I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 315
Someone wrote a poem and won applause, which naturally attracted other talents to follow suit.

At present, there is a bustling scene on the pavilion of Guanlan Terrace.

On the long table covered with white paper, there were quite a few people scribbling ink on it at the moment, and at the same time, the sound of reciting was heard continuously, and many people even paid tribute to Wen Zhifu with a bit of flattery.

Some people even couldn't squeeze in, so they simply took the Four Treasures of the Study handed over by the servants, and immediately spread them on the banquet table.

It seems that everyone seems to be full of energy at this time, and wants to show their face at this kind of literary meeting.

Shu Fang next to Song Mu was also eager to give it a try at the moment, but seeing Song Mu twisting a piece of snack and sipping it bit by bit, his expression was extremely focused, which caught him by surprise.

"Brother Song, don't tell me you're not interested in participating in today's poetry fair?"

Shu Fang asked Song Mu, and Song Mu glanced at him, then at the lively scene in front of him, and just shook his head slightly.

"Next... I have to wait for a while."

Only then did Shu Fang realize that it was Song Mu who hadn't decided what poems to write.

Shu Fang's complexion changed slightly, but at the moment, he just smiled and cupped his hands and said.

"Then I'll show my ugliness first, and then I'll see Brother Song's literary talents."

Song Mu didn't speak, and the other people at the same table looked at Song Mu with a slight change of color at the moment, and felt that Song Mu looked a little ordinary like this.

Although the current attic is not full of people, it is still full of voices.

The golden gong on the railing outside the attic has already been struck several times, and the sound of reciting poems can be heard continuously, and the poems one after another are also being displayed at this moment.

It's only the end of the afternoon, and this essay meeting has already produced a lot of poems.

Under the Guanlan Terrace, many people rushed to hear the news, and they were also gathering in the square at the moment, looking up at the pavilion, and there were many talented people in the building.

They all looked up at this moment, especially when they heard that talented poem was made, the talented poet came to the railing, bowed his hands towards the crowd, and saw that the poem was written on the huge red cloth, full of literary talent, literati The demeanor is full of admiration.

And those merchants also seized this opportunity and yelled hard in the midst of it, especially some merchants, after taking over the plaques with the talented poems, they walked away among the crowd, selling their own products hard.

Many people also looked sideways, and the business was prosperous for a while.

Under the stage, Dai Mingde had already occupied a good seat, and several classmates and friends also came to the front after receiving the news, and they were sitting around each other at the moment, all looking towards the upstairs above.

"Brother Dai, you told us a few days ago that there is something wonderful about this article, but you don't know what it is?"

A short and fat young man waved his fan and asked Deming, and several other people also cast the same gaze.

However, Dai Mingde showed a mysterious smile. He raised his brows and looked at the attic at the moment, with a suppressed excitement in his eyes.

"I'm not going to talk about this matter yet, you just have to watch it when the time comes."

As Dai Mingde said this, the boy immediately put away his fan, but stepped forward two steps, and said with a wry smile.

"Mingde, you are not like this usually, why are you still playing tricks with us brothers today?"

"Yeah, it's possible that your family has spent a lot of money on this essay meeting this year, preparing to gain talent in top-level poetry and articles. Let us see how prestigious your old parents are."

A kid next to him who is also a wealthy businessman smiled, but Dai Mingde laughed twice and said speciously.

"It's almost the same, just wait and see, anyway, when this article is over, you will definitely feel that this trip is worthwhile."

Dai Mingde almost suppressed the itching feeling and said, his eyes were also looking at the attic at the moment, as if he wanted to see Song Mu's figure through the buildings.

Dai Mingde was watching from below, while Song Mu met Dai Mingliang upstairs.

"Song...Young Master, I didn't expect you to be..."

While many talented people in the audience were obsessed with writing poems, Dai Mingliang had already sat next to Song Mu, bowing his hands towards Song Mu with a bit of astonishment on his face.

That was a few days ago, when Dai Mingliang and Dai Mingde were talking about Song Mu's recent situation, Dai Mingliang accidentally slipped his tongue, and Dai Mingliang knew that the Song Mu he met on the official road that day turned out to be from Jiangnan West Road That Xie Yuan Song Mu!

I think back then I still talked with each other, and said that I would go to Chang'an to join in the show.

At this moment, the rightful lord was sitting in front of him, and Dai Mingliang was somewhat excited in his heart. Dai Mingliang even wanted to blurt out and ask the other party to name his son.

A talented Xie Yuan named his son, which is more literary than what he and his father thought.

But when the words came to his lips, Dai Mingliang didn't say that, he just said with a smile.

"If I could have known about your Excellency sooner... I would have invested some more money in the Wenhui. Now, maybe it's not too late."

"Brother Dai is flattering. There are so many learned and talented people this time, and I may be a bit of a classmate."

"Brother Song's words are wrong. If it were someone else, I would still not believe it, but Brother Song is different."

Song Mu and Dai Mingde talked so politely, but the people at the next table who heard the words were confused.

Dai Dong's family in Lin'an Bufang actually felt that this young man from Jiangnan and West was attracting attention?

But thinking about it, it did make some sense, after all, the other party was young enough to become a juror, and he was the nephew of Lord Shen, so maybe he really had some skills.

Several people were a little uncertain, but at this moment, there was a sudden burst of cheers in that scene, and the next moment they saw a wave of literary energy rippling in front of the desk, infiltrating everyone.

"Five buckets of talent, good poetry!"

A talented man beside the desk immediately exclaimed, only to see a talented man who had just put down his pen and ink standing next to the writing desk, his eyes were also full of joy at this moment, and he bowed his hands to the surroundings.

"It's Lu Guanglin, he's the second best in the provincial examination this year."

"That's no wonder, he's talented and talented. I'll scratch my head and scratch my ears when I write a three-dou poem. He's really talented."

Many people around started to talk about it, and Song Mu could hear it clearly at the moment, and now he also paid attention to the poems written by the other party. A seven-character verse poem describes the grand winter scene in Lin'an. "It is quite interesting to connect the winter scene with the spring scene. It is no wonder that this poem can achieve such accomplishments.

At that moment, Lu Guanglin also smiled and cupped his hands towards the surroundings, and then he was surrounded by several people and looked at the railing, and the golden gong was sounded again.

The content of the poem was immediately publicized, and when the people downstairs knew that the poem was so talented, they all exclaimed at this moment, bursting into bursts of voices.

Even the businessmen who were waiting for the poems took over the plaques of poems with a smile on their faces, and ran towards the crowd holding them high.

Song Mu couldn't help but nodded at the moment. Sure enough, talented scholars in the south of the Yangtze River are flourishing, but only an hour or two before such poems appeared, and Dai Mingliang looked at the thoughtful Song Mu, a little eager to try, but Song Mu didn't leave .

Instead, someone in the field suddenly got up, and someone next to him said immediately.

"It's Zhang Xingyang, and he's about to write a poem."

"Hey, but Zhang Xingyang who wrote the vision of flying flowers in the rural examination back then? He was Xie Yuan from the last provincial examination. I heard that in order to get good results in the general examination, he has been preparing for six years. He has just returned from visiting a famous teacher these days. Once he makes a move, he must be amazing and talented, right?"

"This trip is worthwhile, let's wait and see."

Song Mu heard people talking like this, so he looked up at this moment, and saw that Mr. Pianli, who was surrounded by several people talking about it before, had got up, and walked towards the desk with his head upright.

At this moment, Lu Guanglin also noticed the changes in the field, and immediately turned around, with a somewhat unsteady gleam in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)