At this moment, without waiting for him to object, Wu Liuzhi had already begun.
"Since Prince Zhang didn't answer, perhaps he acquiesced. In that case, I'll make a fool of myself!"
"The wind and rain set, the sun remembers my yearning, the small bridge and the flowing water in the shampoo, what can I do about the thousands of weeping willows on the shore, I'm yearning in the misty rain!"
"Good!"
As the poem ended, in an instant, all the officials clapped their hands and cheered. Even Master Yushan nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Feng was so embarrassed that his cancer was acting up.
Could this be called a damn poem?
It was all a pile of words, but it didn't say anything.
It was like someone excitedly telling you that this matter was very interesting, but after talking for at least an hour, he didn't say anything practical.
And he didn't even know what was so good about this matter.
Could this be called a poem?
Before Zhang Feng could speak.
Someone else got up to write a poem.
One after another.
Zhang Feng listened with a big headache. Even the smile on Master Yushan's face gradually became forced. In the end, he just looked at a book in his hand expressionlessly. ,
Instead, he was reading with great interest.
But these people didn't care. They thought that Master Yushan had taken a fancy to their talent and was copying their poems …
"My God, this … this is called a poem?"
At this moment, at the door of the Poetry House, Hao Chujun and the others were dumbfounded as they listened to the poems inside.
Not to mention others, one or two poems that they casually took out would at least be much better than this, right?
Were these the talents of Jiangnan?
Were these the common talents of Jiangnan?
At this moment.
The shopkeeper who was guarding at the side seemed to have heard Hao Chujun's words. He shook his head and sighed, "This young master is not!"
"In fact, those who can participate in the Poetry House are almost all those who are eager to show off and then want to become the hangers-on of others. As for the talents, almost all of them will be the hangers-on of those big families when they become slightly famous. Why would they participate in this kind of playful situation?"
Hao Chujun was shocked when he heard this.
He also felt relieved.
Officials and literati were very proud and aloof. Weren't Lai Ji and the others the same?
There was also a Poetry House in Luo State City, but they refused to go there.
If they went, they would have to spend money. A pot of tea and a seat would cost at least dozens of copper coins. But in their poverty, who would have that kind of money?
Although their talents were outstanding, they didn't want to become someone's hanger-on. It was only when their teacher opened White Deer College that they saw hope.
In comparison, this kind of thing should have happened in many places.
Especially in the past few days, they had seen many poor students. Some people offered a high price to buy the white paper in their hands, but they would rather starve until they passed out than sell it.
What is this?
To them, this was not only a matter of face, but it was also very precious!
Before the appearance of Paper Blank, everyone was talking about knowledge. What was there to talk about?
It was about cars.
For example, how many carriages of books did each family have? Who had annotated each person's novel?
Xuan paper was an unattainable existence for ordinary people.
Most people were still using bamboo slips or tree barks to record and to go to school.
It could be seen that this Poetry House wasn't a place for ordinary people.
You either had to be famous and let those rich families know your name, or you had to go to the school to seek help. Or you had to rely on your own efforts.
As for such an extravagant Poetry House Competition, although everyone yearned for it, those without money could only watch.
So at this moment, at the entrance of the Poetry House, there was already a large number of students in robes who were eagerly listening.
Then, those who heard would share the news.
It was a pleasure to see.
Hao Chujun had thought of paying more than once to let these people in, because he knew that these people might not be able to enter even if they were poor for their whole lives.
But rules were rules. He didn't dare to break them, unless it was his teacher.
Thinking of Zhang Feng, Hao Chujun's thoughts quickly changed.
At this moment, there were already many people who had gone up.
Other than the young master of the Wu Family, there was the person called Shu Heng who had found fault with his teacher at the beginning.
At this moment, that person seemed to have become the finale. At this moment, he pretended to be an intoxicated Mo Yan. On one hand, he closed his eyes and waved the folding fan in his hand. After a while, he slightly frowned and asked the poet where the problem was.
Just like that, an hour passed.
Most of the people in the field had already made poems. Even the female family members stood out to make poems.
This inevitably attracted Zhang Feng's attention.
Especially a woman wearing a bamboo hat. Just by listening to her voice, it gave people a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze.
Her poems had a similar feeling to Li Qingzhao's.
In comparison, Zhang Feng believed that the so-called talents of these so-called scholars were not half as talented as this woman!
Even Zhang Feng had an illusion that if not for those poems in his memory, he would probably be defeated by this woman today!
At this moment, all the scholars and officials took out the poems that they felt were good. It could also be said that they had specially prepared for this poetry competition.
At this moment, everyone looked at the person with the surname Liu on the high platform.
At this moment, that person, under the guidance of the people beside him, then pretended to stand up. He looked around and said, "Are you all done? If so, I will embarrass myself! "
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