The road of the farmer's fortune and the imperial examination

Chapter 288 Poems
"Yeah! It seems that we will lose face today. Fortunately, we didn't go up." A student next to him also regretted that since he dared to go up at such a young age, he must be good at learning. I didn't expect to meet him today. If he lost the three great talents, it can only be his bad luck.

Even if he came to take the provincial examination, he would be a stepping stone for others. Even if he passed the examination, his reputation would definitely not be good.It may have an impact on the exam, and the ranking in the palace exam in the future may be affected by this matter.

"His poems are here with me! After you finish writing, let's come and judge together!" Fu Ming also couldn't get used to these Jiangnan students being so arrogant.

good!Jiangnan is indeed a place where the literary style is at its peak, and there are countless talented people, firmly overtaking the north.In the final ranking of the scientific examination every year, candidates from Jiangnan can account for seven or eight out of ten, which shows that the North is indeed not as good as Jiangnan.Of course, this also fostered the rampant and lofty temperament of Jiangnan students.

Fang Huai's face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with coldness.It's time for these Jiangnan students to teach them a lesson. Do you really think that there is no one left in the Northland?Especially in the past ten years or so, they thought they were backed by high-ranking and powerful people in the court, so they became even more unscrupulous.

As Fang Huai thought about it, he thought of these students as the people in the court, and the resentment in his heart became heavier. Looking at the three great talents, he became more and more displeased, especially Huang Junheng.

"Then let's appreciate Brother Liu's masterpiece first!" Huang Junheng suggested, and then he walked towards Fu Ming.

Gu Chengyu and the others had no choice but to keep up, after all, he was also involved now, right?As soon as they moved, the crowd also moved. Some of them were students living in other inns, and they also came to join in the fun. The front of Qunying Building was already crowded.

Liu Haonan had seen so many people, and now it was hard to get off, so he had to bite the bullet and agree, and he felt a little dangerous to get No.1.

In fact, Huang Junheng was also very disturbed, he was not afraid of Liu Haonan.How much does Liu Haonan weigh? Would he not know?He has already found out the bottom line, Min Feng is the one he has to be careful of, he is determined to win the provincial examination, Jie Yuan, and he must not let his cousin down.

Compared to the inner tension of the two, Min Feng was very indifferent. He was born in a fisherman in the south of the Yangtze River, and his father often fished on the lake, which supported him in his studies.He was a late student, and only studied for seven years. He finished three years ago and got the first place in the exam. Although he was not a junior three yuan unfortunately, he was satisfied to be an endowed student and relieve some of the burden on his family.

Min Feng's thinking is the same as Huang Junheng's. Although Liu Haonan is one of the three great talents with them, his reputation has a lot of falsehoods, and he is the only one among them who was not born with him. Put their names together and compare them.

This poem is really difficult, and the format is limited. Min Feng is very confident in himself. Huang Junheng has some talent, but he doesn't care.

Gu Chengyu didn't need to look to know that the three talents in front of him didn't take him seriously.

"Is there anyone else who wants to write? If not, let's start." Shopkeeper Wan asked the crowded crowd, and seeing no one answered, he began to salute Fu Ming.

The first thing Fu Ming opened was Liu Haonan's poem, and he read it aloud, "Tread on the grassland in spring, watch the green lotus pond in summer, the autumn wind sends red leaves, and drink snow-white poems in winter."

As soon as he read it, the audience fell silent.

"This? Got it wrong?" A candidate said hesitantly. Although he didn't point it out clearly, he looked at Gu Chengyu, which clearly meant that the poem was written by Gu Chengyu.

Gu Chengyu also found it strange, it stands to reason that Jiangnan talents shouldn't be at this level!Although the four seasons of the year are written in this poem, the rhyme is also included, and the last sentence of the poem of drinking white snow in winter can be regarded as the finishing touch of the whole poem, but Gu Chengyu always feels that the front of the poem is a bit too plain, and the artistic conception is less .

What he said made Liu Haonan blush. Before he participated in the poetry meeting, he had to ponder at home for several days before writing it, and then he would shine in the poetry meeting. Some aspects are lacking.It's just that this student is really hateful, how dare a person who can't even write a sentence dare to doubt him?

"What? You think I'm old and dizzy? There is a signature on it." Fu Ming was questioned, of course he was not happy. Could he still help others cheat?He raised the paper in his hand, turned it over and slammed it towards the crowd twice.

Fu Ming stared at that student, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.He was close, and those two strokes were enough for him to see clearly that the signature on it was indeed Liu Haonan.

"Actually, I think it's okay? Regardless of the rhyme, the last sentence is also a classic. It's just an impromptu poem. It's not bad to have this, right? This is already amazing."

What this student said was fair. After all, none of them dared to go up there. It was only because Liu Haonan was one of the three great talents in the south of the Yangtze River that he was questioned. Therefore, everyone was more demanding on him. So many geniuses?When going to a poetry meeting, how many people will improvise poetry on the spot?Haven't you thought about it for a long time at home and made a lot of poems for backup?

"Now read the second poem. This is Huang Junheng's poem. Listen to it." Fu Heng glanced at everyone and saw that everyone had calmed down, so he continued.

"There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn, cicadas in summer and snow in winter. If you have nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world."

As soon as this poem was read, Liu Haonan's face turned pale. Didn't it mean that Huang Junheng's talent and learning were comparable to him?how can that be possible?Could it be that Huang Junheng made this poem at home?Um!It is also very possible that Huang Junheng probably knew the problem from his cousin.

Liu Haonan began to think wildly in his mind, while Huang Junheng looked calm and calm. In fact, he was very proud of himself. How could Liu Haonan compare with him?
"Wow! This poem is well written!" Someone admired it, thinking that it was worthy of being a talented person in the south of the Yangtze River.

Everyone was discussing, and Liu Haonan's face became even more difficult to look at.

Min Feng looked at Huang Junheng with some surprise, as if he didn't expect Huang Junheng to have such talent.Gu Chengyu was looking at the expressions of several people, while commenting in his heart, this poem is considered to be well done, corresponding to the season, especially the expression of emotion in the last two sentences.

Fu Hengyou took out another piece of paper, "Signed by Min Feng!"

"The breeze blows on the south bank of the Green River, and the swallows rush to peck the spring mud. The rain curtains are cracked, and the summer lotus fields are swaying in the wind. The countryside sings the song of harvest, and the autumn leaves are paved with golden roads. The winter snow in the twelfth lunar month is wrapped in silver, and the firecrackers Farewell to the old year in a voice."

As soon as this poem came out, the crowd immediately burst into applause.

"I'll just say it! Brother Min's poems have always made us ashamed, you see! This must be the number one today."

(End of this chapter)