My wife is weirder than the last

Du Ruhan continued to write.

This night is not good in this life, where to look next year for the bright moon.

The poem is completed, and the literary spirit is soaring.

Du Ruhan stood with his hands folded, a few strands of long beard fluttering in the moonlight, all the scholars present focused their eyes on him in amazement.

No one underestimates the body of the seven-foot commoner.

The heart of literary talent is refined in the world.

There is aura between heaven and earth, and aura can embody literary energy, or the resonance brought about by literary energy can change the color of the world.

Yu Gan was amazed when he saw this handsome picture of soaring literary spirit.

Before, he had heard that when a scholar reads and writes, it will cause a strange phenomenon in the world. This is the first time he has seen it tonight, and it is not an exaggeration.

Really cool.

He obviously doesn't have the slightest cultivation base, but he looks like a big boss.

Du Ruhan gently put down the brush in his hand, shook his long sleeves, and bowed deeply to the crowd, "Du Ruhan, a meager scholar in Nanyang, throws bricks to attract jade."

Self-effacing, but also has absolute pride.

There should also be such pride.

Poetry has been in decline for many years, and now Du Ruhan is a quatrain when he makes a move.This makes other readers around me not surprised.

Chapter 376-378 How about we be called sisters in the future?

Chapter 379-380

As soon as Du Ruhan left, those students, including the envoys, surrounded him, but they didn't dare to move forward too much, because the domineering style on the rice paper hadn't dissipated yet.

Scholars with insufficient levels will be hurt if they step forward rashly.

They just watched from a little distance away, chanting words, their expressions changing in various colors, some were amazed, some were shocked, and the biggest one was admiration.

Although there is no first in writing, but when you reach the realm of seeing all mountains and small ones, the young people who are lower than you will absolutely worship you.

Yu Gan took advantage of the time when these people were flattering around the poems, he quietly moved behind Zhang Sitong, and said in a low voice, "Dr. Zhang, you should be fine."

Zhang Sitong, who was in deep thought, heard Yu Gan's voice, he woke up with a start, looked at the little friend beside him, shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.

"This old man is not as good as Du Ruhan."

Yu Gan looked at Zhang Sitong in disbelief, "Dr. Zhang, is this poem really that good?"

"In recent years, there have been no such quatrains during the Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhang Sitong said with emotion, "This old man has been poor all his life, and he has a lot of ink in his stomach, but his poems are indeed not as good as Du Ruhan's. Let me bow down."

Yu Gan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Dr. Zhang, if you admit defeat, it's not just your own problem.

These envoys only saw the people of King Nanyang show off the limelight, how will His Majesty deal with himself then?How can the reputation of our Imperial College be maintained? "

Zhang Sitong sighed, "But after all, Nanyang is still the territory of our Daqi. If it spreads out, it won't be regarded as a loss to Daqi. As for the Guozijian, it is common for the winners and losers of literary competitions.

But even so, you are right, my friend.The old man can see it, but the people of Daqi can't see it. "

"That's right." Yu Gan nodded with a smile, "Dr. Zhang, so did others prepare poems? You have so many old friends, so it should be fine.

How can Huanghuang Taian be defeated by a mere literati from the land of Nanyang?"

Zhang Sitong shook his head, "I'm afraid it's going to be difficult." Then, he looked straight at Yu Gan and said, "I've personally seen my little friend's talent in poetry.

The old man invited you to the poetry meeting before, are you ready for these days? "

Yu Gan looked at the other party in disbelief, "So Dr. Zhang, you have been planning to let me write poems from the beginning?"

"That's true." Zhang Sitong smiled softly, "I always thought that Xiaoyou's poems were unparalleled in the world and quite spiritual. So tonight I believed in you, Xiaoyou."

Yu Gan really didn't expect Zhang Sitong to let him attend the literary conference with such a mind.Before, he simply thought that he just had a good relationship with the old man, and it happened that he knew a line or two of poetry.

As a result, the other party directly came up and said that the treasure is on you, isn't this a joke.

As we all know, Wen Chaogong is also under pressure. A reckless man may be exposed after questioning and communicating with a little essence in his mind. The risk is very high.

But it's useless to refuse to estimate, because even if Zhang Sitong didn't say it, Li Xun would probably say it.

And Yu Gan actually knew that he couldn't get around this matter, because Li Xun must have called him here for this.Who made his poem famous.

It's just that I didn't expect Zhang Sitong to say it first, so that's fine.He came to look for Zhang Sitong actually with this idea in mind, taking advantage of this incident to tie up some benefits.

Yu Gan turned his head and said in a low voice.

"Dr. Zhang, I can promise you, but I have to wait for others to see, if they can't figure it out, how about me?"

"Very good." Zhang Sitong smiled.

"What's more, what will I do later, Dr. Zhang, you just need to cooperate. I want to become a real good friend with our Guozijian." Yu Qian laughed again.

Zhang Sitong was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Yu Gan's strange words meant, but out of absolute trust in Yu Gan, he just nodded.

"The old man should fully cooperate."

Yu Gan was chatting in a low voice on this side, while on the other side, the initial intense discussion of those literati gradually cooled down.

It's all hesitation now.

After all, it was written by Du Ruhan from Nanyang, and the purpose of their coming here is to keep saying that they want to compete with Nanyang literati.

As a result, a literati came to Nanyang alone, and then he wrote a poem.

Then, they were ashamed to find that no one could stand up now.When people come up, they just throw out a quatrain, how can people pick it up?

If you can't win, it will be ridiculous.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and the air became quiet again for a while.

Those envoys naturally also discovered such a scene. In fact, many of them also prepared poems to smash the scene, but now because of Du Ruhan's poem, most of them also put out their thoughts.

But after thinking about it, Du Ruhan's writing is essentially the same as their own writing.

Naturally, these envoys knew about the nasty things of King Nanyang and Daqi.So from this point of view, this Du Ruhan is one of his own.

Du Ruhan embarrassing the emperor is tantamount to embarrassing the emperor.

Those who can be envoys are all human beings, and they figured it out in a few moments, and then started to fight.

"Your Majesty, I heard that Nanyang King vigorously promoted private schools in the fief, and now it seems that it is really effective. The literati in a mere state can write poems to this extent.

Presumably Tai'an's strength is even stronger. "

"Earlier, the foreign ministers heard that the Daqi literary world looked at Nanyang, but the foreign ministers didn't believe it. Your Majesty is the Lord of Britain, and Tai'an is full of educated people. He should have a better performance."

Yu Gan happily looked at these eccentric envoys, and then glanced around to see who would come out later.

But at this moment, Li Xun said lightly, "Where is Yu Gan?"

Yu Gan was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses, bowed and said, "The minister is here."

Li Xun continued, "Go up and write a poem, and write about this Mid-Autumn Festival for me."

"The minister takes orders." Although Yu Gan felt a little abrupt, he still complied.He didn't expect to play himself so soon.

Originally, I wanted to wait for others to make a move, and I would not make a move if I could not.Now they are directly named.

There is no other way, we can only show our cards, and I, Yu, is a master of poetry.

"Yu Gan, a meager scholar in Tai'an, was fortunate to have received rough guidance from Dr. Zhang of the Imperial College. You are just a student of the Imperial College, so be presumptuous." Yu Gan clasped his fists at the crowd, and then walked steadily to the edge of the desk.

When everyone heard Yu Gan's introduction, those who knew and didn't know were silent.

You wear the clothes of Dali Temple and say that you are a student of Guozijian?

Tai'an City can now work across departments?This is not a joke?What is the background of this young man?

After Yu Gan walked to the long table, he took another piece of rice paper and spread it out on the table, with meticulous and rigorous movements, then picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

Yu Gan didn't panic about writing. He had already practiced good handwriting when he was studying hard in the cold window.

Yu Gan picked up his pen and began to search for poems about Mid-Autumn Festival in his mind.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yu Gan at this moment is concentrating on gathering energy, preparing to write like a god.But in fact, he was just thinking about which song to copy.

In the end, after racking his brains, Yu Gan realized that he could only write a complete Mid-autumn poem.

He wanted to write a toast to invite the bright moon, but when he thought about it, it wasn't high-end, it wasn't a quatrain, and it didn't fit his current state of mind.

In fact, Yu Gan still wanted to write that poem "Chunjianghuayueye", which is said to be a famous poem through the ages that can overwhelm the entire Tang Dynasty.

After excluding these two songs, he only has Dongpo Layman's Water Tune song head.

This poem is known as the first word for the Mid-Autumn Festival in the ages, but any poem that mentions the Mid-Autumn Festival will never get around this mountain.

To put it bluntly, if this poem is written, Yu Gan's status as a literary master may be achieved directly, and one poem is enough to make him a godhead.

The only regret is that it lacks some novelty. This poem has been copied so badly by those time travelers.

But there is no way, who let me only know this one, the moves are not old, as long as they are easy to use.

Thank you for the nine-year compulsory education, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to memorize this poem.

Yu Gan was full of gratitude in his heart, and then wrote slowly.

【Water Tune Getou·When Will the Moon Come?】

As soon as the title of the poem was written, the literati onlookers began to discuss in low voices.

"Is this a word card?"

"It looks like it is, but I have never heard of this word card."

"So it's self-made?"

"It's possible."

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but today's young people are so ambitious."

"Let's see."

Yu Gan continued to write.

When will the bright moon come, ask the wine to the sky.

As soon as the first sentence was written, the rice paper rustled, and gusts of breeze also vented from the paper, and the green air radiated from the lines, which was beautiful and magnificent.

Yu Gan was stunned for a moment. He had never tried to write articles and poems on paper before. He didn't expect that Wen Chaogong could also quote literary spirit?

Isn't this bullshit.

Those literati who thought highly of themselves and didn't come to watch were all stunned when they saw this scene.This is how dare to put pen to paper to cause such a big commotion?

They didn't care about the reserved status card and the like, they all walked over and looked at the poem on the rice paper.

When seeing the five words Asking the Wine to Qingtian, it can be said that the whole person is numb immediately, the kind that is numb from the beginning to the end.

It starts with a question, asking about the bright moon, asking about the blue sky, which immediately draws people's thoughts to the vast fairyland, which is dreamlike and full of domineering, which makes people's scalp numb.

The opening king exploded.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and concentrated their attention, looking forward to the next poem with great anticipation.

Yu Gan continued to write.

I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.

At this time, the green air gushing out from the rice paper went straight to the sky, as if he was going to the fairy palace in the sky to seek the answer for Yu Gan.

All eyes followed the green energy, as if to see if there really was an immortal palace beyond the dark sky.

Yu Gan continued to write.

I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

The green air widened another zhang, mixed with wisps of purple air, surrounded by blue and purple, wrapping the rest of the body, and the clothes flew together with the hair.

This sensational scene not only shocked the literati on the flower boat, but also all the dignitaries on the flower boat around looked at this side.

Seeing the blue and purple air rising into the sky, he was dazed, and the discussion was even louder.

"Does it seem like another ancient quatrain has appeared in this world?"

"What's the meaning of this statement? What is the meaning of the ancient quatrains?"