Daming Junior Scholar

In the first game, He Jiaan won.

The expression on Xie Qinhu's face in the audience has become much more relaxed, his eyes are fixed on He Jiaan's face without blinking, and he doesn't know what kind of state he is in now, and this state is I have never done it before, and I have the courage to stare at He Jiaan, and my heart is already happy.

Winning has long been in He Jiaan's plan. Only by winning continuously can he get the chance of freedom, so no matter who it is, he will not show mercy.

After sending Chu Shibi away, He Jia'an stood up again. At this time, his self-confidence on his face obviously increased a lot. He cupped his hands towards the surroundings and said loudly: "I don't know if there is any friend who wants to come up and have a try. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting I can accompany you all."

Didn't you see that just now Chu Shibi didn't even dare to play, so he ran away by urinating? There were a few people in the audience who felt it was a pity that he didn't take the first place, but now they feel extremely lucky, honestly Staying in the crowd on the ground, saying nothing and not daring to go on stage again.

He Jiaan yelled three times on the stage, but no one came up to the stage below. The atmosphere in the air seemed a bit awkward, but Xie Qinhu was very happy. Seeing that no one came to the stage, he wanted to go up and announce the final winner It's He Jiaan.

At this moment, another young man stood up in the crowd, clasped his fists at He Jiaan, and said loudly: "Young Master He, younger brother He Bofeng, wants to compose a poem with Young Master He. I wonder if Young Master He should agree?"

poetry?

This is still a bit difficult for He Jiaan. The crux of the problem is that this is the Ming Dynasty. The five hundred poems of Tang and Song Dynasties in my memory have already been published in this era, and I seem to have no way to copy them. These are probably a bit weaker than those in the Tang and Song Dynasties, but since people mentioned it, I can't be timid.

Smiling as a gesture of invitation, He Jiaan said with a smile: "Why not, since younger brother He is interested in poetry, then He will accompany you naturally."

Hearing He Jiaan's consent, He Bofeng walked around the high platform, walked up the steps, stood in front of He Jiaan, arched his hands, and said: "Since Brother He has agreed, let's praise Miss Xie's beauty as a topic for each other." How about composing a poem, and the one with the most applause wins?"

"So... well, it's up to you."

Chapter 1110 Using Poetry as a Medium

Chapter 1110 Using Poetry as a Medium

Hearing that she would use herself as a poem, Xie Qinhu felt a little more nervous for no reason, and also showed a rare shyness of her daughter's family on her face, which turned the teenagers around her who had been staring at her into Brother Pig .

Since it is a poem, there must be a distinction. Just when He Jiaan was about to write a poem first, He Bofeng said suddenly: "Just now Mr. He was shocked by a song, and Mr. Chu was so ashamed that he hid his face and ran away. I'm also afraid that I will end up in the same end as Mr. Chu, why not let the next come first?"

Oh, He Jiaan understands, this student is quite similar to himself, and his idea is to grab the head start, but since he wants to write poetry first, he doesn't have any objections, but he just wants to listen to it for a while. What kind of masterpiece to make.

The uproar under the stage has gradually weakened. In the expectant eyes of everyone, He Bofeng frowned and slowly circled on the stage. People around can understand that He Bofeng needs a certain amount of time. No one urged him, and after a while, He Bofeng finally raised his head, his eyes shifted from He Jiaan's face to Xie Qinhu's face in the audience, and then he said loudly: "Sinking fish fall into the face of wild goose, closed moon shames flowers!" appearance."

Oh, let alone, the first two lines of He Bofeng's poem made the expression on He Jiaan's face stunned. I really didn't expect that there are such talented people hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. Although I don't know what's behind him How about the poems, but these two sentences alone made He Jiaan restrain his pride, stared at He Bofeng cautiously, and wondered whether his next poem could overwhelm him.

"Qingxiu Furong is jealous, for whom can she smile.

The flowers are worth breaking, don't wait for the beauty to grow old. "

As if encouraged by the applause on the stage, He Bofeng gradually smiled more, cleared his throat, and continued reading.

"When you tie the knot, you are envious of the lovebirds.

The world is impermanent, and there are few joys in life.

In the beautiful night of thousands of miles, the love and hatred are ethereal. "

Probably He Bofeng himself was very satisfied with this poem. He didn't move for a long time after reading it, but the audience began to applaud like thunder. , I have received some influence, and He Bofeng's poem is extremely simple, which is more in line with everyone's taste, so the applause is naturally thunderous.

After the applause gradually faded, He Bofeng pretended for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes, looked at He Jiaan confidently, then bowed his body slightly, and said with a soft smile, "Young Master He, it's your turn."

Following He Bofeng's words, everyone's eyes were on He Jiaan. Just now He Jiaan took down Chu Shibi without bloodshed with the song "Ambush from Ten Daggers", and instantly raised his image to a high point. His strength is naturally awe-inspiring, so even after He Bofeng came up with such a good poem, everyone didn't feel that he was a sure winner now, and believed that with He Jia'an's talents, he might come up with an even more powerful poem. His poem drove He Bofeng off the stage.

Speaking of nervousness, none of the people present would be more nervous than Xie Qinhu. If he hadn't made up his mind a long time ago, the poem by He Bofeng just now made his heart jump like a deer, and his small face seemed to be trapped. It's like a fire, and I can feel the heat on my face now.

Right now, the only person I can count on is the man standing on the stage. I used to think that he was a dog official, a bad guy who could only exploit the people, a man who talked nonsense, but at this critical time, there was only This man always stood by his side, using his not tall body to shield himself from the wind and rain.

Of course, Xie Qinhu naturally ignored the promise he had made to He Jiaan, and all he could think about was He Jiaan's good. When he saw that He Bofeng transferred the problem to He Jiaan's side, he didn't know where he got the courage to suddenly shout at He Jiaan Shouted: "Young Master He, come on."

Uh?

Everyone's eyes were originally focused on He Jia'an on the stage, but suddenly they turned their eyes when they heard someone yelling "Come on". When they saw that it was Xie Qinhu who was yelling "Come on", their faces suddenly showed a pair of knowing They looked at each other, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that the lady from the Xie family was not moved by the poem just now, and now it's up to Mr. He.

He Jiaan on the stage arched his hands towards Xie Qinhu, and when he straightened up, he didn't walk dozens of steps like He Bofeng, but read aloud: "Binggu is cold and thin, jade When a person first went to Mulan, he stood in a slanted spring posture with lazy makeup."

Uh?

Although this sentence is not as simple and straightforward as He Bofeng's, it carries another kind of elegant temperament. Although the big bosses in the audience could not understand all of them, they also vaguely felt that this poem should be more important than the one just now. a little better.

If He Bofeng, standing next to He Jiaan, knew what the people in the audience were thinking, he would probably be pissed off by them. Before he wrote this poem, he had already considered that the people in the audience were all rough, and I'm afraid it wouldn't be too profound. The poetic language, so the poems I write are relatively straightforward. If I know that they will judge that it is best not to understand, I will naturally change my style.

It's just that it's too late to regret it now, because He Jia'an has read all the remaining three sentences in one breath: "Yueluoxi is poor and clear, and Richangchun goes to draw the curtains, and the five lakes cover Xishi."

"Okay!" Different from the applause from He Bofeng just now, this time when He Jiaan finished reading, a person in the crowd suddenly stood up and applauded loudly.

Those who were going to applaud just now were startled by the person who stood up suddenly, their eyes were somewhat puzzled, and when the applause rang out again, they seemed a little weaker, it sounded louder than He Bofeng's applause. A little weaker.

Feeling that the applause was not as warm as before, Xie Qinhu couldn't help becoming anxious. While applauding loudly, he aimed his eyes at the people in his cottage. Everyone immediately understood that the second lady was asking for applause for herself. Well, you pass me, I pass you, the applause immediately became much more enthusiastic.

He Bofeng on the stage was already stunned by the applause from the audience. Although He Jiaan's poetic mood is very deep, he didn't feel that his poems were so bad, but the applause from the audience is obviously much warmer than before. , until my gaze noticed the place where the applause was the most intense, I suddenly realized that after a long time, those cottages that hadn’t appeared on the stage were clapping desperately for He Jia’an. What they cared about was not how well the poem was written, but If He Bofeng wins this match, wouldn't Xie Qinhu be a celebrity, so what else is there for him?

So no matter what, even if I didn't understand it at all, I wouldn't let He Bofeng win this match.

Seeing such a scene, He Bofeng couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face. It seemed that he had chosen the wrong method for the competition, which involved their interests. How could they be fair? From the very beginning, he was in this competition loser.

Thinking of this, He Bofeng cupped his hands at He Jia'an, and sighed softly: "Young Master He is a great talent, Mr. He has already learned the lesson, Mr. He has lost this round, please leave."

Chapter 1111

Chapter 1111

It seems that He Jiaan passed the two levels lightly, but in fact only he himself knows the hardships and difficulties involved. If he hadn't been the first to win the first level, who would have known that Chu Shibi would not be able to play a good song? Come on?

As for the second round, it was because the people in the audience didn't want to be preempted by He Bofeng, so they exaggerated their own advantages extremely.

Then in the next third hurdle, I really don't allow myself to have any carelessness. If I make a mistake, what I will lose is my lifelong freedom.

After resting for a while, He Jiaan stood on the high platform again, his eyes swept over the audience, and he cupped his fists and said with a smile: "playing chess, calligraphy and painting is something to cultivate sentiment, thinking too much in your mind is your own I'm just looking for trouble, everyone, why don't you be more happy, if you feel that you can take the stage to try, please come here immediately, if not, our martial arts competition to recruit relatives is coming to an end, I don't know which hero wants to come on stage ?”

"I'm coming." As soon as He Jiaan's words fell, someone in the crowd on the stage shouted loudly, then stood up, cupped his hands at He Jiaan from a distance, and said loudly: "I am listening to the sky in the ancient times, and I would like to learn Mr. He's brilliant tricks." .”

It seems that this person is only in his 30s, and he is dressed very plainly. He walked around the crowd and walked to the high platform from the side, and he clasped his fists and said: "Just now someone has learned Mr. He's attainments in qin and poetry. Gu knew he was invincible, so he changed his challenge method."

"Oh? Then, which one would Mr. Gu want to challenge?" He Jiaan asked with a smile.

"Chess." After Gu Tingtian finished speaking, he took off a pocket from his waist, opened it and said: "Gu has liked Go since he was a child, so he usually carries it with him, and plays two games in his spare time. But it will come in handy one day, Mr. He please."

It seems that this person is indeed a chess idiot, and he can actually carry Go with him. It seems that I really have to be careful this time, and don't capsize the boat in this small river ditch.

Since the first time they sent people to find Yaoqin, these servants have become much smarter. They even prepared all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones. They don’t know when they will come in handy. Bring it up.

After the chessboard was put away, the chess pieces fell down, He Jiaan randomly picked a box and put it in front of him, but what he saw after opening it were black pieces.

It's just that when He Jiaan's eyes fell on the sunspots, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He saw that the sunspots in the chess box were all black without a trace of variegation. It's not uncommon to make chess pieces, but in this day and age everything is made by hand. It's really not easy to find this kind of dark stone and polish it into this look.

Seeing He Jiaan's hands rubbing against the sunspot in his hand, Gu Tingtian on the opposite side also said very understandingly: "Don't worry, Mr. He, there are only 180 sunspots, but it took three years of polishing to make such a piece. It comes in a box, and the end is incomparably precious.”