My whole family has crossed with Goldfinger

The atmosphere in the box reached its peak due to Fang Congyun's words and was boiling to the extreme.

No other reason, just because Fang Congyun took the initiative to ask the judges responsible for judging to raise the questions, so they were free to do so.

How much confidence does it take to say something like this?

Everyone was gearing up, feeling jealous, excited and appreciative. In short, the emotions were very complicated.

Among them was No. 3 and No. 4 of this provincial examination. They were both a little dissatisfied with Fang Congyun and Wen Xingyuan for winning first and second place.

Don't think it's just a difference between one or two people. Sometimes, it's just a difference between one or two people, but it's completely different, such as reputation.

Both of them have passed the third and fourth places in the exam, and their knowledge is certainly not bad, so how can they not want to go further.

Now you can take a good look at the knowledge of the first two people. It may not be bad to use their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, and the two of them also intend to make these two people look bad. After careful discussion, they will have an idea.

No. 3 You Yuanxin immediately said: "How about we compete in three rounds of poetry, writing, and painting?"

"In the first round of poetry competition, the latter must start with the last character of the former's verse. You can use homophones. You cannot pause for more than five breaths. Otherwise, you will be considered a loser. The limit is one stick of incense!"

"In the second round of the essay competition, we will discuss the topic and the two of them will write an essay on the spot, with a limit of two sticks of incense. The essays will be judged and voted on by all of us. The one with the highest number of votes will win!"

"In the third round of painting competition, our school in Qingzhou is landscape painting, so the two of us will paint with flowers and birds as the theme. The limit is one stick of incense. The result will still be decided by a vote by all of us!"

"How to make a sample? Do you two have any opinions?"

The other candidates, led by You Yuanxin, set up such competition rules, and everyone was happy to see the results.

Fang Congyun's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "No objection."

Wen Xingyuan froze slightly. He was absolutely confident in both poetry and writing, but he was not very good at painting. He was relatively good at painting landscapes, but the competition required painting flowers and birds.
If he hadn't known that You Yuanxin was also dissatisfied with Fang Congyunduo in private, he would have thought that he was deliberately helping him.

Most Qingzhou students were good at landscape painting, so he bet that Fang Congyun was not good at painting flowers and birds either——

In this way, both of them are not good at this last item, but he has never lost in poetry competition, so he won one round over Fang Congyun. No matter how hard he works on his article, he won't be able to win a big victory?

Thinking of this, Wen Xingyuan calmed down, nodded, and said confidently: "No objection!"

Both parties have no objections, and the competition can begin.

"In the first round, poetry competition, who will go first?"

Someone placed the lit incense in a conspicuous place in the middle of the room, ensuring that everyone present could see it at a glance.

Fang Congyun put one hand behind his back and raised the other slightly: "I am two years older than you, so let you go first."

Wen Xingyuan snorted in his heart: Who cares about you giving in!
There was no refusal on his face, who would be stupid!
His eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to throw out a poem that he had been pondering in his heart for a long time.

"Flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't break branches when there are no flowers."

There is a word for branch at the end, which is not easy to pick up.

While everyone present was watching the competition, they were also secretly participating in it. In this way, they could know whether they could catch the ball and whether they could catch the ball at the end, so that they could have a comparison with these two people.

After only two breaths, Fang followed the cloud and said: "The jade branches in the south and branches in the north are even in the beginning, and the wind is blowing in the middle of the night."

"The journey is long and busy with everyone, so I can't go to the village gate and take a pillow to cool off."

"The cool leaves are rustling and the rain is falling, and the empty hall is covering the clear frost."

"Qingchuan leads Changbo, and the carriages and horses go for leisure."

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"Weng's family is placed in the scenic spot of lakes and mountains, where the wild paths are sloping in the shade of locust trees."

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"The green shade brings tranquility during the day, and the solitary flower indicates the remnant of spring."

"Yuxia is scattered into a beautiful scenery, and Chengjiang is as quiet as a practice."

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"The stars hang on the plains and the fields are wide, and the moon flows in the rivers."

"The wandering oriole drifts and becomes uneven, crossing the road and facing the current, it cannot control itself."

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The only thing that was quiet in the whole box was Fang Congyun and Wen Xingyuan's witty lines coming and going, and then they came more and more, and they were overwhelmed. Many people who secretly admired the poems in their hearts were defeated one after another. Look again The two people still couldn't tell the difference between winning and losing, and they couldn't help but have admiration on their faces.

In terms of accumulation of poetry and prose, the two of them are indeed better than others!

But there is always a winner in a competition, so the defeated people simply stopped thinking about poetry and listened carefully to the competition between the two, curious about who would win in the end.

The stick of incense has been burned for more than half of the time, and the back and forth between the two of them is still going on.

Wen Xingyuan was calm on the surface, but in fact he was beginning to feel defeated in his heart. He boasted that he was talented and had a rich accumulation of poems. He was full of confidence at the beginning, but after a fight, the other party's accumulation was actually so powerful, which made him While shocked, he also couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

He can't lose!
In this hurry, it is inevitable that some people will fall behind.

After Fang Congyun picked it up, he suddenly stopped and failed to pick it up immediately. In this panic, the five breaths came in an instant.

Lost!

Wen Xingyuan felt extremely embarrassed. Fang Congyun was still as calm as ever, but he seemed to see his obvious ridicule.

How could he lose to Fang Congyun!
Poetry and essays are just a minor part of the imperial examination, but articles are the most important!In the second round, he will never lose again!

The first round of poetry competition was very exciting, and everyone present was a little unsatisfied. Although Wen Xingyuan was slightly defeated, the performance of the two of them made many people feel ashamed and admired them greatly.

I can't help but look forward to the next two rounds of competition.

The second round begins.

Everyone had already decided on the topic. No. 4 Ancestor Kangqi stood up and said: "Since the people are rich below, the king is rich above."

This topic sounds very familiar.

Everyone came from the imperial examination, so naturally they bought the imperial examination papers of their predecessors to observe and read.

This topic seems to be the topic of one of the last spring festivals.

All the answer sheets of Su Zhuangyuan's imperial examinations, including the provincial examinations, were circulated. They bought them, read them and took them.

The incense burns and the competition begins.

I saw Fang Congyun and Wen Xingyuan each with a writing desk, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. They both sat down and began to think like a formal examination, with their eyebrows lowered in deep thought.

For a moment, Wen Xingyuan on the left started writing first, while Fang Congyun on the right was still grinding the ink slowly.

Seeing Wen Xingyuan writing quickly and successfully, as if he was sure of victory, Hu Nengshu and the others behind him couldn't help but look relaxed.

They were slightly defeated just now, and they will definitely win this round!
He couldn't help but smile at Ma Yulin and others behind Fang Congyun.

The two rightful masters competed. The two gangs were also extremely jealous. Fang Congyun lowered his head and did not look at anyone. They looked at the people behind him with provocative looks. They were equally happy!
Ma Yulin made a gesture of poking his eyes, and said softly, the villain succeeded!Yang Shiqiu and others had enough confidence in Fang Congyun and were not anxious or worried because he had not yet started writing.

They are well aware of the level of Fang Congyun's writing, especially this year in Honglu Academy, there are many knowledgeable gentlemen, and occasionally he has to be given personal guidance by Chief Cheng Shan. His progress is even more rapid, and now they all have to invite him. He pointed it out.

Therefore, they are not worried that Fang Congyun will lose.

Even Wen Xingyuan is very powerful. If he loses this game, it will be a tie.

In the third round, they painted flowers and birds. Hehe, these friends knew that Fang Congyun was the best at painting birds. The "Plumnia Painting" he made in his spare time was an eye-opener for them. Peng Ruiyuan, a bird lover, People wanted to spend thousands of dollars to buy it for collection, and even used the cousin's family card to almost pester Fang Congyun to give it to him. Unfortunately, Fang Congyun refused to sell it or give it away.

Therefore, Hua Niao, they bet that Fang Congyun would not lose.

Of course, it would be more interesting if he could beat Wen Xingyuan in this round!

This boy, who was born with a good appearance, was not pleasing to the eyes no matter how he looked at him!
It's probably due to temperament.

The temperament is not pleasing!

At this moment, Fang Congyun had already begun to write. Even though he was half a stick behind his opponent, he was still as calm and composed as ever.

This made the onlookers look at it, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation.

Not to mention his handsome appearance, he also has such a gentle temperament. To be honest, it's hard not to be fond of him.

But the competition is not just about appearance. You still have to show your true talents and learn in order to gain their approval.

Everyone looked back and forth between the two people, and glanced at the incense burner from time to time. Perhaps the two people who were busy writing were not aware of the slowness of time, and they might even wish to go slower, but the feeling of waiting was not good for them.

It was getting late now, and it was already time for lunch. Everyone gathered here for this competition, and they were all hungry.

Seeing this, Peng Ruiyuan, a wealthy man, also wanted to make friends with these people of the same age. He immediately asked the book boy to tell the shopkeeper, and booked several private rooms next to him. He quickly served good wine and good food. He is treating him today!
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at Peng Ruiyuan. They knew that he was from the Peng family, the richest man in Yiyang, and he was a mere merchant. He was not worth mentioning. But now that he has been selected as the official candidate and is so rich, it is not without benefits to make friends with him. .

At that moment, they all thanked him and chatted with Peng Ruiyuan.

When Hu Nengshu over there saw this, he suddenly felt that Peng Ruiyuan was hateful!The second and third rounds will be decided by these people's votes. This guy is clearly winning people's hearts!

This can't be done!

At the moment, he also hurriedly asked Wen Xingyuan's bookboy to order good wine and food with the shopkeeper, but he couldn't fall behind!
Isn't it just a matter of money?The Wen family is also a wealthy family in Dingyang Mansion!Not short of money!
Wen Xingyuan's book boy was also afraid that these people would be bribed by the other party. The young master was meditating on writing an article and he didn't want to disturb him, so he listened to Hu Neng's book, took the money bag and went to do it.

Peng Ruiyuan only treated Fang Congyun generously because he wanted to make friends. Did he help Fang Congyun win people's hearts?That's really looking down on Fang Congyun.

On his side, he entertained guests generously, and on Wen Xingyuan's side, the bookboy couldn't help but say a few words as if he was afraid that everyone would not know that his young master also invited guests to have dinner and dinner.

Everyone present was not a fool. They could understand the meaning as soon as they heard it, and immediately felt a little unhappy in their hearts.

They are upright scholars who take pride in reading and read real materials. How could they be biased just because of a meal of food and wine?

So, what's the point of competing?

Many years later, they will be in the officialdom, and they may have to speak out of conscience because of some benefits, but now, they are all high-spirited people who have just been awarded the title of Juren, and their blood has not yet cooled down. Such petty ways , they disdain it!

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, the two sticks of incense were finally burned out. Fang Congyun and Wen Xingyuan stopped writing one after another, and the paper with dry ink was passed around to each other for appreciation.

There were too many people judging, and the two papers were not enough points at all. We simply didn't pay that much attention, and two or three people or even four or five people looked at them together.

This also saves a lot of time.

But the time of circulating the test papers was saved, but the time of the debate was almost endless.

For a time, the entire box was noisier than the downtown area in the city. The chatter was filled with the debates among the officials citing classics. In one case, the officials even blushed and got thick-necked. Looking at it from a distance, they thought they were competing. The saliva sprayed even further.

Seeing that it was getting dark if the fight continued, Ye Xuran hurriedly stood up and smoothed things over, "Everyone of the same age, please listen to what Xuran said, there is really no point in fighting. One person, one vote, listen to everyone, you can make your own decision. .”

When he said this, everyone calmed down. When they thought, that's not it. Why should I argue with you? My throat was dry. I was optimistic about that article. I couldn't submit it myself!You can't control me!
Ever since, voting has finally begun.

Everyone has a chess piece in their hand. If they think which article is better written, they put the chess piece into that article.

Soon, after the voting, You Yuanxin and Zu Kangqi began to count the chess pieces in full view of everyone.

Everyone's hearts were lifted up, and they were secretly sweating.

You Yuanxin, who stopped after counting the last chess piece, raised his eyes and saw that Zu Kangqi was still counting.

One, two and five.

Five more.

Ma Yulin had already clapped his hands and cheered, "Win! Win!"

Fang Congyun won the second round with five pieces ahead of Wen Xingyuan.

Wen Xingyuan's face couldn't hold back anymore, how could it be!He lost again!

Five chess pieces!Five chess pieces!
Do these people know how to judge good articles?

Wen Xingyuan was deeply hit, almost overflowing with embarrassment. The young genius had always been supported by others, but had he ever experienced such a feeling?

He doesn't agree!
I thought this in my heart, and it showed on my face, and I accidentally said it in my mouth.

Everyone looked at each other, dissatisfied?
People who didn't vote for Wen Xingyuan couldn't help but laugh angrily. What's wrong with this? You must have rejected it because Fang Congyun's article was better. What else could be the reason?
Those who voted for Wen Xingyuan could not help but frown slightly. Although they voted for Wen Xingyuan, they had to admit that Fang Congyun's article was also exciting enough.

Can the results of everyone's votes be faked?

You admitted defeat openly and everyone still admired you, but you looked unconvinced. Why, you can't afford to lose?
This is too inferior.

Everyone had their own calculations in their hearts, and they couldn't bear Wen Xingyuan's shouting of dissatisfaction. They immediately analyzed the two articles, what were the good ones, and what were the bad ones, even if they were just one point apart. Centimeter, that’s also bad!
Wen Xingyuan, who already had a bad look on his face, felt even worse when he was drowned in everyone's saliva. In the end, his face turned pale and he fainted.

When his book boy saw this, he screamed: "Master! Master, don't scare the little ones!"

"You gang up to bully my young master, just wait! My master will not let you go!"

This time when he went out, the lady warned him, "If the young master loses even one of his hair, I will kill you with a stick." Seeing that his young master had fainted, his whole body was still hot, and he became flustered. He glared at everyone and spoke indiscriminately. He got up, thinking only of pulling him into the water, so that when he got back, the lady would not kill him with a stick.

But everyone present is now a civil servant, and they can get a small official position if they don't get a job, but they are yelled at by a little book boy. But they didn't bully Wen Xingyuan, they were just telling the truth. It was Wen Xingyuan who lost. What does it have to do with them if they can't afford to faint?

This book boy is so rude!

Everyone is dizzy. Is it still a competition in the third round?
It seems that even if I am not dizzy, there is no need to continue competing.

After two rounds, I can already see that Fang Congyun is not inferior to Wen Xingyuan, let alone others.

This is enough.

Fang Congyun proved that his name of Jieyuan was worthy of his name. Seeing Wen Xingyuan fainting from the blow, he also sighed slightly and immediately turned around and asked Wutong to go to the guy to call a doctor quickly.

The book boy was so anxious and flustered that he just stared at people and cried.

Hu Nengshu seemed to be frightened as he huddled beside Wen Xingyuan and made no sound.

People have fainted and their faces look so bad. Why don't you quickly call a doctor for diagnosis and treatment? Why do you still expect to wait for people to wake up on their own?

All the poems in this chapter are copied from Wen Gong. The specific sources are not listed one by one. For details, see Baidu ()