Daming Junior Scholar

Thinking of this, Chen Ziji couldn't help but heaved a long sigh and cheered himself up. After all, it took three rounds to decide the winner of a poem fight. If he remained in this state, he might not be able to win against He Jiaan in the last round.

After reading the poem, Wen Zhengming clearly saw that the word unwillingness had been written in Chen Ziji's eyes, so he asked again: "Ziji, if you think you can win, I can still give you two sticks of incense." Time." How much I hoped that I could win He Jia'an quickly, but the reality still gave Chen Ziji a head-on blow. After hesitating for a while, Chen Ziji finally nodded and said, "Mr. He is really talented. This time, I recognize

lost. "

Since it is fine to admit defeat, Wen Zhengming finally breathed a sigh of relief, but waved at He Jiaan and said, "Jiaan, come here first."

He Jiaan got up quickly, walked over quickly, and asked curiously: "Why is the head of the mountain looking for students?"

Wen Zhengming didn't speak immediately, but carefully turned the scroll in front of him in the other direction, put it in front of He Jiaan, and then said with a smile: "Since you wrote the poem, you should write it yourself. Only then did He Jiaan realize that Wen Zhengming actually meant to write this poem on this painting. When he thought that he could write a poem for Wen Zhengming's painting, He Jiaan's heart suddenly became tense. don't hesitate

Dare to pick up the pen, and finally smiled wryly: "Since the painting is drawn by the head of the mountain, it is better for you to write this poem."

"Hey..." Wen Zhengming shook his head, and said seriously: "Jia'an doesn't have to be too humble, in fact, as long as you treat this painting with a normal heart, it's fine. Besides, what I want is not your words, but This poem of yours." After listening to Wen Zhengming's words, He Jiaan seemed to have some epiphany in his heart, and quickly calmed down his mood. He Jiaan nodded slowly, and then took the brush to soak up the ink, and began to paint on the canvas. quickly wrote

.Counting, from the last life to this life, I have been practicing calligraphy for almost 20 years. I don’t know how many characters I have written, but there is no one character that makes He Jiaan so excited and excited like today. This is Wen Zhengming. the painting

, After a few hundred years, this is no different from a national treasure, but I can actually mention a poem on it, how glorious it is.On the other hand, Wen Zhengming himself didn't understand why He Jiaan's cautious appearance was just a painting. Although he liked it very much, he never had a suitable poem on it, and he always felt that this portrait was a little lacking. Like something, but today I finally got my wish. After the ink on the painting was dry, I excitedly rolled up the painting. When I was about to take the painting back, Chen Ziji who was standing aside suddenly said, "Master Shan, I have something to say."

Chapter 460

Chen Ziji was scared.

It's not that he was afraid of He Jia'an, but that he was afraid of this Chief Wenshan who didn't play cards according to common sense.

In the first round, he got the topic right, but in the second round, he took out a picture scroll and asked himself to write a poem on it. This was completely out of the routine he had imagined, and naturally he couldn't prepare for it.I also know that the performance just now has indeed caused dissatisfaction among many people. If I am not the son of the county magistrate, or if my father is not on the scene to support me, I am afraid that some people will not be satisfied with this result and walk away. up

, I pretended not to see the expressions on their faces, just because I still have a trump card that I haven't released, I believe that as long as I read this poem, I will be able to win He Jiaan and save my face.

Therefore, in order to achieve my goals, even if I go too far occasionally, I can't control so much.

So when Wen Zhengming just turned around, Chen Ziji suddenly opened his mouth and said to Wen Zhengming with some embarrassment: "Shan Zhang, can I make a request to you?"

"Oh?" Wen Zhengming was stunned for a moment, and asked in puzzlement, "Please tell me, Ziji."

Chen Ziji said shyly: "Just now I forgot to mention to the head of the mountain that the students are not very good at writing poems about paintings, so, can... the last poem be our own title?"

oh!After hearing Chen Ziji's words, the people present finally understood, no wonder Chen Ziji didn't come up with this painting poem after thinking for so long just now, it turns out that this style is not the one he is good at, if you say that,

This actually allowed He Jiaan to pick a big deal invisibly.He Jiaan on the side couldn't help turning his head to look at Chen Ziji, with a slightly mocking look on his face. He only heard that there are two kinds of people who can write poetry and those who can't write poetry, but he never imagined that there will be a third kind of people who write poetry. Still have to pick a topic, don't you mean

If you are asked to write spring, summer, autumn and winter, you can talk eloquently, but when it comes to painting poems, you can't even utter a single word. Only ghosts can believe this.

It's a pity that there are not only ghosts at the scene, but also a lot of ghosts. What Chen Ziji said just now gave these people a good reason. While explaining to Chen Ziji, they tried to exert their own influence on Wen Zhengming.There is only one way, and that is to ask Wen Zhengming not to publish this kind of painting poem again. If he writes this kind of painting poem again, it will be selfish and deliberately wants Chen Ziji to lose this match, so it is the most fair The way is to follow what Chen Ziji said

Said, the topic is self-made.In this case, Wen Zhengming's originally calm heart could not help but shake slightly. After hesitating for a while, he still gave up the topic he had already drawn up, turned his head to look at He Jiaan, and said apologetically: "Jiaan,

Have you ever heard what Fang Caizi Ji said? "

"I heard." He Jiaan nodded.

"Then did you agree to his conditions?" Wen Zhengming asked tentatively.

"If the head of the mountain has no objection, the students will naturally agree."

He Jiaan's actions like this made Wen Zhengming feel a lot better. His bad impression of He Jiaan disappeared, and he began to think about whether he should find a time to chat with He Jiaan, and what is the relationship between him and Chen Xuan.However, after all, this is something to be discussed later. The most important thing right now is fighting poetry. Wen Zhengming nodded slightly at He Jiaan, and then announced: "In the first two rounds, each side won and lost, so it doesn't matter. whoever wins

In the third round of the competition, he won the game. The topic of the third round was drawn up by himself, and the time for the two sticks of incense was limited, and it started now. "

Not to mention two sticks of incense, as long as I drink a cup of tea, I can copy the poems I have already completed on paper, but I can't do this, because in front of so many people, I have to Just install it for a while.

Chen Ziji turned into a thoughtful look again, but this time there was no sweat on his forehead, and even his expression was no longer as ferocious as before.Seeing that Chen Ziji was not as nervous as last time, Chen Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, Chen Ziji's performance almost drove him to death. How could he give birth to such a useless thing and be ashamed in front of so many people? now

Now, if he hadn't been concerned about his identity, he would have wanted to take him home right away.

But fortunately, I didn't really do that. When Chen Ziji proposed to draw up his own topic, Chen Xuan knew that Ziji would definitely win this round.

It was related to the final result, and no one in the crowd spoke up. After a stick of incense, it was Chen Ziji who took the lead to pick up the brush on the table and began to write seriously.Just when people were about to start applauding Chen Ziji, they suddenly saw that He Jiaan had also picked up the brush, without looking at Chen Ziji, and began to write vigorously, and it seemed that the writing speed was faster than Chen Ziji's.

Ziji is even faster.

Everyone's hearts were raised one after another. It seemed that the two of them were more evenly matched. They didn't know who would win the third game. Is it Chen Ziji or He Jia'an?

The people present either supported Chen Ziji or He Jia'an, but there was one person who was extremely complicated in his heart. It was none other than Chen Yue'e who was sitting next to everyone.Although it has been a long time since what happened that day, I am afraid that many people have already forgotten it, and when they talk again, they just feel that the situation that day was very dangerous, but I still can't forget that day. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw He Jiaan's hypocritical face approaching me. If I hadn't reacted in time, I might have been insulted by him on the spot, but even so, I knew later that I was not only kissed by He Jiaan

, Even his daughter's innocent body was touched all over by him.I only think of death in my heart, but I am not willing to die like this. If I want revenge, I must drag He Jiaan to die.

When I was with myself, I was taking revenge on him severely.

The plan is very clear, but some small problems have appeared in the process of implementation.After a series of contacts with He Jiaan, she suddenly discovered that He Jiaan was not as bad as she imagined, not only her sister but also sister Yuer, and there was no conflict between the two of them.

For Fang's sake, there is no such so-called intrigue at all.

Moreover, He Jiaan treated him very well, not only did he never intend to take advantage of him, but he also tried his best to satisfy any request he made, and he never refused.

More importantly, He Jiaan's piano skills brought him a greater shock. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had a vague feeling that He Jiaan seemed to be better than his teacher.

Thinking about it, the expression on Chen Yue'e's face was a little distracted, but at this moment someone's arm was suddenly twisted lightly, and then Chen Yueying asked suspiciously: "Yue'e, what are you thinking?"

"Ah? It's nothing, what's wrong, sister?" Chen Yue'e asked in a panic.Is this still nothing?Chen Yueying was not stupid, so she could naturally see Chen Yuee's panic at this time, she paused and said: "Listen carefully, Master Wenshan is about to read a poem."

Chapter 461

"Where is the singing bird not pitiful,

Shuanggui shakes the night without sleep.

The title is broken, the fan is light and the moon is doubtful,

How many people do not share the circle. "When Wen Zhengming finished reading Chen Ziji's poem in a cadenced voice, there was a sudden gasp in the audience. Everyone knew that Chen Ziji was talented, but they didn't expect Chen Ziji to be so talented.

If you can make up your own topic in the second round, then there will be no such thing as the third round.It may be the first time for others to hear this poem, but when Su Yuan heard this poem, the expression on his face suddenly became a little complicated. Others don't know, so doesn't he know? thinking in his own face

That song, this is not a proud work he just came up with, it is clearly the result of a long preparation.It's just that I know in my heart that it's two different things to tell myself. I can't risk the consequences of offending Chen Xuan to tell the truth. Besides, is the truth really that important?As long as He Jiaan wins, he can fight for his daughter.

Mouth angry.The expression on the face of Su Hongxiu, who was sitting peacefully next to Su Yuan, suddenly became a little complicated. She didn't know who Chen Ziji was, and how much literary talent he had in his stomach. Besides, it was not true that Chen Ziji bought poems to deceive people. once or twice, this

It seems to have become an open secret among some scholars, and some people are even forced to sell poems to Chen Ziji for their livelihood. So after hearing this poem, Su Hongxiu's first reaction was that this poem must have been bought by Chen Ziji .However, just as her father thought, Su Hongxiu didn't mean to expose Chen Ziji, and said to Chen Xuan with a smile: "Congratulations to Uncle Chen, I haven't seen you in just a year. I didn't expect Ziji to make such a huge improvement. niece looks down

After half a year's government examination, Ziji will definitely not have any surprises. "

"Where is it?" Chen Xuan smiled and shook his hand and said, "He is still far behind, and he still needs to hone his skills."

It was said to be tempering, but it was not because he was afraid that Chen Ziji would embarrass himself by going to the government for an exam. Su Hongxiu complimented him a few more times before turning around.Su Yuan silently saw Su Hongxiu's expression in his eyes, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He discussed with Chen Xuan about being the in-laws of his children. He hadn't mentioned it to Su Hongxiu yet. , maybe he won't even recognize his own father. If he turns around and walks away at this time, where should he put his and Chen Xuan's faces, so I'd better wait and let her see Chen Ziji's literary talent , when the time comes, I will mention this matter to him again.

Marriage should be almost inseparable.Su Yuan had a good plan in his heart. At this time, there was a new change in the venue. After putting down Chen Ziji's poem, Wen Zhengming first commented a few words, and his tone was quite optimistic about Chen Ziji's poem. He Jiaan's poem won

Woke up, just read the first sentence, the expression on Wen Zhengming's face suddenly became serious.