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"Ma Chao? Ma Fugui's son?" Yan Chenghai exclaimed.

"I never thought that a businessman's son who was full of copper odor could be so talented!"

"Master Yan, this is a great blessing!"

The two heads of the hospital started complimenting each other with their words.

Yan Chenghai waved his hand and said with a smile: "Today's Lantern Festival event, please feel free to do whatever you want."

"More elegance and less official customs. Today's Wangyue Tower only has talented people and beauties, and there is no Qingzhou governor."

After saying this, everyone laughed.

"What Chenghai said is true, I agree!"

The elder known as Mr. Li echoed, then raised his glass, "Everyone, let's have a drink together."

"Next, let's just talk about Fengya Song, not state affairs!"

The guests at the table nodded in agreement.

"Ziming, go make the announcement!" An Wenyuan squeaked.

Lin Ziming nodded and left the private room to the second floor platform.

The eyes of the entire Wangyue Tower gathered together, and everyone was waiting with excitement for Lin Ziming, the number one talent in Qingzhou, to announce the winner of the first question.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. To judge the winner of couplets requires not only the talents and learning of the great Confucian scholars, but also the need to convince the public.

Lin Ziming said loudly: "The first title of the Lantern Festival Wenhui, the first couplet of the first couplet contains the orioles, swallows, swallows, emeralds and reds, which are harmonious and harmonious everywhere."

"Using the spring phenology and vibrant colors, we can tell the peace and prosperity of our country."

"The talented scholars here have different opinions on the second couplet. The three heads of the academy have approved it with Lord Yan and decided that this second couplet should be the first. Please listen carefully!"

"Rain, rain, wind, flowers, flowers, leaves and leaves, every year, every year, every year!"

As soon as the second couplet came out, everyone in the building was shocked.

The talented scholar in Qingzhou chanted the poem and listened carefully to its meaning.

Ma Chao's expression surged with excitement, "Uncle, this is amazing! How did you think of it?"

"Shh, be gentle. Aren't you afraid of people knowing that you didn't write this second line?"

Yang Xuanchen knocked for a while and continued: "It's just a couplet. Besides, this couplet is not difficult. If I make a couplet, I guarantee that the court in the private room will not be able to match it!"

The second half of his sentence was heard by others without deliberately lowering his voice.

When the talented man at the next table heard the sound, he immediately became literate and said, "Jian Jia leans on her jade ears, and she dares to speak nonsense even though she is so coy! Humph!"

Ma Chao stood up immediately after hearing this, "You poor scholar, you dare to scold my uncle! I'm looking for a beating!"

Yang Xuanchen gave him a tug and said with a smile: "Don't be rude, Ma. Just let him talk if he likes. Anyway, you have become the leader of the couplets."

"This kind of nagging and ignoring what he does is a waste of your own feelings."

Two sentences made that poor person extremely angry.

Just as he was about to retort, Lin Ziming walked towards Yang Xuanchen's table from the second floor platform.

"Brother Ma, we meet again. The second couplet written by Xiongtai is very good. I wonder if you can explain it to you?"

Lin Ziming came to test Ma Chao. Yang Xuanchen smiled slightly and gave Ma Chao a reassuring look.

Ma Chao nodded and bowed in greeting, "My academic skills are still shallow. It's just a fluke. It's not worth showing off."

"Brother Ma is too modest. With such talent, how can he be willing to remain unknown?"

Lin Ziming paused and continued: "As the saying goes, there is no first in Taoism and no second in martial arts. If you can't convince the crowd with one step, wouldn't the name of the leader become a prestige?"

Ma Chao turned to look at Yang Xuanchen, and he didn't know how to answer. After all, Te Niang's line was not his right.

I haven't memorized the meaning of the second line just mentioned by my uncle, so what should I do?

Now Yang Xuanchen's table has become the focus of Wangyue Tower, with countless pairs of eyes staring at it.

Suddenly, Ma Chao became an ant on the hot pot.

"Just now my nephew said to the second couplet that if Dayan is to be so prosperous, it will be prosperous day after day, year after year, day after day, morning and evening, everywhere."

"The wind, rain, rain, flowers, leaves, and leaves naturally represent the changing of the four seasons, which is a metaphor for my eternal life!"

Yang Xuanchen's sonorous and powerful words immediately won the applause of all the talented people in the hall.

Lin Ziming looked sideways and nodded, "This brother doesn't know Gao's name, but what he just said seemed to say that you also have a couple?"

Ok?

Yang Xuanchen's eyes flashed. Could this guy be here to cause trouble?

Grandma’s bear has been explained to you, so why are you still chasing her?

Glancing at Lin Ziming's malicious eyes, he knew in his heart that this Diaomao must have thought that he was a businessman with no ink in his stomach.

After all, the son of a merchant took the lead in the first question. The Qingzhou literati had nowhere to put their face and wanted to get some back from themselves.

"Forget it, waiter! I'll take care of you with pen and ink!"

After a while, there were seven more words on the paper.

Lin Ziming laughed repeatedly when they first met, and the crowd onlookers also laughed constantly.

"Take it! If anyone matches the second couplet, Ma's Trading Company will reward you with a thousand taels of silver!"

With Yang Xuanchen's red reward, the atmosphere in the hall was pushed to a small climax.

Lin Ziming first returned to Tianzi No. 1 private room, and then returned to the platform on the second floor after a while.

Three more gongs sounded, "Gentlemen, Ma's Trading Company has come up with an upper couplet. If anyone matches the lower couplet, I will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver!"

This is great, the whole Wangyue Tower is boiling.

As long as you match the second line, you can get rich instantly. Such an opportunity is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Literati, scholars, beauties, everyone is gearing up, even the children of aristocratic families in the private rooms are waiting for the opportunity.

"Brother Ziming, please bring the first couplet report quickly!"

"That's right, brother Ziming, hurry up!"

"My pen and ink are already thirsty, so I'll report it as soon as possible."

Lin Ziming spread out the note and said loudly: "Lonely and cold, a widow with an empty window!"

At this time, the heads of the three hospitals in Tianzi No. 1 private room were frowning, and even Yan Chenghai and Mr. Li were thinking hard.

The literal meaning of "loneliness, cold window, empty window, and widowhood" is very simple, but the difficulty lies in this word.

If the artistic conception matches, the word will not match.

If the words match up, the artistic conception is a little different.

In the private room, there are number one scholars, candidates, and even great Confucians like the head of the Third Academy.

When it comes to literary talent, this person must be the best among them all, but the time for a stick of incense has long passed, and no one can match it.

The second and third sticks of incense were lit, and even the fifth stick of incense was lit, and no one in Wangyue Tower could tell.

Wu Zuopei, Wen Jingxing, Lin Ziming, and Liang Wenjin, the four great talents in Qingzhou, are surrounded by scrap manuscripts.

"Give up, I can't stand it!" Shi Qian, the head of Fengming Academy, was the first scholar in the private room to give up.

"Doctor Shi is not good at couplets, so why not think about the second question." Yan Chenghai gave him a step forward.

At this time, Yang Xuanchen was leisurely drinking wine and eating vegetables with Erjiao.

"Brother Ma, let's eat some food. The chef at Wangyue Tower is really good. This mandarin fish is delicious."

"Hey, dear brother, why don't you look at what's going on now and still worry about eating?" Ma Fugui was anxious.

"If someone comes out to post a couplet, it will be worth ten thousand taels of silver. If you don't feel sorry for me, I still feel sorry for you."

Yang Xuanchen laughed, "Don't worry, no one can be right!"

"However, if someone can match up, these ten thousand taels of silver will be well spent!"

"Brother, do you know what is the most precious thing in this era?"

Ma Fugui still has money in his mind, so he can't care about what is precious or not.

"What is the most precious thing?" Zhou Miaomiao asked doubtfully.

"Talent!"

Then Yang Xuanchen smiled and said: "I hope someone can come up to me, otherwise it will feel like I came to this literary conference in vain."