In the autumn of the fifteenth year of Tianfeng, Wang Bo, a boy from Wanjun, won the crown at the age of less than the age of twentieth. He was famous for a while and was called the Six Arts Boy.

--"Xia Ji·Emperor Ai·19th Year of Tianfeng"

The Battle for the Crown has not been around for three hundred years in Daxia, and it is also a grand event. On this day, the academy was filled with people. Not only the students and teachers in the academy, but also the county officials and wealthy gentry in the city rushed over. For a moment, the noise in the academy was louder and the discussions were heard. It turned out that the gambling of the rich and rich sons unknowingly expanded, and the odds soared until 300 to 1.

The protagonist was late at this time, and as soon as he arrived at the academy playground, he suddenly became the focus of attention.

"Hehe, the scene is so big, I really find a little bit of the World Cup feeling! I'm so careful now..."

"Oh~ Sanfan, you're here!" Wang Bo was fantasizing himself, a gentle and delicate male voice interrupted his reverie. He looked back and saw a young man wearing a brocade robe with a gray face and a charming face, coming towards him. Wang Bo took advantage of his approach and gave him a large number of glances without a trace - the peach blossom eyes that originally had a seductive effect on a woman's face grew on his face, but made Wang Bo feel chilled: "Dispair~ Dead shemale, go away! Don't harass me! Mom, thank you for giving me such an ordinary life, at least not disgusting others..."

As an agent, hiding his true thoughts without showing any expression is the basic skill. Wang Bo smiled and said, "Oh? Brother, what are you going to give me?"

The young master smiled charmingly: "Sanfan, thanks to your popularity this time, I really made some money for me!" As he said that, he turned his head and pointed at the servants who were helping to buy gambling tickets, "Your market is low! It's already three hundred to one now!"

"Hmm? Are you quite rich? Can you afford such a big bet?" I was puzzled. Three hundred to one, how many people would have to place bets!

The young master frivolously pointed at the county magistrate sitting in the VIP seat: "My father is Chen Lian, the chief clerk of the vassal treasury, and the county magistrate Fan is my future father-in-law. Who can do anything to me if I use the treasury silver as the fund?"

Wang Bo felt a little depressed and looked at the young master Chen thoughtfully: "If I want to successfully win the crown, the young master will lose money?"

Mr. Chen laughed wildly: "You? Hahaha..." Without saying a word, he turned around and left.

Looking at his back, a cold light flashed in Wang Bo's eyes: "You are guilty of your own fault, you can't live!" He gathered his mood and walked towards the field.

When Wang Bo came to the venue, he finished saluting the elders in the venue. Master Zhou was about to announce the start of the competition, but Wang Bo interrupted: "Let's wait!"

A frivolous voice came from the scene: "Are you afraid?" It was Mr. Chen.

"No. The young man is just very interested in your business, your noble son, and I want to mix it with it." Wang Bo paused and said loudly, "I am the young master of Wangjiazhuang. I am willing to use the 100 hectares of fertile land in the whole village as a bet and make a price of 100 gold!"

There was a huge uproar in the field. A hundred gold coins? Wanjun's commercial center, the annual tax was only three thousand gold coins! If Wang Bo succeeded in winning the crown, the Chen family would have to pay 30,000 gold!

"That depends on your ability!" Mr. Chen was in secret and looked at Wang Bo sinisterly. Although he felt that the response was extremely large, the amount was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart, and the sweat on his forehead remained unconsciously.

Wang Bo looked at Mr. Chen with disdain, turned his head to Master Zhou and said, "Master! Please!"

The Master stood in the center of the court and said loudly: "The battle to win the crown begins now! The first round,! Poetry! Du Guangqing, the professor of the Literature Academy who is known as the "Seven-Step Poetry Talent", went to Wang Bo!" After saying that, he gave in to the court. A man in his thirty years old, with starry eyes and a tall figure, and a green Confucian shirt was standing in front of Wang Bo. Wang Bo only felt a wave of elegance and heroism, and a wild aura in the romantic atmosphere came to his face, and an impulse slowly spread in his heart: "Good style!"

If it were to be said that Du Guangqing was famous in Daxia. His brother was jealous of him and made trouble for him after his parents died. He forced him to make poems in seven steps at a time, but if not, he would be driven out of the house. Du Guangqing was very sad and angry, and indeed wrote a poem within seven steps: "Cook beans and burn bean pods, and beans cry in the pot. They were born with the same roots, so why are they too anxious to fry each other?" His brother was ashamed and praised: "Only one stone of nine provinces are occupied, and my brother lives alone!" From then on, the brothers were harmonious and became a good story.

Du Guangqing looked at Wang Bo with a smile. Seeing that he was calm and composed, he nodded secretly: "Is the topic I have put forward difficult? It is not easy to say it. If you write a poem in a stick of incense, you will be considered passing the test!" Then he pondered for a while, "Just use the title "water as the title!"

Wang Bo looked at the fragrance and glanced at Du Guangqing: "Damn! I thought I wouldn't know that he was Cao Zhi if I changed my vest! I had heard of Du Guangqing in the past. This person was extremely strict with himself and never let the poems that he was dissatisfied with him spread. Therefore, the folk rumor is all rigorous and has been passed on for a long time. With the saving of others, this person must be very picky about me. But he must say good things about his own proud works, right? Hehe, see if I use my spear to attack my shield, use Cao Zhi's "The Goddess of the Luo River"! Isn't it a change of appearance? "Water Fu?" After having an idea in my heart, a smile overflowed from the corner of Wang Bo's mouth.

"I have it! Listen to you!" Wang Bo walked a few steps forward, exhaled and chanted repeatedly:

"? The water is so beautiful, like a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon. The glorious autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pine. It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, floating and snowing in the wind. Looking far away, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; looking at it, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; observing it, it is as bright as the tidal waves. It is slender and firm, and it is as short as the length. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as simple as the neck and neck, the white neck is, and the white luster is unlucky. The cloud bun is majestic, and the eyebrows are beautiful. The red lips are bright outside, the white teeth are fresh inside, the bright eyes are good, and the cheeks are supported by power. The magnificent posture is elegant, the polite and quiet body are leisurely. The gentle and graceful in language. The strange clothes are extraordinary, and the bones are like pictures. The bright silk clothes are covered with silk clothes, the gorgeous jade jade is engraved with jade jade jade jade jade jade jewelry, and the jewelry is decorated with pearls to shine. The literary shoes of traveling far away, and the light skirt of mist gauze is dragged. The small orchid is a little orchid.

The fragrance is so sweet that I walk around the corner of the mountain. So I suddenly go around and play with it. I lean on the left to pick the turf and the osmanthus flag on the right. The soil is white and the wrist is in Shenhu, and I pick the mysterious lush lucidum of the turquoise. My feelings are pleasant to the beauty, my heart is fluctuating but not happy. The unscrupulous media is happy to meet the joy, and I support the waves to communicate with words. I wish that sincerity and simple first, untied jade pendant to be necessary. I alas the faith and cultivation of the beautiful woman, Qiang practices etiquette and wise poetry. I resist the Qiong? I am harmonious and pointing to the hidden abyss and for a long time. I hold the real pieces of my relatives, and I fear that I am bullied by this spirit. I feel moved to Fu Fu's abandonment of words, hesitation and suspicion. I receive a harmonious face and calmness, and I defend myself from self-control. So? I feel inspired, I move to wander, wander, the divine light is separated and the yin and yang. The body is light and crane stands up, as if it is about to fly but not yet soar. I sway the pepper coating, and walk the heng thinly and fragrant.

The long chant is forever, the sound is sorrowful and sharp. You are all the spirits, and they are mixed, and they are ordered to roar their companions, some play with the clear stream, some fly in the divine river, some pick pearls, or pick green feathers. From the two concubines in Nanxiang, they carry the wandering girl in Hanbin. They sigh at the incomparable melons, and chant the lonely place of the ox. They are light and soft, and they are slim and tidy, and they are erect and tidy. They are flying ducks, floating like gods, and the slim steps, and the silk stockings are dusty. The movement is impermanent, and it is dangerous and safe. The progress is difficult to go, and it is like going back and returning. The flowing essence is smooth and the jade face is moist. The words are not spoken, and the breath is like orchids. The beauty is graceful, which makes me forget to eat. So the screen collects the wind, and the river is quiet. Feng Yi sings the drums, Nuwa sings the clear song. The fish roars are warning to ride, and the jade phoenix is ​​gone. The six dragons are in line with their heads, carrying the clouds and carriages, and the whale and salamander are jumping and clinging to the hub,

The water birds fly to guard the guard. So they go north. They pass Nangang, sway the plain head, return to the clear sun, move the red lips to express the outline of the connection. They hate the different ways of humans and gods, and complain about the great years. They resist the silk sleeves and cover the tears, and the waves of tears flowing their collars. They mourn the eternal extinction of the good meeting. They mourn the passing of a strange land. They have no subtle feelings to serve love, and offer the brightness of Jiangnan. Although they are hidden in the sun, they always express their hearts to the king. Suddenly, they do not understand what they have left, and they are sad and shrouded in the night. So they carry the high to the tomb, leaving their souls, and imagine the feelings and sorrows. They look forward to the rest of the body, and they go up the light boat. They float up the long river and forget to return, thinking about the continuous supervision. They are restless and unable to sleep at night, and they are flooded with frost and dawn. They are ordered by the servants to go and go, and I will return to the east road. They hold the reins to resist the strategy, and they are sad and unable to go."

As he chanted, Wang Bo couldn't help but think of his girlfriend in another world, and a ray of tenderness drifted in the air...

After a while, the whole audience was still silent. Du Guangqing was even more unbearable. His elegant face was covered with a dull veil and he murmured: "It's as graceful as a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon..."

Everyone finally came to their senses and focused their attention on Du Guangqing, waiting for his judgment.

Du Guangqing stood up a little awkwardly: "I have once called him a talented person. Now that you are here, I dare not say anything."

Wang Bo remarked in a humble manner: "If you learn later, you need more teachings from your ancestors..."

After teaching Du made a rogue bow, Wang Bo was finally announced to pass the poetry barrier. He was excited: "Yeah! Pass! Well, the poet is also called a slut, and I also made a slut. Haha!"
Chapter completed!