"Dang—" But the deacon blew the green gong and said loudly: "The winners and losers of the first five competitions have been decided. It is really a great pleasure for you young masters to use wine to express their ambitions and chant poems to express their feelings, so please rest assured Have a drink."
This line of drinking order seems simple, but it is not. First, there must be a capacity for drinking, and second, there must be talent and learning. Each order is a poem, and it will be done in a circle. Those who persist until the end will have written at least four or five poems. Lin Wanrong was in a daze, unaware of how difficult it was to compose poetry, only felt that his heart was extremely happy, and he could say whatever he thought. It wasn't until I won the first place in this group that I became clearer and still felt very happy.
According to the regulations, the winner of the first place in each group competition can enter the next round. The rest of them lost their qualifications to enter the main ship. Although it was a bit regrettable, there were also pre-determined poem titles on the flower boat, and they could also meet friends with poems, which turned into a real poetry competition. You don't have to think about the promotion, and there are delicious food and wine here. Everyone is open-minded, and there are endless beautiful poems and wonderful sentences.
The deacon pulled the five groups of victorious people aside, respectfully cupped his fists and said: "Congratulations to all talented scholars, today's round of victory, you can enter Miss Luo's flower boat and share some poems and songs with Miss Luo. If you get Miss Luo's favor , you can return home with a beautiful woman in your arms, and your prosperity will be just around the corner.”
Lin Wanrong was 60% to 70% drunk, and said with a smile: "You can make a fortune by writing some poems? This is very interesting." Several other talents looked at him angrily when they heard his words with disdain, but they saw that he was slightly drunk. , and do not want to care about him.
The deacon official said: "The five talents in the other ship have all successfully advanced. In addition to our young master Hou Yuebai from Jinling, there is also Prince Zhao Xiaowang, and the most famous one is Wu Xue'an, a talented man in Beijing. Everyone on our ship Although they are not as famous as them, I see that you all have extraordinary talents and learning. You may not be able to beat them. Someone will come to pick you up on the flower boat in the middle later, I wish you good luck."
Under Lin Wanrong's drunkenness, he didn't bother to care about who the others were waiting for. Under such circumstances, reaching the top ten would be considered a modest victory.
Yan Shenghui, who was drunk on the ground, walked over crookedly, took his hand and said, "Third brother, brother Yu is incompetent, and I can't continue to accompany you for a while. You must marry Miss Zhenluo back home. For those of us who have no right Poor scholars have more ambition."
This Yan Shenghui was very upright, Lin Wanrong was moved, he might as well recommend him to Xu Wei, it was also a chance for the two to get acquainted. He laughed and patted Yan Sheng back on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yan, wait for my good news."
While speaking, the flower boats that everyone was riding on approached Luo Ning's painting boat, and the gongs and drums on the painting boat were beeping. Firecrackers shook the sky, and a covered bridge was built between the two ships, and carpets were laid, and the shortlisted talents were invited to enter the painting boat.
Most of the remaining wits were honest scholars. Seeing this scene, envious, they also clapped their hands one after another, and gave encouragement to the wits they knew well.
Lin Wanrong didn't know anyone else on this boat except Yan Shenghui, but the other nine people in the same group as him were all impressed by his arrogance, and waved frequently: "Three brothers, you must come back with victory." Lin Wanrong smiled After waving, he followed everyone across the covered bridge.
Luo Ning's painting boat is really magnificent. Flying eaves and walking pavilions, carved railings and jade bricks, red and green hangings, decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, it is very lively. The five talented scholars on the other boat were already waiting for them in one place. Lin Wanrong glanced briefly, and sure enough, he saw the little prince Zhao Kangning standing at the head of the five people with a smile on his face, but he didn't look sideways, and he didn't even glance at the five people. Behind him is a young man with a smile on his face, also very handsome, waving a folding fan, flirtatious, talking to the little prince, as if he doesn't pay attention to others.
Hou Yuebai, who had not seen him for a long time, stood in the third place, full of hesitation, staring closely at the two in front, as if he had regarded them as the biggest opponents. Others, etc., will not be able to enter their eyes.
Lin Wanrong walked at the end of the five, Zhao Kangning and the other three didn't pay attention. The ten people were divided into two teams, and both of them went inside.
Walking into the main entrance, there is a screen standing in front of the two teams, and in the middle of the screen there is only a small door that can accommodate one person to enter. The two teams of talents enter side by side, but they don't know who should go first.
This is called "Entry Pass", and it is an obstacle to deliberately test talented scholars. Although this school is small, it doesn't matter who comes first, but the talented and arrogant will not give in easily, and they will have to fight.
Zhao Kangning, the leader of the other team, smiled and said: "There is a wall in front of you, and the door is in the middle of the wall. If I don't enter first, the yellow dog will not ride on the wall."
Lin Wanrong's team leader's complexion changed, Zhao Kangning was swearing at people with a poem, meaning that if anyone dared to enter in front of him, it would be a yellow dog riding the wall. The talented man in the lead, afraid of Zhao Kangning's power, was scolded but didn't dare to say anything. Zhao Kangning smiled dismissively and wanted to step on the wall.
"Come on, come on." Lin Wanrong strode forward and said with a smile, "Little prince, do you still recognize me?"
Zhao Kangning glanced at him, his complexion changed immediately: "You, you, didn't you die in a thousand guns?"
Lin Wanrong's face turned pale. Damn it, I said that Tong Cheng is so courageous. It turned out that you bastard was behind him. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Little prince, do you really want me to die that much? Hehe, I, Lin, have nine lives, how could someone obtain them by using some means?"
Lin Wanrong laughed, and chanted loudly: "If you ride the wall, you will ride the wall. If you don't want to learn from you, you are crazy. You have never been a teacher first, so go home and teach your mother!"
Zhao Kangning once said that if he meets Lin San again, he must be treated as a teacher. How can he enter before the teacher? Lin San's doggerel, even his old mother, has taught him, but it still makes sense. Zhao Kangning's face turned red and turned pale, but what he said that day was seen by many people, so he couldn't quibble.
Lin Wanrong snorted secretly, and was about to step in when the handsome man behind Zhao Kangning said: "Wait a minute—"
Lin Wanrong looked back at him, the man clasped his fists and said, "Wu Xue'an in Xiajingzhong, I don't know if your Excellency is—"
"Wu Xue'an?" Lin Wanrong frowned and said, "I've never heard of it! It's Lin San, the next bandit."
"You are Lin San?" Wu Xuean asked in surprise, glanced at Zhao Kangning, saw that he hadn't spoken, and said coldly: "You are too rampant, little prince, how can you, a petty man, be able to train you?"
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Whether I can train you or not, it doesn't matter if you say it, it's up to the little prince himself to say it. Little prince, are you right?"
Zhao Kangning gritted his teeth, scolded Tong Cheng half to death, and said that Lin San would be killed by thousands of guns, so that the prince could rest assured, but now that Tong Cheng has become a ghost, Lin San is standing in front of him alive.
Zhao Kangning didn't say a word, but Lin Wanrong smiled heartily: "The quarrel is only for the wall, so why not let you be three feet? The Great Wall is still there today. I don't see Qin Shihuang back then. Brother Wu Xue'an, right? This entry is the same as Hearing the Tao is the same, but if you have not heard the Tao even though you have started, it is useless for you to read the poems and books. This door will let you advance."
After finishing speaking, he backed away with a giggle and let the door open. Wu Xue'an glanced at Zhao Kangning, not knowing why. Little Prince Ning gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Lin, please first!"
Lin Wanrong smiled slightly, and said to the leader, "Brother, let's go in."
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"Sister Ning, the ten newly selected talents are coming soon, go and have a look." Qiaoqiao said to Luo Ning who was sitting in front of the mirror in a daze.
Luo Ning shook her head: "To see what they are doing, this is all a farce arranged by my father, and it has nothing to do with me. He let me hide it from everyone, but Brother Lin misunderstood me. He still refuses to come, You must be angry with me. Qiaoqiao, what do you think I should do?"
Qiaoqiao looked at Luo Ning up and down. Biting her red lips lightly, she said, "Sister Ning, you care so much about elder brother, could it be—"
Luo Ning hurriedly said: "Qiaoqiao, don't get me wrong, Brother Lin and I are just good friends. Other things have not been involved yet—" At this point, she blushed and wanted to lie to her boudoir Sister Zhong, this feeling is not ordinary.
Qiaoqiao sighed softly: "Elder brother, although he is superficially shrewd, he is confused when it comes to women's thoughts—"
Luo Ning snorted and said: "He is not confused, he is clear in heart, but pretends to be confused on the surface, it is extremely annoying and hateful."
Qiaoqiao shook her head and smiled softly: "It doesn't matter whether he is really stupid or fake, but he is the nemesis of our girls. When I first met my elder brother, I liked to listen to him every day. He never said serious things, but I like it very much, I think about him and miss him every day, and I have to see him to sleep well. Sister Ning, do you feel this way?"
"Exactly—ah, no, no—" Luo Ning hastily denied, blushing, and couldn't help lowering her head slightly.
Qiaoqiao's heart was a little sour, and she tried her best not to let the tears fall and said: "Sister Ning, you are so concerned about elder brother, if elder brother finds out, he must be very happy in his heart, even if he sacrifices his life, he will hurry back .”
Luo Ning seemed a little choked up in her words, and hurriedly looked up, only to see that there were tears in the girl's eyes, but she was desperately clenching her teeth to prevent them from falling, Luo Ning hurriedly said: "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong with you ?”
Qiaoqiao sighed and said: "Brother, this person is very harmful. Sister Ning, if you really like him, I will tell him about it. He is hard-hearted and soft-hearted. I promise you that your wish will be granted."
Luo Ning didn't dare to speak anymore, she whispered a few words in Qiaoqiao's ear, and Qiaoqiao covered her cheeks with her little hand in shock, and said shamefully, "Sister Ning, you are necrotic, how can you eavesdrop like that? I hate it. Dead brother."
Luo Ning was sore and bitter in her heart, and she said angrily: "He did some evil things in my boudoir, this elder brother is the worst person in the world."
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This is the scene of the finals? Lin Wanrong entered the main cabin of the painting boat and carefully looked at the scene in front of him. The wall lamps hang high, and the color is picturesque. It has already been filled with high-ranking officials and celebrities in Jinling City. There is a large charcoal stove in the middle, and the red charcoal fire warms the fine wine. The maids and servants keep walking around, which is extremely lively.
A master sang long ago: "The top ten talents of the Jinling Poetry Contest have been produced, please take your seats—"
Swish. All eyes turned to the door, the talented man walking in front, who had never seen such a scene where celebrities gather and everyone's eyes are focused on one body, his hands trembled unconsciously. Lin Wanrong was in the fifth place. He was not afraid of this kind of scene. He had experienced many things in the past, and he had learned a lot of courage on the battlefield. He should be feared by others.
"Brother Lin, Brother Lin—" Lin Wanrong heard a woman shouting in a rough voice. Turning her head to look, she saw that the person was actually Liu Yue'e, who had helped the Xiao family in Hangzhou in the past, and now she was waving vigorously at herself, even happier than she herself was in the siege.
"Sister Liu—" Lin Wanrong waved her hand in greeting. Smiling slightly, since the Liu family has been invited, naturally someone from the Xiao family should also come.
He looked around, and heard someone shouting: "Lin San, Lin San—" Looking around, he saw that in the second-to-last row, Master Biao was standing on a chair and waving desperately to him, with a face on his face. The excitement was palpable.
Lin Wanrong waved his hands vigorously and smiled, walked over there and said, "Master, why are you here? Didn't you also participate in this poetry competition?"
Guo Wuchang said angrily: "Don't mention it, I paid a hundred taels of silver to the judges in that area, and finally got on the flower boat. Who would have thought that the wine order would lose in the first round. Alas, I should have followed By your side, no matter how you can make it to the top ten."
Lin Wanrong chuckled and talked to the young master. It's like returning to the old days, but now Xian'er has become his wife, but the eldest lady and himself are gradually moving away, life is really changing.
"Lin San, I heard you made cousin Yuruo angry last night?" Guo Wuchang approached him. Secretly said.
"No, it's just that they have different personalities. We are temporarily separated. Everyone calm down." Lin Wanrong laughed.
Guo Wuchang also sighed slightly: "If you say my cousin's personality is too strong, she dares to teach anyone a lesson. Thinking about the contribution you have made to our Xiao family, it is a great contribution. If you continue to fight like this, you will still I really don't know what the consequences will be. Why is my cousin so confused?"
Lin Wanrong sighed slightly: "Let's not talk about this. How is Second Miss?"
Guo Wuchang said: "Cousin Yushuang is looking forward to your return every day, but you quarreled with Yuruo as soon as you came back, so the eldest cousin had to let the people in the house hide it from her first. Alas, poor Yushuang, every day You draw circles on the calendar to count the time, but you don't know that you are just outside the gate, how did you make such a fuss?"
Lin Wanrong felt a little sour in his heart, looked at the position next to Guo Wuchang, Master Biao seemed to understand his thoughts, and said, "This is the position of Cousin Yuruo, she said she would come, I don't know how it came to such a time I haven't seen her yet. We didn't know that you entered the top ten of this poetry competition, if I knew, I would have called Side, Xiao Feng, and everyone in the mansion to cheer for you."
Although Young Master Biao is ignorant, these few words are heart-warming. Lin Wanrong patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly. He glanced at the empty space next to him and sighed silently. He didn't know what happened. It was such an unmanageable scene.
"Lin San, do your best, marry this Jinling talented girl home, bring tea, water, laundry and cooking, torture her hard, make her look down on us men." Young Master Biao said indignantly.
Lin Wanrong chuckled, and before he could speak, he heard someone yelling: "Big Brother, Big Brother—" Dong Qingshan's excited voice came from the side, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Qingshan and Luo Yuan running towards this side .
Lin Wanrong went forward and said, "Qing Shan, Xiao Luo, how are you?"
Dong Qingshan hugged his arm and said: "Brother, brother-in-law, you are back."
Lin Wanrong nodded and said, "Qingshan, where is Qiaoqiao? Why haven't you seen her?"
Qing Shan said: "My sister is helping in Miss Luo's room. Miss Luo has been overworked these days, and she is a little sick." Is this girl Luo Ning sick again? Alas, women are good at this. If you worry too much, you will get sick easily.
Luo Yuan said: "Brother, what have you been doing these days, you have sunburned a lot."
Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "Going to do something very important. Xiao Luo, how is your sister?"
Luo Yuan shook his head and said: "It's not good, he is frowning all day long. My father is also true. It's not that he doesn't know that my sister's vision is higher than the sky, and he still makes such a poem that can recruit relatives. It's very vulgar."
Qingshan said: "That's right. Miss Luo is a fairy-like character, how can these poor people compare. Brother-in-law, I think you might as well use your strength to defeat these guys, marry Miss Luo back home, and be Xiao Luo's brother-in-law too." .”
Lin Wanrong laughed loudly, Qingshan is always so direct when he speaks. The three brothers were chatting and laughing, but they heard a master call out: "The first ten talented scholars please sit in front of the stage."
Lin Wanrong walked to the front of the stage, found an empty stool from below, and looked down, but saw that the eyes of the Jinling celebrities in the audience were all on the people on the stage. The most attractive people on stage were Zhao Kangning, Wu Xuean and Hou Yuebai. As for the dark horse Lin Wanrong, only Young Master Biao and Liu Yue'e are optimistic about him, and others naturally think that this is at most just a foil.
The master walked up to the front desk and said loudly: "The Jinling Poetry Contest, the Poetry Contest, is starting now. In addition to the famous people from Jinling, there are also Governor Luo of Jiangsu, Master Cheng, the commander of the capital, and Xuezheng Tong of Jiangsu. Your Excellency and the local officials."
Lin Wanrong glanced at it, and sure enough, she saw Luo Min sitting on a high platform in the distance, smiling at herself. Next to him is Cheng De, with an old dark face and no expression.
The master said loudly: "In this poetry competition, the practice is that ten enters six, and six enters four. Two of the four will be selected, and the two will compete for a total of four rounds of elimination." This arrangement makes sense, as the saying goes Second, Wu Wu is the first, this kind of fighting poem, it doesn't make any sense to take the top three, only the first is the goal that everyone pursues.
"The first round. Let Xuezheng Tong come up with the questions." The master said loudly, and everyone applauded.
The senior Xuezheng stood up and clasped his fists to the surroundings, saying: "Today is a gathering of talents and a grand event in the poetry world. The old man throws bricks to attract jade and make a poem title. The four gentlemen of plum blossom, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, with plum blossom as the leader, I invite all talented scholars to do a chanting in the snow May poetry."
All the people in the hall are talented and learned. When they heard that the first round was Yongmei in the snow, they secretly complained. Because there have been countless poems chanting plums since ancient times, all of them are known as classics, and the classics are the most difficult to surpass. If you want to write a good poem chanting plums in this short period of time, it is really too difficult.
All the talents thought for a while, and the Jinling talent Hou Yuebai took the lead to stand up and said: "Student Hou Yuebai wrote a song about plum blossoms: warm and startled plum blossoms, first spread their fragrance, and come at night with thousands of treasures and spring follow. The snow in the winter, and the harmony again, is already a famous garden beauty .”
good! Hou Yuebai had just finished singing when the crowd burst into cheers. This Mr. Hou was the first to chant it, and he was from Jinling, so everyone naturally wanted to save face.
Not to be outdone, the little prince stood up and said: "Student Zhao Kangning also sang a poem about plum blossoms: Spring cold locks, in the courtyard, plum blossoms and a few trees resent the east wind, and the clear pistils do not spit out the dark fragrance far away."
good! This time it was the black-faced Cheng De who yelled first, and Luo Min who was beside him laughed secretly, you black-faced thing can't even recognize a few words, how can you understand the meaning of it.
Wu Xue'an, a talented scholar in Beijing, had already made up his mind, and the third one stood up and said: "Student Wu Xue'an in Beijing, sang a poem about plum blossoms: The sky is too pale for the snow, so I embroidered plum blossoms by hand. When winter comes next year, we will bloom together again."
The first three people are indeed known for their talents, and Yong Xue and Yong Mei are all well-known. Although they can't be called masterpieces, they are already top-notch poems. The rest of the people, seeing what these three people did, felt a little ashamed. Of the six people behind, only three of them recited plum blossom poems with the first three talents, but they were far inferior to the first three. The other three didn't get a word, needless to say, they were eliminated.
Lin Wanrong accompanied the last seat, he drank too much wine, but in this ring, he also dozed off and yawned profusely. Everyone couldn't help laughing at it. If this talented person didn't have a world-shaking talent, then he must have a world-shaking disease.
Young Master Biao, Dong Qingshan and others watched secretly anxiously, this is a knockout match, not to mention anything else, even if you can't write an eternal quatrain, you still have to recite a poem about plum blossoms.
The rest of the nine players have finished the race, and Lin Wanrong is the last one. He looked at the seat next to Young Master Biao, but it was still empty, sighed silently, and stood up.
"Sister, sister—" Luo Yuan ran into Luo Ning's room out of breath, and said loudly: "Good news, good news—"
Luo Ning stared at the face in the mirror, and sighed quietly, as if she didn't hear his words, she asked coincidentally: "Luo Yuan, what good news—"
"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, he—"
"What's wrong with Brother Lin—" The small mirror in Luo Ning's hand fell to the ground with a slap, and the two women said anxiously together: "What's wrong with Brother Lin?"
"Brother, he participated in the poetry competition and broke into the top ten!" Luo Yuan said loudly.
"Big brother—" the two women exclaimed at the same time, tears fell down, they supported each other, and hurriedly walked out.
Fang Xing went to the attic, through the curtain, he heard Lin Wanrong's voice saying: "I can't recite these poems with plum characters—"
"Brother—" Hearing these words, Luo Ning fell back straight and passed out.