Ning Jiang took his sister around, and the lights and wine were bright and lively.

Suddenly, someone outside sang a promise: "Old Bao in Qianchen County, Lord Song in Baimao County, Lord Cao in Gaosuo County is here!"

Everyone stood up to greet him, and saw an old man leading the way in. The old man was Bao Lao from Qian Chen County. Although he had retired and was at home, he had passed the Jinshi and entered the Hanlin area. Although he had no official position now, in the Great Zhou Dynasty, his fame and reputation were higher than anything else. Even when Magistrate Qian Chen saw him, he could only stand and speak without daring to be negligent.

Following behind Lao Bao were Song Songping, the magistrate of Baimao County, and Cao Jingding, the magistrate of Gaosuo County.

One of these three people is a Jinshi and the two are Juren. Although they did not deliberately exude their literary spirit, they were no longer angry and powerful. At the moment when they appeared, everyone was no longer afraid to speak and stood up one by one.

Although they were parents and officials of the county town, Song Songping and Cao Jie deliberately slowed down, which showed their respect for the elder Bao, who was higher than their fame, and the elder Bao was naturally ahead. This is not just the custom of this place. Even in the capital, several high-ranking officials often gathered according to their fame and fortune. If they had low fame and fortune, even if they had high official positions, they could only sit down and get off.

Binyi, who presided over the poetry meeting, welcomed the three of them to the high hall with a red carpet in front of them, and then, Mr. Bao spoke in public, just to encourage everyone. Then, Binyi, who presided over the poetry meeting, announced that all poems can be handed over to the high platform, and each person can only hand over one poem. The three adults asked to evaluate it and divide them into A, B, C, and D. Finally, the three adults will select the best works of tonight's poetry meeting, and the two adults will give red satin, brush and ink on behalf of the government.

Basically, this is the norm for every year's poetry meetings. Even if you don't say it, everyone knows it clearly. The rewards from the government are not valuable things, and of course, we are not here for this.

There are two most important things in this world, one is fame and one is talent.

Needless to say, fame is not a question for ten years, and no one can ask about it. Talent and fame are also a road to advancement. I don’t know how many talented men who cannot make fame are hired by high-ranking officials and nobles through the fame brought to him by poetry and essays. And outside the threshold of those high-ranking officials with outstanding status, there are talented men who want to present their poems and calligraphy every day in order to gain favor.

Being able to win the first place in such a poetry fair is undoubtedly the best opportunity to increase your talent.

Mr. Bao set a question in public, but the question itself is more prosecuted, and only requires the first two sentences to describe the scenery in spring, and then extend it with the scenery and scenery.

It was originally just a fun and not a school or a scientific exam, so naturally I would not set too harsh questions.

On the other side, under the corner of the wall, Lu Xifu, Jie Zhengwen, Sheng Jiayi and others looked at Ningjiang in the distance and whispered. At this moment, a voice sounded beside them: "My sister Fu, what are you doing?"

When they looked back, it was Lu Zhiyuan who had arrived.

Lu Xifuxi said: "Brother, Ning Jiang is there, please think of a way to humiliate him."

Lu Zhiyuan asked about the details and found out that the boy named Ning, who refused his sister's marriage, also came to attend the poetry meeting. He couldn't help but feel annoyed. He always took his sister very seriously, and even thought that if his sister was a man, it would not be impossible to take the exam for fame like him.

Originally, he thought that Ning Jiang was not worthy of his sister at all, but because Ning was indeed a big landlord in Gaosuo County, he reluctantly agreed to ask his parents to propose marriage. Unexpectedly, the boy named Ning was shameless. He sneered: "What's the problem with making him look ugly in public? You just need to help me shout at me." He took the pen and ink on the table next to him, thought quickly, and then he finished writing.

At the same time, in the distance, Ning Jiang held a notebook and explained to his sister the program tonight: "The fireworks just now were just small spots before the meal. Generally speaking, this poetry party will last for two hours. First, half an hour later, there will be dragon dance lanterns, followed by Miss Qin Hongyun from the Xiyue Tower, Miss Xiangxu from the Huahao Tower, and Miss Lier from the Liyuan Garden will perform on stage respectively. At that time, it will be the real beginning, and then it will become more and more lively..." He knew that his sister had not gone out for a long time and was rarely a part of the fun, so of course she had to have fun, so she said the subsequent program first.

Unlike ordinary people's perception, in this world, serious girls are called "girls", and maids and servants are also called "girls" to their master's daughters. If the girl is still young, her servants will sometimes call her "sister" or "girls". However, if a girl is fourteen years old, she usually will not call her like this again.

"Miss" is actually used to refer to women in a fairyland... that is, girls in brothels. The word itself has no derogatory meaning, but everyone is used to calling it this way.

It is normal for a romantic and talented man to invite a few famous brothel girls to perform in poetry gatherings like this. And at that time, it is often the most lively time.

Xiao Meng said excitedly: "Brother, that is to say, it will be more and more lively in the future?"

Ning Jiang smiled and said, "This is of course..."

At this moment, a young man stepped onto the stage and bowed to Mr. Bao and the two magistrates on the stage: "I know a poem for you, please give me advice from the three adults."

As Ning Jiang said, it has just begun, and the topic has only been decided by itself. Generally speaking, everyone is playing and conceiving at this time. It will take at least half an hour before someone will hand in the poem. After all, this is not a drink order at the banquet that requires urgent needs. There is time to think about it slowly. Even if you have already got inspiration, you can slowly think about it after it is done. There is no need to be so urgent.

For a moment, everyone looked at the young man, and soon someone recognized him as Lu Zhiyuan, a famous talented man from Gaosuo County.

"It turns out to be Nephew Lu," Mr. Bao smiled, "Nephew Lu is indeed quick-witted."

Lu Zhiyuan was originally a person with fame and fortune, and was also believed to be expected to pass the Examination in the provincial capital this fall. For such talented men who are promising to be a scholar, local gentry will make friends in advance. If their family is not well off, they will also provide generous support. In addition, "scholars" originally formed their own circle, so Bao Lao naturally recognized Lu Zhiyuan long ago.

It goes without saying that Cao Jieding was originally the magistrate of Gao Suo, and Song Songping had heard of Lu Zhiyuan for a long time. At this moment, the two of them also paid their respects together.

Although they were also a little confused, no matter what, Lu Zhiyuan jumped out too early. With Lu Zhiyuan's talent and learning, it should be hopeful to win the championship in this poetry fair, and there is no need to be so anxious.

Lu Zhiyuan presented the poem and letter to him: "Please give advice from Mr. Bao and the two adults."

Mr. Bao took the poem and chanted slowly: "The spring breeze blows the water waves, the shadow of the toad rabbit falls into the Qianchao River. The puppet sucks the sword and plays with the moon shadow, the willows blow long eyebrows and dance in the spring color. The smoke is vast under the white copper dike, and the fine stamens at the end of the forest are jagged. Peach leaves are seen under the green mulberry branches. Looking back at the green clouds, the heartbreaking is broken." He couldn't help but praise: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

Song Songping and Cao Jieding also nodded one after another. This poem has scenery and emotion, and is indeed a rare masterpiece. There is no problem in being listed as a Class A. What’s even more rare is that from the time of determining the title to this moment, it was only a short time. The road is far away and it can be said that it can be said to be a seven-step poem. Even in Linjiang County, few people can compare with this kind of talent.

Others looked at each other, and Lu Zhiyuan had such a high standard as soon as they came up. It seems that it is a bit difficult to win the title of this poetry fair, because it can be imagined that next, everyone will use Lu Zhiyuan's poem as the standard and carefully crafted it. Of course, this is also one of the shortcomings of writing poetry too early. If the poem is not well written, it will be ridiculed by people. If it is well written, it will suddenly become the target of everyone.

Bao Lao praised: "A is no different!" He wrote the word "A" on the upper corner of the poem, and then handed it over to the two magistrates around him.

Song Songping said: "There are spring and scenery, and the parallelism is neat! Jia!" He also wrote the character Jia on the paste and moved it to Cao Jie.

Cao Jieding said, "A!" and followed closely, and wrote the character "A".

All three judges were rated as "A". Lu Zhiyuan's poem undoubtedly entered the A-level directly, and the others naturally had nothing to say.

Lu Zhiyuan bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bao and the two adults for their kindness!" He turned around and stepped down, suddenly smiled and walked towards a young man below the stage: "Isn't this Ning Jiangning's virtuous brother? I heard that Ning Xianming had a very talented person for a long time, and he can almost be called the number one talented man in Linjiang County. Unfortunately, my brother is always hard to come out at home. Brother Yu has never asked for advice. I didn't expect that my brother would come to participate in this Lantern Festival poetry meeting."

Looking at the way towards him with a smile on everyone's eyes, the young man was stunned at first, but then he thought something was wrong... It seems that this guy has made up his mind to make him look ugly from the beginning!!!

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