second test is also very simple. I waited for more than 50 people. I divided them into five groups, and each group performed a test. Drinking order. This drinking order must be matched from one word to more words. If you don’t match, please step aside and drink while the rest of the princes continue. The one who sticks to the last is the winner.”
Lin Wanrong probably understood it, and secretly found it fresh. This method is interesting. Ten people make drinking orders, from one word to many words. It is not so much a comparison of talent, but a comparison of wit and drinking capacity.
He took the teacup, found a place close to the cabin and sat down, looking towards the river. But there are two painting boats beside you, and I don't know which boat Luo Ning is on. I was idle and had nothing to do, but I saw a small boat rowing in the distance. On the boat stood a big black man and a middle-aged man with a white face and beardless. The two were gathering together, whispering something.
Oh my god, I didn't see a ghost, did I? He rubbed his eyes carefully and let out a sudden ah. Throwing the teacup in his hand, he shouted loudly: "Brother Du, Brother Hu—"
The ship was far away. At the beginning, they couldn't hear his shouts, but when they got closer, they heard the shouts, and the two people on the boat looked over. When they saw Lin Wanrong's shadow, they were stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed. Hu Bugui, a high-spirited five-foot-tall man, with tears streaming down his face, said loudly, "General Lin, General Lin, you're still alive, damn it, you're still alive, wah-wah-"
Lin Wanrong laughed loudly, wiped his nose, and jumped into the river with a jerk. Yan Shenghui hastily grabbed him and said, "Third brother, what are you going to do?"
Lin Wanrong said: "I have a few life and death brothers over there, I want to go and see them, ****, I really miss them."
Yan Sheng replied: "Since the brothers have met, are you still worried about the short-term meeting? It's so cold in the twelfth lunar month, even if you swim through it, it's not worthwhile if you suffer from the wind and cold. When the poetry competition is over, you Wouldn't it be beautiful to drink with them again?"
That's right, what is I doing in such a hurry, Lin Wanrong smiled shyly and waved at the two of them. Hu Bugui and Du Xiuyuan also understood what he meant, hurriedly stopped the boat that was rolling towards this place, and waved vigorously at him, the two of them jumped on the boat, their excitement was beyond words.
Feeling refreshed, Lin Wanrong was just catching up with the drinking order, so he couldn't wait to find a group of ten people. There were some unfamiliar faces in it. He wasn't afraid, so he raised his glass and drank two in a row. , but my heart is still unstoppable.
Seeing the madman running from nowhere, everyone even drank two cups without saying a word, all sticking out their tongues secretly.
Anyway, everyone doesn't know anyone. Compared with drinking and wits, I have never been afraid of anyone. Lin Wanrong's eyes were slightly red, and the excitement on his face could not be suppressed.
"Please!" The first person uttered an order after finishing his drink.
"Please!" The second person took over and drank his glass.
"Fenghua!" said the third person.
"Drink!" said the fourth person.
,,,,,, when Lin Wanrong arrived, he had already drank two more cups. The person in front of him asked "Love is deep in the middle of the moon". "
In the first round, all ten people drank, but no one was eliminated. Lin Wanrong toasted frequently, no matter who it was, the drink was dry.
The second round will start from the beginning of the six.
"Drunkenness is easy to show the scenery -,
"Don't say the smell of wine is sad—"
,,,,,, The longer the sentence, the more difficult it is. Before the round is over, four people will be out. When it came to Lin Wanrong, a talented man in front chanted: "The wind
The lips of a beautiful woman with mellow wine."
Lin Wanrong laughed loudly and said, "Bronze-skinned and iron-boned horse generals are in front of the battle." When he raised his neck, strong wine poured down his throat like water, and he didn't even change his complexion. Seeing that he is so heroic, he is definitely not a weak and weak scholar, and they all admire him in their hearts.
After the third round, there was no one to compete with him. Lin Wanrong's eyes were slightly red, his body was shaking, but he stood still and sang: "Brother!
My younger brother is a brother, with a heroic spirit around Yuyu, who will laugh at me for being drunk on the battlefield! Bingjia has great ambitions, offering a cup of wine to Jiexiong, please drink another three hundred cups! "
Who can answer this sentence? Everyone has already been defeated, looking at his face full of envy and admiration. Lin Wanrong was upset when he saw that no one was answering him any more. He picked up the two wine cups on the table and drank them all in one gulp, but he still didn't feel satisfied. Liquid trickled down the corner of his mouth.
Everyone was stunned, these are scholars who have read a lot of poetry and books, they have never seen such a wild character, but seeing him drinking and composing poems are all unrestrained, with a faint murderous aura, everyone is startled.
Yan Shenghui over there had already retreated from defeat, and he was seven or eight points drunk. Seeing Lin Wanrong's appearance, he immediately shouted: "Third brother, you are doing well. Life should be like yours, half awake and half drunk, free and easy. Come drink-"
Holding the pot in one hand, he imitated Lin Wanrong, gurgled a few times, and before he had taken a few sips, he fell drunk on the ground with a puff.