Many students spend time learning some self-defense skills, such as swordsmanship, archery, horse riding, and others specialize in plowing pots.

Fang Shiqiang liked to practice playing things since he was a child. He mainly used his fingers to splash some small and hard things, which were fun and hidden. After nearly ten years of practice, he really developed the ability to snap the fingers. Not only did he hit accurately, but he also had great strength.

Lu Ting suddenly fell down, which is Fang Shiqiang's masterpiece.

Yuwen Ying didn't notice how Fang Shiqiang moved his hand. When he saw Lu Ting suddenly fell down, he knew that this was Fang Shiqiang's masterpiece, and gave Fang Shiqiang a thumbs up without any trace.

Hearing that the incense was about to burn, Lu Ting turned his head and saw the incense that was about to burn out. He was anxious and did not care about checking the wound. He picked up a brush and a piece of paper. The brush was a little dry, put it into the ink inkstone, put all the ink that had not yet been completely flowed into the brush, and then said loudly: "Dragon, bend down."

Changsun Chong bent down without thinking.

Lu Ting put the paper on Changsun Chong's back, used his back as a table, looked at the pen, thought for a little, and then quickly started writing on the paper.

"This farm slave has no time, so he still refuses to give up?" Yuwen Ying said in surprise.

Fang Shiqiang looked at the incense that was about to begin to fade, then looked at the ink inkstone scattered on the ground, and said with a sneer: "The incense will go out in a few breaths. He couldn't even write a five-character poem. No matter how fast he wrote it, he had no ink, and he had no time to let him grind ink."

Speaking of this, Fang Shiqiang said confidently: "The slaughter surnamed Lu can be ruled out, but now it is just a sensationalism."

Knowing that I have no hope, I just show up as much as possible now, just like those elementary apprentices who have not yet graduated from the opera troupe, occasionally have the opportunity to take the stage, always thinking about staying for a while, trying every means to stay on the stage and refuse to go down.

"That's right, I can't even finish a poem, what's the use?" Yu Wenying was very confident.

The bet of 2,000 guan is stable. Maybe you are lucky and can win the bullhead lamp. Not only can you choose a courtesan to spend the night together, but most importantly, you will become famous overnight.

I was so happy to think about it.

Lu Ting's pen was flying, writing quickly on the paper, without a pause in the middle. When he finished writing the last word, the incense used to calculate the time just burned out the last little spice and turned into a small pinch of white ash to float in the air.

The ink of the brush is not full enough, and there is no available ink. When writing the last word "官", the ink traces are obviously much lighter, and you have to look carefully before you can see it.

With a "double", the waiter in charge of visiting time suddenly knocked the gong in his hand and shouted loudly: "The time is here, please put down the pen in your hand immediately."

Lu Ting breathed a sigh of relief, threw the pen in his hand casually, and then signaled the waiter beside him to hand over the paper.

It can be said that I completed it by stepping on the point, and I can’t finish this poem even if I breathe more than one breath later.

I was scared and sweated. I wanted to make a finale with thousands of people watching, but I almost didn't even hand in the "show".

Pretending to be too far.

"Mr. Lu, this poem..." The waiter asked in embarrassment when he looked at Lu Ting's poem.

I wrote a line of ten numbers, which didn’t look neat, as if it wasn’t finished, so I’d handed over it?

"The time is up, just hand it over." Lu Ting said calmly.

The waiter responded and handed over it quickly.

Every poem will be recited in public after being handed over. If it is well written, it will definitely be fine. If it is poorly written and recited in public, it will be a joke.

I have already reminded Lu Ting that Lu Ting insists on handing in, so let's handing in handing in hand. Even if you make a fool of yourself, it has nothing to do with him.

After handing over the last poem, when Sun Shiyong received the poem given to Lu Ting by the waiter, he was obviously stunned. He looked at Lu Ting, who was a little embarrassed, and then looked at the "poetry" handed over by Lu Ting, shook his head and said, "I finally got to the sixth level, but I didn't expect that I didn't even finish the poem. What a pity."

There are only a dozen words, and even five-character quatrains cannot be put together. The unfinished poems are still presented. Is this the last stubbornness of a literati?

Not only was the poem not finished, but the ink was not enough, the words behind became increasingly lighter and the last word could hardly be recognized.

I finally had a chance to make a comeback, but ended up falling into the last step.

Wang Yongzhi, a doctor of Imperial College, glanced at the poem and said casually: "Sun Huishou wouldn't want to make an exception and let him complete it, right?"

"No rules cannot be achieved without rules. It's a pity for him. Rules cannot be broken." After a pause, Sun Shiyong said leisurely.

Participate in such activities just to make you famous. Now you can’t become famous. If you recite poems like this, you will definitely be laughed at by others.

Wang Yongzhi waved his hand and said, "It's no pity. He was originally a land... a poor family member, it's good to let him know the gap."

Lu Ting is from the Qin Prince's Mansion. Wang Yongzhi has always supported the prince. He has no good feelings for Lu Ting, a poor child who has no background and has a wrong team. On the contrary, he vaguely feels that he is annoying. He does not eat or drink vividly, but also deliberately makes a trap for the staff.

Wang Yongzhi also came from Wang Tong's disciple. As a result, Fang Shiqiang was his backward. At the beginning, Wang Yongzhi regarded Fang Shiqiang as his own person.

I wanted to laugh at Lu Ting as a slave in the field, but instead I thought that I was a judge and could not be too biased on the surface, so I changed my words.

At this time, Kong Yingda turned his head and said, "Sun Huishou, is it time to chant? Everyone below is anxious."

For those who watch the Magpie Bridge, it doesn’t matter who wins the bullock. It’s important to witness the release of the masterpiece as soon as possible. Many people bring their own pens and inks to prepare for records. For this important event, Pingkangfang made way for it. During the Magpie Bridge, the drums and music stopped.

To avoid affecting the onlookers' listening to poetry.

I also heard someone shouting loudly when I would start chanting poems.

"Let's start." Sun Shiyong nodded and ordered.

With a command, someone immediately beat the gong three times in a row and shouted loudly: "Start recite the poem."

The scene that was a little disturbed just now calmed down again. Everyone focused on the sixth floor of the lamp building. The person in charge of the recording put his pen in the ink inkstone and was filled with ink and prepared to record.

Soon, a strong and energetic servant walked to the specially built small platform with a piece of paper, pulled his throat and shouted loudly: "Now I am reciting the work of Mr. Wen Ying of Chang'an, with the poem titled "Lights in the Capital".

There was no amplification device in ancient times, and there were too many listeners. In order to let more people hear it, they pulled their throats open and shouted loudly with all their might. Every time, a few people in charge of chanting reduced their voices to hoarseness.

Hearing that he was going to chant his work, Yuwen Ying stood up, walked to the conspicuous part of the railing, and bowed to the one below.

This is an opportunity to show your face, and Yuwen Ying will never miss it.

There was a polite applause from below. It was worth encouraging to be able to reach the sixth level.

After the applause stopped, the person in charge of chanting first beat the gong to signal everyone to be quiet, and then chant loudly:

"The lights shine in the capital. I still feel angry that the palace leaks to promote the dawn.

When you hear the flower spirit in the ninth heaven, laughter is heard in the five-colored clouds."

As soon as the words came to an end, there were cheers coming from below.

Zhang Hu on the judges' seat was the first to applaud: "Yes, this poem is magnificent and has eternal meaning. The fragrance of flowers can be smelled in the nine heavens. Flowers are used to describe the paradise of the world. It is interesting. I think this poem can be rated as "April."

"Yuwen Ying was born into a general, but he didn't expect that his achievements in writing poetry were so great. It's good. I'll give him a subordinate." Wang Yongzhi also said with a smile.

Kong Yingda thought about it and quickly spoke: "This poem is cleverly constructed and magnificent. If you praise merits, you can give it to A, but the title is flower, which seems a bit far-fetched. I think B is more suitable."

Sun Shiyong nodded, turned his head and looked at Du Zhengzang who was sitting at the farthest and said, "Where is Brother Wei Shan's opinion?"

"What Dr. Kong said is reasonable, but this poem adds a lot of color in strange aspects. Let's take a look."

"Previous" Sun Shiyong thought for a moment, turned his head and said to the recording on the side.

Each judge must comment on the poem. The scoring standards include three levels: A, B and C. Each level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. After all the poems are chanted and chanted, the one with the highest score will automatically become the final winner.

After the chanter got the score, he sang loudly: "Mr. Yuwen's lights shine on Chang'an, and he won the first place, A, B, B, and B, congratulations to Mr. Yuwen."

As soon as the words came to an end, there was applause and cheers.

Grab the Lanterns on the Magpie Bridge is a very well-known event in Chang'an. Those who can sit on the judging seats are all well-known figures. It is already very good to get one armor. Yuwen Ying took two armors at once, which is equivalent to being recognized by the two judges.

After tonight, Yuwen Ying was recognized by the literary world and was well-known.

"Mr. Yuwen, congratulations. I have won two a player. After tonight, there will be a new star in the literary world. I believe that the people in Chang'an will hear Mr. Yuwen's masterpieces tomorrow." A familiar friend congratulated Yuwen Ying.

Fang Shijie also smiled and said, "The third brother's poem is well written, and it resonates with the heart when he hears it. It's rare." Fang Shiqiang also congratulated him.

The competitors around him also expressed their congratulations. Yuwen Ying smiled and said, "It's a shame, and you can't help but keep the best works."

When he spoke, Yuwen Ying's eyes fell on Lu Ting and looked at Lu Ting with a smile.

After listening to such a good poem, I just came to congratulate you. I really didn’t have any eyesight. This slave, who looked indifferent on the surface, felt broken.

The steward who was chanting "The Lights of the Capital" stepped down and quickly changed into a slightly thin servant, stepped forward. After three gongs, he shouted loudly: "Now I am reciting the work of Mr. Chen Jiansong of Luozhou, and the poem is titled Plum Bowl to the Birthday."

Chen Jiansong from Luozhou stood up, walked to the railing and bowed. After showing his face, the servant immediately began to chant loudly:

"The moon and cinnabar cycle is mid-winter. The cinnabar has ten leaves and green onions.

The fragrance of plum blossoms blooms in the fragrance of flowers, and worship the birthday boy in front of the cypress wine bottle."

The quality of this poem is very high. Yuwen Ying's poem uses flowers to describe the prosperity of the world. Chen Luozhou's poem has a long artistic conception. It uses flowers to set off the beautiful virtues of respecting and loving the elderly. After five judges and ratings, they finally go to one below A, two above B and two above B.
Chapter completed!