Daning Dynasty god-level sign-in system

After reciting a solitary poem "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" that overwhelmed the entire Tang Dynasty, the scene suddenly became very quiet, and the needles could be heard quietly.

Lin Ju is over half a hundred years old, and at this moment, he is also crying: "Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people?"

Time flies, life is short, half a hundred years old, there is not much left in life, why not let him feel sad?

Looking at Jiang and Yue in the poem again, who would know who was the first person to see the moon by the river?Since which year did the river moon shine on the river?

He Yizhou was also chanting these two sentences repeatedly, and his whole body was immersed in deep shock.

Among the crowd are many foreigners who have left their hometowns and come to Jinling. The line in the poem "Poor upstairs wandering in the moonlight, should be reflected on the mirror of Liren's make-up.

The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, but it is returned by the brush on the anvil. "Deeply touched their sorrow of leaving others. Those who are wandering outside, who doesn't miss their wives and children at home?

There are still many students who went to Beijing to rush for the exam, but they were "dreams in the pool last night, and poor Chun Ban did not return home.

The river flows and spring is gone, and the river pond falls to the west.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is endless.

I don't know how many people will return in the moonlight, but the falling moon shakes the trees in the river. "Touched.

The rural examination in the capital has ended, and there are still a few days until the results are released. I came here happily and full of hope. When will I be able to go back in today's mid-autumn festival, when the whole family should be reunited?What kind of mood did you feel when you returned home?

All kinds of complex emotions are intertwined into a different kind of parting sorrow, which makes it difficult to calm down for a long time.

Even those women, women, and even the miserable people in the brothel can find resonance in the poem.

Although Zhao Rushi was afraid of failure and that Xiao Yan's talent would surpass Liu Zongming's, he couldn't help but be shocked by this song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".

At this time, the happiest person was none other than Ruyu, her eyes were affectionate, secretly staring at the tall and straight man downstairs.

He does not have the name of Liu Zongming's number one talented scholar, but the song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" he recited has already overshadowed Liu Zongming.

Xiao Yan said secretly: Senior Zhang Ruoxu, you have offended me!I copied your old man's poems in a fair and honest manner, but don't worry, I have already confessed to them that this is plagiarism.

After a long time, the atmosphere of silence was broken.I don't know who called "Okay" first, then the second, third...

Even people who haven't read the book can hear that this poem is much better than Liu Zongming's four-line poem.

Of course, if you ask why?Some people will definitely say that because Mr. Xiao wrote a lot, there are 36 sentences!
Xiao Yan stood on the stage and watched the situation. If he said that he was not guilty, it would be a lie.

"I copied this, I really copied it, don't be so excited!"

"It's already at this time, Mr. Xiao, do you still want to hide your unrivaled talent?"

"It seems inappropriate to be so modest!"

"I don't believe your words now. No one in my Great Ning Dynasty has ever been able to write such a peerless poem."

"Don't talk about Daning, no one in the past dynasties can write it well?"

"That's right, Mr. Xiao, you should admit it quickly! It's not something shameful."

Xiao Yan was speechless, I said it was copied, you still don't believe it?
"Everyone, I swear I really copied it, I really didn't lie to you."

Suddenly, a roar came, "No, you liar, you didn't copy it at all, you wrote it yourself, didn't you prepare it a long time ago, today you finally got the opportunity to grab my Daning Isn't he the number one genius?"

Obviously, this roar was made by Liu Zongming. He was almost hysterical, and his whole body was almost on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Yan looked at Liu Zongming who had a ferocious expression, even a little distorted, "Before you said that I was plagiarizing, but now you seem to be a different person and say that I am not plagiarizing, so should I say I copied it or wrote it myself?"

Nima, no one believes the truth, how embarrassing it is, all the senior poets, you have also seen that this is indeed not my intention, and I can’t blame it on my head, it’s all their faults , junior, I can't help it either.

Liu Zongming gritted his teeth and said: "Don't think that if you can beat me in writing poetry, you will be able to get the title of number one talented scholar."

Xiao Yan: "Wait a minute, wait a moment, here I want to make it clear that I don't care about your name as the number one talented person at all. To put it bluntly, I don't care about the young master. Whoever wants to take it will take it." Go, just don't involve me in it."

Seeing that Xiao Yan abandoned the title of number one talent like a pair of shoes, but Liu Zongming regarded it as a treasure.

The people present applauded fiercely again.

"Look at Mr. Xiao, is he generous enough? Is he awesome enough?"

"Hey, I remember you said that Mr. Xiao was thick-skinned just now, why are you saying something different now?"

"Ahem, you misread the person. I never said anything about Young Master Xiao, but you. I seem to have heard you say that Young Master Xiao has a problem with his character and that he is not worthy of being a scholar."

"Ah? You can hear me with such a small voice? Uh no, I didn't say that either. There's nothing to say about Mr. Xiao's talent and character."

Similar vignettes took place in several places on the scene.

Xiao Yan's attitude made Liu Zongming a little annoyed, "The third round of competition is writing lyrics, do you dare to compare with me?"

Xiao Yan shrugged: "Actually, I'm not very good at writing lyrics, but I can still copy them."

Liu Zongming: "Who will believe your nonsense?"

Xiao Yan: "Believe it or not."

Liu Zongming walked up to the judging table and asked: "The third round is about writing lyrics, how many judges are invited to come up with questions?"

Lin Juren: "Okay, Mr. Liu, please wait a moment, let us discuss what question to ask first."

Liu Zongming retreated slowly, and looked at Xiao Yan with provocative eyes from time to time.

Xiao Yan was not a good stubble either, he gave him a counterattack look without hesitation.

Qian Dalin suggested: "This is an oiran competition, how about using the oiran as the topic?"

Lin Juren and He Yizhou looked at each other, and they could see the contempt and disdain in each other's eyes. What kind of bullshit proposals are there, and they are not at all level. The merchants are really stupid.

Lin Juren asked, "What do you think of Yizhou?"

He Yizhou: "This title is a bit too vulgar. Today happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. In my opinion, how about just writing words related to the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Just as Qian Dalin was about to refute, Lin Juren stepped forward and said: "What Yizhou said is very in line with my opinion, so it makes this meeting more elegant. Master Qian, what do you think?"

Seeing that both of them agreed, Qian Dalin couldn't raise any objections, "Very good, very good, let's do it like this!"