Daming Junior Scholar

No matter how hard Jiaan tried, she would not exceed this poem, but when Wen Zhengming finished reading the poem written by He Jiaan, Chen Yue'e fell into confusion.It is undeniable that Chen Ziji's poems are indeed better than He Jiaan's in terms of artistic conception, but in terms of imagery, He Jiaan's poems are better than Chen Ziji's poems, and only those who have experienced rich life experience can write such poems

, but if you let yourself choose...

After hesitating for a while, Chen Yue'e responded, "I think brother-in-law did it better." After hearing that Chen Yue'e also agreed with He Jiaan's poem, Xiao Yu'er immediately became happy. The relationship with her was not as strange as it was at the beginning, and she immediately took Chen Yue'e's hand,

He said happily: "Sister, look, even Yue'e thinks that Xianggong did a good job."

"However..." Before Chen Yueying could respond, Chen Yuee said again: "But the final judge is not me, it still depends on how President Wenshan chooses."

"That's true." The smile on Xiao Yu'er's face, who was so happy, immediately weakened a lot, and she stared at Wen Zhengming in the field, silently praying for He Jia'an in her heart.Wen Zhengming didn't expect it either, but this first poem made him embarrassed like this. No matter what outsiders think, he still sticks to his own integrity. After looking at this one and then that one, finally He raised his head as if making up his mind, looked at Chen Ziji, then at He Jiaan, and said slowly: "Ziji's poems create a beautiful and interesting artistic conception, with open windows facing the water, giving people a cool feeling, And the sound of rain on the lotus leaves brought autumn, the sound of rain all night

But he brought the coolness into his dreams, seemingly unreasonable, but actually affectionate, this poem is a wonderful word. "After listening to Wen Zhengming's comments, Chen Ziji felt elated, and secretly glanced at He Jiaan. Seeing that the expression on his face was not depressing, he couldn't help but snorted in his heart, and he wanted to see it later. after losing

Can it be like this.After commenting on Chen Ziji's poem, the next one is He Jiaan's poem. Regarding this poem, Wen Zhengming also felt a little complicated. After weighing it up, he said: "Jia'an's poem seems simple, but after thinking about it carefully will naturally float

Showing a strong sense of imagery, it can be said that the two poems are almost equally high and low. After a pause, Wen Zhengming said again: "But since it is a fighting poem, it is natural to distinguish between high and low. Between these two poems, I choose...Chen Ziji." "

Chapter 458

In the first game, Chen Ziji won.

This result seems to have been expected by everyone. Except for a few people in the back row who made the sound of "Huh", the rest of the people did not have too many surprised expressions. The original smile appeared on their faces, and then puffed up. Come on.

With everyone's applause, the expression on Chen Ziji's face became even more smug. Although he wanted to pretend to be calm on purpose, the corners of his mouth that were already curled up betrayed his heart.All of this seemed to be a scene arranged to set off Chen Ziji's brilliance. While applauding gently, Su Yuan turned his head and said to Chen Xuan: "Miaocai always said that Ziji's talent is mediocre. It is clear that you are too modest

Already, in my opinion, there should be no need for the third match, Ziji will win against He Jiaan. "The more Su Yuan praised Chen Ziji, the more uneasy Chen Xuan felt. Others don't know what's going on, don't you know yourself? He sighed softly in his heart, and slightly changed the topic: "It's not necessarily true, Then He Jiaan is not someone who waits for nothing.

, the poem just now is not very bad. "It's not bad, it's obviously very good. Although Chen Xuan didn't take He Jiaan seriously, a big question mark appeared in his heart. Is this He Jiaan really that kind of talented person? I only attended the county school for a few days,

To be able to write poems of this level, if Zi Ji hadn't been prepared, I'm afraid there would be a big joke today.In the midst of people's praises, He Jia'an seemed unusually calm, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him. His eyes passed through the crowd and landed on a corner of the back row. When he saw Xiao Yu compare yourself

He Jiaan couldn't help showing a relaxed smile on his face when he swiped.Since the announcement of Chen Ziji's first victory, Wen Zhengming's eyes have been fixed on He Jiaan. In all honesty, he doesn't think there is much difference between He Jiaan's poem and Chen Ziji's poem. I thought that if I changed someone, such as my friend who lives in Taohua Nunnery, maybe He Jiaan would be judged to win, so I was ready, He Jiaan would confide my dissatisfaction to myself, and I did it well such quasi

It's just that I waited for a long time, but I didn't see any dissatisfaction on He Jia'an's face, but he kept smirking in a certain direction.Wen Zhengming followed He Jiaan's eyes curiously, and then noticed that there were several women with veiled faces sitting in the back row of the crowd, and one of them was gesturing at He Jiaan, probably because he saw his own face. reason, suddenly sit again

went back.

This should be the female family member of the He family.Wen Zhengming didn't intend to go deep into it, but he was even more curious about He Jia'an. If he didn't say anything else, just looking for himself with this poem and this handwriting, maybe he would let him go to school to study, but he I just went to the county government

Mr. Chen, but it seems that his relationship with Chen Ziji is not very good. This strange relationship makes Wen Zhengming a little dizzy.

After communicating with each other for a while, He Jiaan finally withdrew his mind, glanced at Wen Zhengming, and saw that the husband was frowning slightly and didn't know what he was thinking, so he couldn't help worrying: "Mr., are you too tired?"

"Ah?" Wen Zhengming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's not true, I just thought of something."

"Oh." He Jiaan blinked his eyes, and didn't continue to ask questions with interest.The crowd also waited for a while. It was time for Wen Zhengming to come up with the next question. Wen Zhengming turned his head and summoned his hands, and then saw a boy walking up with a picture scroll, in front of everyone. , unfolded the scroll, revealing the

face content.The painting was drawn by Wen Zhengming himself. In the painting, a fisherman is fishing by the river, but there is some blank space on the top of the scroll. I did it last fall, I thought about it

The first poem is on it, but there is no good sentence for a while. Today, there are two young talents here, so I took out this painting, and I want the two of you to use this painting as the title to write a poem. "This really caught Chen Ziji a little off guard. Not to mention he was unprepared, even if he was prepared, who would know what kind of painting Wen Zhengming would show? Looking at the old man fishing in the painting, he felt a little bit of pain in his heart. Wen Zhengming can't help but ruthlessly

Scold me, this old guy, just ask your questions honestly, what are you doing with so many gimmicks.But no matter how dissatisfied Wen Zhengming was in his heart, he had to write this poem honestly. He glanced at He Jiaan, but found that there was no panic on He Jiaan's face. muttering about

something like that.

Inscribing a poem for a painting is quite a new topic, and the crowd sitting around began to discuss it. Some people said that this round must still be Chen Gongzi's victory. After all, he gave everyone a very good impression in the last round. .

There are also different people who said that everyone should not underestimate Mr. He. After all, Mr. He also did a good job in his last poem, and who can compete with Mr. Chen in poetry, how bad is it?

Just now one scene was about summer, but this one was about painting. Xiao Yuer was very dissatisfied and said: "This Wenshan is really serious, why did you choose painting as the theme? If the theme is about piano, Mr. written."

Chen Yueying smiled slightly and said, "Don't underestimate this Wenshan chief. I heard that he is an all-rounder who is proficient in poetry, literature, calligraphy, and painting. He is known as the 'Four Masters'. He is very powerful."

"Ah?" Perhaps it was Xiao Yu'er who was a little surprised when she heard Chen Yueying's words, even Chen Yue'e was shocked by her sister's words, she blinked her eyes and asked in puzzlement: "But he is such a powerful person, why didn't I hear it in the capital?" Have you ever heard of his name?" Speaking of this, Chen Yueying said with some regret: "Maybe it's because of luck, although Mr. Wenshan is quite talented, but he has failed many times in the exams, but Xianggong treats him quite well. Highly praised, saying that if he can catch up with Wenshan Changyi

If you are half-talented, you are already very satisfied. "

"How can it be half." Xiao Yuer stared dissatisfiedly, then added after a pause: "It should be more than half at least."

He Jia'an was completely deaf to everyone's comments, his mind was spinning silently at high speed, and after stopping for almost a stick of incense, he suddenly moved, reaching out and picking up the writing brush on the shelf.It was He Jia'an, not Chen Ziji, and there was a slight commotion in the crowd, as if he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. In everyone's mind, Chen Ziji should be the one who wrote the pen first, and then the one who wrote the pen later

Winning He Jia'an with the momentum of decay, this is the most perfect ending in everyone's mind.But things happened to go to a scene that everyone didn't want to see. Looking at He Jiaan's non-stop writing, and then looking at Chen Ziji, everyone was stunned. At this moment, Chen Ziji's forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes stare straight at

Looking at that painting, I don't know what I was thinking.Soon He Jiaan's poem was finished, and after reading it without any omissions, He Jiaan put down the brush and said softly: "Shan Zhang, the student has finished writing."

Chapter 459

Originally, everyone was unanimously optimistic that Chen Ziji would be able to defeat He Jiaan. Even after He Jiaan finished writing the poem in the second round, except for Chen Yueying and his daughters, not many believed that He Jiaan had the ability to defeat Chen Ziji.

They all focused on Chen Ziji. I believe that with his strength, it is only a matter of time to write a better poem than He Jiaan.

But after such a wait, almost a stick of incense has passed.

He Jiaan wasn't in a hurry, and he didn't mean to urge Chen Ziji, so he found a chair and sat down, looking leisurely and unrestrained.Everyone looked at Chen Ziji again, but it looked different. The sweat on his forehead had gathered together and formed a small river flowing down his cheeks. No matter what, Chen Ziji didn't have the time to wipe it off. His eyes were fixed on him.

Looking at the picture scroll, he seemed to be muttering something, but there was always a feeling that he couldn't continue.

Some people in the crowd gradually became uneasy, and at first they were just discussing in low voices what difficulties Chen Ziji encountered. Even so, most people still believed that Chen Ziji would eventually write a poem to defeat He Jiaan.After waiting for a while, more people finally became uneasy, and even their voices became louder. When everyone was still discussing what happened to Chen Ziji, suddenly Chen Ziji in the middle of the field suddenly raised his head

Come on, staring at the red eyes, shouted loudly: "Shut up for me."

The sound stopped abruptly.Everyone, including Chen Xuan, stared dumbfounded at Chen Ziji in the center of the arena, as if they couldn't believe that the words came from him. As Chen Ziji's words fell to the ground, there was a moment of silence in the venue, and everyone's faces superior

His expressions became ugly.

Not only Chen Ziji was at the center of the storm, but Wen Zhengming was also among them. After all, Chen Ziji was also a member of the county school, and as the teacher of the county school, he was naturally responsible for lax discipline.It's just that Wen Zhengming just glanced at Chen Ziji, and didn't reprimand him. Instead, he continued to look at the poem written by He Jiaan.

Then I had an idea.Another stick of incense time passed, and Chen Ziji still didn't write a word on the rice paper, and he didn't even pick up the writing brush that was at hand. At this moment, Wen Zhengming coughed lightly and said : "Time has run out

There are too many, Ziji might as well listen to Jia An's poem just now, if he thinks he can surpass him... It won't be too late to give you some time. "Chen Ziji was already in a dazed state. He didn't feel anything unusual when he heard Wen Zhengming's words, but some people in the periphery had already heard the meaning of Wen Zhengming's words. It seemed that Wen Zhengming had been written by He Jiaan.

Impressed.

Since Chen Ziji had no intention of objecting, Wen Zhengming picked up He Jiaan's poem and read it aloud.

"One coir, one hat and one boat,

One inch of silk hook.

Sing a song and a bottle of wine,

One person fishes one river autumn alone. "In a short seven-character poem, there are nine one-character characters in a row. Not to mention other people, even Wen Zhengming, a talented person like Wen Zhengming, has never encountered such a poem. What's even more rare is that these nine characters One has completely painted the picture

Everything in it is shown, leaving a very deep impression on people. "Good poetry." These two words did not come from Wen Zhengming, or Chen Yueying, but from someone in the crowd. As for who it is, no one wants to find out, that person just took advantage of it. Quick words are cheap, followed by more likes

Xu then came overwhelmingly.Every time there is one more word of praise, Chen Ziji's face seems to turn pale again, and he can hear the poem Wen Zhengming recited just now clearly, don't think he can't compose such a poem, but it's not that he can't distinguish the poem good or bad, so when wen

After Zhengming finished reading, Chen Ziji knew in his heart that no matter what, he would definitely not be able to catch up with He Jiaan this time, let alone himself, even if he recruited that "Jiangnan Poetry Immortal" and made poems, I'm afraid it would not be as good as He Jiaan this time.