In this thick atmosphere, Wu Xiude looked up at Chen Yuan and Ruan Yu, but he was taken aback. I saw that there was still a deep sense of shock on the faces of the two of them.
My heart moves, is there a masterpiece
A little uneasy, but then calmed down again. Thinking, "Mr. Liang had a question in advance, which is why he made such a good work. The talents of all scholars are not as good as Mr. Liang, let alone the test questions in advance. How can he make a work that surpasses Mr. Liang?"
Thinking this way in his heart, Wu Xiude smiled and cupped his hands at the two of them: "Seeing the lingering charm on the faces of the two of you, but is there a masterpiece that deeply moves you?"
"There is indeed one article, which is not bad."
Ruan Yu said with a smile.
"There is one article, I only saw it in my life." Chen Yuan sighed.
"Hehe." Wu Xiude disapproved in his heart, but smiled on his face, cupped his hands and said, "Then why don't we put the three masterpieces at the end and read them aloud?"
"Yes!"
Ruan Yu and Chen Yuan said in unison.
"Very good." Wu Xiude clapped his hands and smiled, then called Hao Nu and said, "Order Jin Ce to read the poems aloud."
"Yes." Hao Nu responded, turned and walked down, and soon brought a middle-aged man. This middle-aged man was not very handsome, but Ruan Yu and Chen Yuan had heard of it.
"Could it be the one who speaks loudly and reads poems with great charm. Jin Ce who is famous in Liangzhou?" Chen Yuan asked curiously.
"Exactly."
Wu Xiude smiled slightly.
"Jin Ce, you can go and read aloud." Wu Xiude turned to Jin Ce and said.
"Yes." Jin Ce responded, and accompanied the three slaves to the stone platform. The eagerly awaited readers will know that the good show of this poetry meeting is coming.
They couldn't help getting excited, and probed their brains even more.
Jin Ce is well-known in Liangzhou for his word of mouth, and he is responsible for reading aloud at such poetry conferences all year round, and he is not stage frightened. Then he picked up a "test paper" and read aloud: "There is a lot of fresh green among the branches, and there are a few spots of red hidden in Xiaolei. Cherish your heart and don't spit it out lightly, and teach peaches and plums to make spring breeze."
The beginning is already high-pitched.
"Good poetry."
The scholars present clapped their hands and smiled, admiringly. Just this one poem is already stronger than most people present.
"This was made by Chen Zhong, a native of Yang County, Xuanzhou." Jin Ce looked at the inscription and said with a smile.
"Chen Zhong?! So it's him?" The so-called celebrities have their own talents. A talent must have a reputation. This Chen Zhong used to be quite famous in the nearby prefectures and counties, and all the scholars were surprised when they found out that it was him.
"Brother Chen wrote a good poem."
"What a masterpiece."
At this time, three or two acquaintances came forward to congratulate him. This Chen Zhong was in his early twenties and looked dignified. Now that he was praised by his acquaintances, he showed a humble look, and said repeatedly: "No talent, no talent."
But in my heart, I couldn't help but feel complacent. Being able to make a name for myself in the Huangshan Poetry Association is really worthwhile.
…
At the same time, some staff members wrote the poems that Jin Ce read aloud, and handed them to a slave, and went to see Shi Miaomiao quickly.
Inside the boudoir.
Shi Miaomiao has finished touching up her makeup, her pretty face is full of expectations, like a budding flower bud, green and gorgeous.
"Miss, here is a poem."
The waiter walked in quickly, holding a poem draft in his hand.
Shi Miaomiao quickly took it, opened it for a look, and praised: "Good poem. It's quite as wonderful as Begonia."
"Who did this?" Shi Miaomiao asked again.
"It was made by Chen Zhong in Naiyang County." The servant replied.
"I seem to have heard it." Shi Miaomiao frowned slightly, but she couldn't remember who it was.
"The person that Miss can't remember must be an ordinary person. Compared with Mr. Liang, it is even more different. Let's just wait for Mr. Liang's masterpiece."
The servant laughed coquettishly, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked delicious.
Shi Miaomiao's eyes were full of spring, and two red clouds rose on her pretty face, but she didn't refute.
…
Outside the boudoir, there is a poetry meeting. The Begonia written by Chen Zhong pushed the poetry meeting to a high pitch. Then it seemed like a mountain of bamboo after the rain, with bamboo shoots popping up one after another.
There are many excellent works, some of which are better than Chen Zhong's.
Scholars worship celebrities and talents. Whenever these masterpieces come out, they will arouse a burst of admiration from the scholars present. Those who write poems also rise with the tide and become famous.
Needless to say, after going back, he must be a famous figure in the county. In the future, he might be admired by the chief examiner because of this reputation in the imperial examinations. In short, the future is bright.
In the midst of these ups and downs, the twenty-seven poems were read aloud. Only three remain.
It also aroused the curiosity of many readers.
"According to the usual practice, the finale must be a poem that is astonishing as a fairy. There are three remaining poems. Who wrote them?"
"One of them should be Liang Sheng, and the other one should be the second talented person in Xuanzhou, Wu Zhengchun from Datong Mansion. Only this one is left."
"Who wrote the rest of this one?"
"There are thousands of people present, and there are only a few who are famous and talented. They have all read aloud. The rest of this article should be written by unknown people. But it shouldn't be a poem that can be written alongside Wu Zhengchun and Liang Sheng. The nameless man is really contradictory and incomprehensible."
"No matter who made it, it will definitely become famous because of this Huangshan Poetry Fair."
Scholars are chatting and discussing in twos and threes.
Not only were they curious, but Shi Miaomiao and two of the three examiners were also curious. Wu Xiude himself had reviewed Liang Sheng's poem, so he asked: "You two gentlemen, who are the people who can stand side by side with Liang Sheng and Wu Zhengchun?"
"The old man's choice was made by Wu Zhengchun," Ruan Yu said. As soon as the words fell, Wu Xiude and Ruan Yu cast their eyes on Chen Yuan.
Facing the two people's questioning gazes, Chen Yuan waved his hands and said, "It's exciting to have expectations. You can't say it now, you can't say it."
"You kid." Ruan Yu scolded with a smile.
"Mr. Chen is also childlike." Wu Xiude said helplessly.
"Hehe, of course. We are all successful people, and being an official is boring. If we don't have some fun, wouldn't we be bored to death?" Chen Yuan was rather amused.
"Ha ha."
Ruan Yu laughed and didn't take it seriously.
The two became even more curious about who that person was.
…
Inside the boudoir.
Shi Miaomiao got the twenty-seventh poem, knew that the next three would be the finale, and also guessed that there were Wu Zhengchun and Liang Sheng, and was quite curious about the third one.
"Those who can stand side by side with Young Master Wu and Young Master Liang must be talented and invincible people. How can they remain silent?" Shi Miaomiao asked curiously.
"Maybe they are low-key?"
The waiter yawned, she didn't know how to appreciate poetry, and felt a little tired.
Shi Miaomiao rolled her eyes at the waiter with all kinds of flair, and said angrily: "What scholars are looking for is the title on the gold list, how can it be low-key?"
"But no matter what, this third person is not as good as Mr. Liang. Why are you curious?" Shi'er pouted.
"That's true." Shi Miaomiao's curiosity faded after thinking about it. Anyway, she was going to meet Liang Sheng tonight.