Zhenguan Wenzong System

Chapter 223 The Conflict Before the Competition

In the middle of the unitary hour, the city of Chang'an was already ablaze with lights.Standing in front of Zhuge, looking at the crowded crowd downstairs, Luo Yan sighed softly: "Today's competition has attracted the attention of the whole Chang'an. Sigh, I really don't know if people will know that the ending is already doomed. Will become that street rat."

Just as the others were about to come over to comfort Luo Yan, there was a sudden knock on the door.Accompanied by the rapid "kuangkuang" sound, the shopkeeper shouted: "Dr. Luo, the time has come. Come out with you, Du Erlang, and all the young princes. At this time, Pang Wenlin and all the celebrities have also come to Datang .Before the competition starts, Dr. Luo should go and meet him first."

Hearing what the shopkeeper said, Luo Yan turned around, and said to everyone with a calm face: "Okay, everyone, I will go to meet the other protagonist of tonight first. And those judges." He walked towards the door with steps.

Seeing that Luo Yan has almost recovered his calm, although he knows that no one can be calm at this moment, but the leader has already left, people like himself can't just stay like this.The two headed by Changsun Chong and Qu Tuquan hugged Du He and led a group of teenagers out of the room in an orderly manner.

Luo Yan arrived at the lobby one step ahead of everyone else.I saw a few scribes in the hall who were not young, all wearing brocade robes, talking to Pang Fengcheng and his son at the moment.Seeing Luo Yan approaching, the Pangs and their sons were a little arrogant, and said to the scribes: "Here, this is Luo Yan." After speaking, he said to Luo Yan: "The surname Luo, these few It's tonight's judging session. Come and meet me soon."

Luo Yan only cared about Du He a while ago, so how could he know that the review had already been decided at this moment.At the moment, he just cupped his hands and said, "Pang Shilang, the judging matter should not be decided after you and I have agreed. I don't know the names of these few people. How can they be judges tonight."

Pang Fengcheng just let out a cold snort, but those scribes refused.As soon as Luo Yan finished speaking, someone came forward and said, "I have long heard that you, Luo Yan, are proud of your talents. When I saw you today, you are indeed well-deserved. Pu Shanxiu, thanks to the high praise of you in the poetry circle, is an outstanding figure in the Jiangnan poetry circle." The person who spoke also seemed to be in his early forties, with a handsome appearance, and he also seemed to be a romantic person.

"I don't know when this name came out. If it was nearly ten years ago, why have I never heard of it? No, how did your Excellency escape the butcher knife of the tyrant Yang Guang?"

The person who said this was angry and terrified.

But why?Back then, Yang Guang boasted that he was number one in martial arts and literature, and he killed several people who were more talented than him for various reasons.The ones left behind are those that Yang Guang doesn't even like.Therefore, no matter what Luo Yan said ten years ago or the past ten years, they all mean the same thing: what qualifications do you have to talk to me, a guy who is just trying to catch his name.

This person was left speechless by Luo Yan's words, so he could only retreat angrily.

However, the few people in front of him presumably were found by Pang Fengcheng long ago, and when Pu Shanxiu retreated, another person came up.The same brocade robe is worn on this person, but there is no trace of wealth and nobility.If you insist on describing it, it is the old farmer who has been working hard for many years, who was forced to put on such a piece.This person came forward without telling him who he was, and said: "Dr. Luo is famous for his sharp teeth and sharp mouth. I will see the rumors today when I see him."

This is hurting people, how can Luo Yan have any good feelings. "Who is Your Excellency? With your Excellency's words just now, Luo Yan feels ashamed. Taking advantage of the crowds today, how about giving up this sharp-tongued reputation to Your Excellency. It's not like letting such a famous name be overshadowed." cast."

Luo Yan, who opened his mouth, was unstoppable at the moment, this person didn't even dare to say his name, so he retreated on his own.

The one who came up next was even more annoying, and he opened his mouth and said: "A certain is Mr. Jiang, who has been in the poetry circle for decades, and has never seen such an arrogant Dr. Luo. No matter how you say it, the two of you just now are both young and talented. He is taller than Dr. Luo. Even if he speaks something wrong, he shouldn’t be robbed by Dr. Luo. I also hope that Dr. Luo will improve his morality in the future. Ten years from now, this poetry world will be yours.”

The words were beautiful, but Luo Yan felt awkward in this kind of preaching and pedantic tone.In desperation, Luo Yan could only say: "Oh, so it's Mr. Jiang, I grew up listening to your poems."

In other people's ears, these words are extremely polite, but only the young people who are deeply hypocritical with Luo Yan know what it means.So as soon as the words came out, both sides were laughing, with a slightly smug smile on the one hand and a derogatory ridicule on the other.Pang Fengcheng looked at the meanings of the smiles of the young people opposite him, so he could only step forward and pull the mentor Jiang back.

It was the last one, dressed in coarse linen clothes, and the shoes on his feet were a little bit shabby, with a pale face and a thin body, which was quite different from Pang and the others.Walking forward, he looked at Luo Yan with vicissitudes of life, and then said: "The old Huang Xizong was good at poetry when he was young. I heard Luo Xiaoyou proposed the innovation of poetry style a few years ago, and I was very interested. I also heard that you are going to have a competition today. , I’m here to join in the fun.”

Among the few people I met, this old man was the only one who made Luo Yan feel more comfortable.So put away the arrogance just now, bowed to the old man, and said: "It's just a moment of youthful enthusiasm, so there is such a competition. It's this scene that made the old man laugh."

Huang Xizong waved his hands and said, "What's the matter? When I was young, I also learned from that knight-errant, fighting with others when I disagreed with you. It's good that you wait like this. Hahaha." After that, I didn't say any more , stepped back a few steps, and stood at the place just now.

The two parties did not reach an agreement on this matter.At this time, Luo Yan and Pang Wenlin could only argue again.And at this juncture, the people behind Luo Yan also called many scribes and scholars.While hesitating, suddenly there was an exclamation from the stairs: "Everyone, get out of the way, some scholars from the Hongwen Hall are here." Luo Yan finally had an inspiration.

The crowd parted ways, and the formal Yao Silian and other bachelors walked into the lobby.Luo Yan went up to greet the few people, and the few people exchanged polite greetings with Pang Fengcheng, then stood at the top to watch the movements of both parties.

"I don't want to talk nonsense. Everyone knows that I am a little hypocritical with the bachelors in the Hongwen Museum. Today, you invite two of these bachelors, and I invite two of the people you have found. The remaining one , just randomly invite someone from the crowd of onlookers. I don’t know what you like?" Luo Yan said to Pang Fengcheng.

Although it was seriously different from what he had expected, Luo Yan's method at this time was already the most reasonable.If he continued to entangle, he might suffer even more at that time, so Pang Fengcheng agreed after thinking about it.

In the end Luo Yan chose Huang Xizong and Jiang Enshi, while Pang Fengcheng chose Yao Silian and Yu Shinan.As for the crowd of onlookers, a literati named Guo Yushen was recommended. It is said that he was also a master of poetry in the Gyeonggi generation.

In this way, the judges were selected in the fairest way, and then, the formal competition was about to begin.

After several judges were seated at the top table, Luo Yan led Du He to sit opposite Pang Fengcheng and his son.

"In this first game, who will ask the question first?"

You first or me first, this is a question. In the end, the eyes of both parties are still fixed on the judges.Several people discussed in low voices, and Yao Silian said: "Since Pang Wenlin proposed it first, then he will come up with the questions for the first round."

As soon as the result was announced, the onlookers turned their attention to Pang Wenlin.The first round is important, but it's not very important, after all, there are three rounds in the competition.But it is not important, but it is also very important.The person who first proposed the question must have prepared in advance and prepared a draft, and it must be quite advantageous at this moment.In this way, it will definitely affect the opponent's state of mind.

Pang Wenlin was pleasantly surprised at the moment, and without waiting for Pang Fengcheng to express his opinion, he stood up and bowed to the judges, and then turned to Luo Yan and said, "The title of this first round is five-character boudoir poems, restricting You Yun."

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd of onlookers shouted and cursed.

It's also really insidious, you ask a nine-year-old to write boudoir poems, and you restrict the rhyme.Is there anything more shameless than this?
"This idea is really insidious. Little Tong Tong knows about this boudoir. This Luo Yan is also looking for death. At the beginning, he made a rule that rhyme books are not allowed. Alas, I see, this first competition does not need to be compared at all. , Just admit defeat to Pang Da."

"That's right, there is still a time limit for writing poems like this. It is said that the Pang family has collected a lot of poems with a lot of money earlier, and they have already memorized them by now. I see, this Luo Yan wants to win. It's hard. Fortunately, I beat him to lose."

"Brother is clever. My little brother paid three hundred coins, and you will pay two for each. How about you?"

"Be courteous and courteous. If you press down one or two, you will pay three."

"That dude got rich this time."

Listening to the discussions around, Luo Yan turned his head and asked Du He: "How about it? Can you write it? If you can't, you will admit defeat." Luo Yan didn't mean to write a ghost letter at all. Anyway, there are still two competitions, and this first round If you lose, you lose, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Who knows that Du He tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said: "This poem can be written. I read boudoir poems in the two hundred poems a while ago. I think there is a restriction on rhythm, and it is nothing more than a better arrangement of words. " Luo Yan was surprised after hearing this, but he didn't expect Du He to have such confidence.Touching Du He's head, Luo Yan said: "Since this is the case, then you don't have to keep your hands. You can use whatever skills you have. Don't care about what your grandfather said that day, just write."

Du He smiled slightly after listening, and then picked up the pen to write and draw on the paper.

(End of this chapter)