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Chapter 107 Don't Squeeze, Oh My God, Where Are the Forbidden Army! (Please collect and recommend)
Chapter 107

"Of course it's one song. Could it be possible to write several more and throw them there for others to choose?" Wang Yang gave Liu Yiyi an angry look, and his eyes fell on Li Shishi.

Seeing this little girl with a worried face, Wang Yang stretched out his big hand and performed the unique skill of touching the head. "Don't worry, there are not many people in the world who can match your master's talent, at least not today."

Li Shishi's watery bright eyes suddenly narrowed into a lovely crescent moon, reflecting the bright white moonlight in the sky, as dark as a black gem hidden at the bottom of the stream. "Well, I knew, Master, you will definitely be the best one."

Seeing this pair of master and servant playing sweetly in front of her, Liu Yiyi couldn't help curling her lips. "Brother Wang, you are really right. I just happened to ask someone from the slave family, and I just learned that for this Mid-Autumn Festival, I can write three poems."

"You mean, in fact, I can also write three poems, right?" Wang Yang couldn't help being a little dazed. Damn it... No wonder when I was copying that poem, I saw someone not far away finishing it there. After the first song, he continued there with a sad face, thinking that the guy had written a scrap and wanted to rewrite it.

"Could it be that when you got there, you just wrote there in a daze and didn't see what other people were doing?" Liu Yiyi looked at Wang Yang with some surprise, as if she was watching an idiot giggling with a lollipop.

"Stop talking nonsense, of course I saw it." Wang Yang touched his nose in embarrassment, and then pretended to be calm. "But for a genius like me, one song is enough."

"Really, don't even be able to win against that rabbit girl. At that time, I will see your jokes." Liu Yiyi giggled, her smile was so charming, her eyes were Such cunning.

Li Shishi didn't take pleasure in others' misfortune like Liu Yiyi, but looked anxious. "Oh, master, what should you do if you lose to those young masters who bet with you... At that time, don't you want to go to the Bian River with nothing, it would be so embarrassing."

"...Girl, you can't think of something better. Do you think your master and I are so easy to lose to others? Don't forget, your master and I won the first name in Bianhe Festival." Wang Yang couldn't help turning She rolled her eyes, why does this girl have such rich associations.

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At this time, Li Qingzhao also left the case with a radiant face, and walked back into the crowd. Chen Jie hurried forward and asked nervously. "Well, are you sure?"

"Well, I'm very sure. Today, little girl, I can be regarded as performing supernormally. I wrote a good poem that I can't even believe." Li Qingzhao showed a bright and confident smile, and nodded vigorously. Nodding and answering.

And Zhao Ji, the Li brothers, and that Gao Qiu also gave up their pens and returned them. After a short meeting, they heard the sound of bells ringing from the brightly lit hall in front of them.

Then the handymen began to urge those literary youths who had not yet left the case to speed up. When the second bell rang, almost all the people who were still in front of the case writing hard or thinking hard had no choice but to get up and leave. .

The bell rang for the third time, and the servants had already begun to pack away the tables and cushions.And at this moment, in that hall.Almost most of the Hanlin scholars were among them, as well as many officials from the Ministry of Etiquette, looking at the many words hanging in the hall one by one.

The names of all the authors of the lyrics have been framed. This way, at least to a large extent, it can eliminate the possibility of personal criticism.However, this was just a Mid-Autumn Festival literary meeting, not a serious imperial examination consideration, so these lyrics were not handed over to others to copy and then sent to these referees for review.

For every newly brought ci work, five Hanlin scholars and officials of the Ministry of Rituals will first conduct a preliminary review. Among the five, as long as more than three people think that they can pass the preliminary review, it will be considered to have passed the preliminary review, and then it will be hung in the hall. The judges reviewed and judged the excellent works.

In the end, the judges discussed again, and finally selected No. 1, two No. 2, three No. 3, five fourths, and ten fifths.

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"The number of people who came to participate in the literature meeting today is much more than in previous years." A gray-bearded Hanlin scholar sat on the couch, chatting with other people, and at the same time pushing the handyman next to him. The good pile of rice paper about a foot thick stretched out his hand.

"Well, there are enough, but it's a pity that good works are hard to find... I'm dizzy from watching this, and I haven't seen refreshing masterpieces yet." The official of the Ministry of Rites felt the same way. Nodding, after reading the poem in his hand, he shook his head helplessly, picked up the pen, made a small cross in the corner, and passed it to the next companion.

"That's... Huh?" The old Hanlin scholar who spoke at the beginning agreed, but unexpectedly, when he saw the newly picked up rice paper in his hand, he couldn't help being taken aback. "This writing is really good..."

After a word of praise, his eyes fell on the song "Mulan Ci", and he began to chant in a low voice: "If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan..."

Just these two sentences made the other four preliminary judges who were bragging and farting while judging the works before all shut their mouths at the same time, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Waiting to change the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are easy to change..." The next two sentences made the four people almost hold their breath and open their eyes wide.

After the old Hanlin scholar finished reading, his cloudy old eyes began to become radiant.Then he shook the rice paper in his hand and drank loudly. "Everyone, be quiet, everyone, please be quiet."

All the officials in the hall who were appreciating and evaluating the poems all stopped talking about it by coincidence, and all their eyes fell on the old Hanlin.

"Listen up, everyone... If life is just like the first time you see it, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan? Waiting for the old man's heart to change, but the old man's heart is changeable..."

There was a dead silence in the hall. Everyone held their breath and listened with gleaming eyes as the old Han Lin read this stunning poem that made everyone's eyes light up.

After finally listening, one or two expressions still looked so intoxicated, and they obviously haven't come back to it, and Gao Shilang of the Ministry of Rites who presided over today's literary meeting and Zhang Xueshi of the Imperial Academy both walked towards the old Hanlin with big strides , that Gao Shilang from the Ministry of Rites couldn't wait to ask loudly before he arrived. "Wang Hanlin, who wrote this? Could it be someone who came here today to make fun of it?"

"I really don't know, and this handwriting is really refreshing..." Wang Lao Hanlin shook his head, and handed the rice paper to the Gao Shilang who came over.

"Huh...that's a strange way of writing, this is..." After Gao Shilang's eyes fell on the handwriting, he couldn't help but his eyes brightened.

Zhang Xueshi's eyeballs were even more brilliant, and he directly raised his hand to take it from Gao Shilang's hand, and leaned in front of the lantern to examine it carefully, tsk-tsk. "I have never seen this kind of writing. You can see that his strokes are fast enough for other people to use them. However, the handwriting is thin and strong. You can see its strength..."

"It is thin without losing its flesh, and its characters are especially graceful and graceful. Because the strokes are relatively thin and hard, the brushwork is exposed, and traces of brushwork such as running Teton can be clearly seen. It is a very unique style of font..."

"After the Wei and Jin Dynasties, although there were many people with great attainments in calligraphy, they were able to form their own sect. It was almost impossible to find those who brought forth the new from the old. I never expected that I would meet one here today..."

"If a person's life is just like the first time he saw it, with such calligraphy and literary talent, the old man has really opened his eyes today."

"Two, two, don't look at calligraphy anymore, let's see if this poem is okay?" At this time, the other officials who gathered around couldn't help rolling their eyes. If you don't let it go, what do other people think?

"Yes, yes, come on, let's take a look first..." Being able to see such a masterpiece of poetry is definitely a rare encounter in a lifetime for every literary veteran and young and middle-aged person.

But now, it just happened to happen, how can I not let these literati who are usually wanton and wild go crazy and anxious.

"Everyone is quiet, don't squeeze, don't grab, oh my god, where is the forbidden army!" At first, I wanted to talk about some affection, but the appearance of those companions baring their teeth and claws immediately made the waiter Gao anxious, so hurry up shouted.

As soon as the imperial guards entered the gate, those Hanlin scholars and officials of the Ministry of Rituals who wanted to see the authentic work sooner were naturally embarrassed not to pay attention to their elegant demeanor.

And this "Mulan Ci" was soon hung in the main hall, the most eye-catching position, those officials squeezed over one after another, looking at the "Mulan Ci" seriously.

They shook their heads with emotion. "As soon as this word comes out as "Mulan Ci", how many people will dare to write it, and how many people will dare to go to the class to get an ax..."

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity... Autumn, parting, and changes in people's hearts are all described in it. The three words we wrote, this "Mulan Ci" has perfectly included them. In this way, I really don't know , who else can surpass this masterpiece."

"Not only are his lyrics so outstanding and amazing, but his calligraphy is also exceptionally outstanding, unique and unique..."

Inside the hall, there was a lot of voices, and His Highness, the literary youths, all looked helplessly at the hall where the imperial guards lived.It can be said to be extremely uneasy in my heart.

As for Wang Yang, the old driver, he saw Li Qingzhao not far away, who always stretched his jade neck and looked towards the direction of the main hall, and couldn't help showing a very gentlemanly smile at the lady.

However, that woman Li Qingzhao only gave her a cute white eye in return, which made Wang Daguan look black.

PS: It’s a rare big chapter, there will definitely be another update tonight, don’t worry everyone, it’s a new week, I hope to see everyone continue to support the new book, okay!

　A rare big chapter, there will definitely be another update tonight, everyone can rest assured that it is a new week, I hope to see everyone continue to support the new book, okay!

　　
　
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