After Xu Jin finished writing and putting his pen, he looked up and found that everyone else had basically finished writing. Yuan Cheng, the head of the Nanchang Mansion case opposite, had already putting his pen on it. He was stretching his neck to examine Xu Jin's words, and his expression seemed very serious.

As the saying goes, experts can tell if there is anything at once. Xu Jin has been immersed in calligraphy for decades, and his pen is placed there. Although he does not use the regular script he is best at, his characters copied by Tang Yin also have a slight and eighty-eight-eight-efficient spirit. The slightly slanted font is as elegant as flowing flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.

Xu Jin glanced at Yuan Cheng's words and knew it immediately.

Yuan Cheng used the thin gold style of Song Huizong Zhao Ji. This font is a font with a strong personality. It has a flexible and fast brushwork, and its handwriting is thin and vigorous, which is very difficult to control. Judging from Xu Jin's mature eyes, Yuan Cheng's thin gold style is still far inferior in temperature, but it has its shape, and the pen tip is only thin and not powerful!

Therefore, as long as a few judges are not blind, they will definitely win this game.

At this time, the five people on both sides had finished laying their pens, and ten works were arranged side by side, waiting for the five to judge and score.

"Come first." Ke Zheng, the co-minister of Nanchang Prefecture, stood up and walked to the desk first. He first looked at the works of Xu Jin and Yuan Cheng carefully, and then picked up his pen and wrote on the blank space of Yuan Cheng's calligraphy: Zhong.

Yuan Cheng's face suddenly became slightly dark, but when he saw Ke Jing's words "Zhong" written in the blank space of Xu Jin's calligraphy, his face suddenly relaxed.

Xu Jin couldn't help frowning. As long as he had a little level, he could tell that his words were better than Yuan Cheng. But this Ke Zheng commented on the same level. It was obvious that his butt was sitting in a crooked manner and deliberately suppressed his score. It was really fucking!

Although Xu Jin was annoyed, he had no choice but to do anything. This kind of score was subjective judgment. If Ke Zheng reviewed the same score, you really couldn't blame him unless the difference in level between the two was really too far.

Ke Zheng scored all the way, but three of the five pairs scored. In addition, Li Zhejiang, the head of Yuzhang Academy, scored higher than Wang Dacan of Xinjiang Academy, and the last scholar in Nanchang Prefecture, scored higher than Fei Maoxian.

The candidates on Guangxin Mansion all looked angry. Ke Zheng obviously helped Nanchang Mansion. As long as Guangxin Mansion has a slightly higher level, Ke Zheng will give the same score to both parties. As long as Nanchang Mansion has a slightly higher level, he will score truthfully. It's so fucking!

After Ke Zheng finished the evaluation, the second judge appeared, which was the Censor Liu Zhong. This one scored fairly. Xu Jin's calligraphy was "middle and upper" and Yuan Cheng's "middle", so Xu Jin was temporarily leading by one point.

Then it was Li Shishi, the Censor who had retired, who had retired. Before he arrived, he looked at Xu Jin deeply before he began to read the words.

Xu Jin subconsciously touched his face, and Li Shishi's strange eyes made him a little confused.

Li Shishi looked at the words of Xu Jin and Yuan Cheng, and smiled lightly, "You can take advantage of things when you are young, but your writing skills are indeed better than Yuan Cheng. I will give you the best!"

After Li Shishi finished speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote "middle" in Xu Jin's calligraphy, and then commented on Yuan Cheng's "middle", so Xu Jin led by two points.

Yuan Cheng's face suddenly turned gray. He was not convinced by the Censor who just scored him "successfully". At this time, Li Shishi also commented like this, and he couldn't help it.

After the three judges, it was Tang Bohu's turn, but this guy poured himself into his own drinks, as if it was nothing to do with him. Even Prince Ning urged him twice and ignored him. Brother Zhu was so angry that he wanted to order the Shiwei to send him out again.

Xu Kui was too lazy to argue with this drunken madman, so he stood up and walked to the court. He swept it a little. With his eyesight, he could tell that Xu Jin's calligraphy level was higher than Yuan Cheng. However, he picked up the pen and gave Yuan Cheng a "middle" score, and gave Xu Jin a "middle" score, and taught him a lesson: "Xu Ziqian, although your calligraphy is better than Yuan Cheng, you deliberately use Tang Ziwei's poems and brushwork, which is suspected of being opportunistic, so I will judge you as a punishment!"

Xu Jin felt like he was a dog, but he was helpless. Master Fei was right. Xu Kui was so upright that he dared to speak out. He couldn't rub sand in his eyes. It was just that he was too tough and easily broke. This guy probably won't be able to survive in the officialdom in the future.

Xu Jin was unhappy, but Yuan Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because the score between the two is now one point ahead of Xu Jin, so there is still hope of a draw. It depends on who Tang Bohu will vote for in the last vote.

After Xu Kui commented, Tang Bohu staggered out with a wine pot, but this family did the opposite and started commenting from Fei Maoxian on the other side.

"No, the Kai style is too blunt and thick. Middle and lower."

"No, this crazy cursive is just like this. There is no crazy cursive, only grass. The soft poems are just to learn from others to write them in crazy cursive. Middle and Lower!"

"This is not OK, go back and practice for a few more years. Middle or lower!"

Tang Bohu held the wine pot while sucking and sucking at the spout, and squirting the pen all the way, and even commenting on "middle and lower" all the way, leaving everyone with black lines.

At this time, Tang Bohu finally came to the desk of Xu Jin and Yuan Cheng with a wine pot. He first squinted his drunken eyes and looked at Yuan Cheng's calligraphy. His thin eyebrows raised and cursed: "What is this? He is thin and weak, and he is simply a waste of the thin gold body. Middle and lower!"

Yuan Cheng's face turned red. Looking at his shameful and angry look, he probably wanted to snatch the wine pot and hit Tang Bohu's face.

Tang Bohu sucked at the spout again, and then his eyes fell on the words Xu Jin. His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he kept shaking his head and said, "This word... doesn't work!"

Xu Jin couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, but he heard the old ticket continue, "This word... is enough to be as big as me, but it's still barely possible to give it a medium." After that, he picked up the pen and wrote the word "中" in the blank space.

With a final result, Xu Jin won by two points, and Yuan Cheng's face suddenly turned dark.

However, the final result was that Guangxin Mansion lost, because only Xu Jin and Wei Yang defeated their opponents, Fei Maoxian, Jiang Fangjie and Wang Dacan were both defeated by their opponents.

The candidates in Nanchang Mansion cheered in unison, and the result of the competition reached the fourth floor, and even more thunderous cheers burst out. The candidates in Guangxin Mansion were all depressed.

"It seems that in terms of calligraphy, the talented men in Nanchang Prefecture are better!" Prince Ning said proudly: "But it doesn't matter. This prince heard that the Xu Jin and Xu case of Guangxin Prefecture are good at poetry. If you don't take action, you will definitely be a masterpiece of the past. I guess the next poetry will help Guangxin Prefecture save a city."

A candidate from Nanchang Prefecture shrugged and said, "Your Highness, I'm afraid that our Nanchang Prefecture will win another battle then!"

The candidates in Nanchang Prefecture all burst into laughter, and their complacent feelings were beyond words.

The candidates of Guangxin Mansion showed anger on their faces. Fei Maozhong took a step forward and said loudly: "Stop talking nonsense, let's decide the rules for the next round of poetry."

Li Zhejiang said calmly: "What's wrong? The guest will follow the host's will. Even if we draw the road down, all the talents in our Nanchang Prefecture will follow."

Fei Maozhong shouted: "Okay, then we will ask the great master to write poems. The two provinces will recommend three masterpieces each. Five judges will judge the rankings, and the one who ranks first will win!"

Li Zhejiang nodded and said, "That's as you said, please ask the Grand Master to give the question."

Now Nanchang Mansion wins one game first, so Li Zhejiang is very determined. Even if he loses in this game of poetry, he will only draw. Li Zhejiang is not afraid of a more extra game of painting, because it happens that among the candidates in our mansion, there is a master who is good at painting, and his level is comparable to that of the national player.

Xu Kui stroked his long beard and pondered for a moment: "Nostalgia must be a high place, and climbing up to the height must be a chanting thought. The attic of Tengwang is a hundred feet high and overlooking the surging river. Then you will write a poem about the thoughts of climbing up to the height and chanting thoughts."

Xu Kui's question came out well. A group of candidates nodded and began to bury their heads and write down their minds. Some people walked outside the railings to look down at the Ganjiang River to brew emotions and look for inspiration.

Xu Jin walked to the terrace outside, reached out to hold the railing, looked at the Ganjiang River surging north below, and searched quickly in his mind. In this game, he won't be defeated, and he must be determined by a poem with an absolute advantage.

Wang Cuiqiao, a pair of talking eyes, surfed the scholars of the two mansions for a while, suddenly covered his mouth and smiled, "Sister Yuxue, which scholar in which mansion do you think will win this time?"

Xiao Yuxue said, "I'm not a god who can calculate, so I know!"

Wang Cuiqiao was bored, flattened her mouth slightly, turned her head, and her eyes fell on Xu Jin who was looking into the distance on the railing. She immediately smiled. This little scholar was really interesting. He was younger than him, but he looked mature and steadfast.

At this moment, a deep and strong singing suddenly sounded: The rolling Yangtze River flowed eastward, the waves washed away the heroes, the right and wrong, success and failure turned empty. The green mountains were still there, and the sunset was red several times...

Wang Cuiqiao was stunned for a moment, then sat up straight, staring at Xu Jin in surprise, because the strong and low tone came from the mouth of this little scholar.

Not only Wang Cuiqiao, but everyone present looked at Xu Jin in unison.

Xu Jin seemed to have no idea and continued to sing, and his voice became louder and louder: the white-haired fishermen and woodcutters were used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine was happy to meet each other. Many things in ancient and modern times were all laughed at.

Although Xu Jin's singing skills are not very good, his low and powerful tune, coupled with this majestic song "Linjiangxian", is undoubtedly explosive infectious.

After Xu Jin sang a song, the entire fifth floor of the Tengwang Pavilion was as quiet as death. Everyone was shocked by the vicissitudes of life, heroism and magnificence.

Xiao Yuxue and Wang Cuiqiao looked at Xu Jin's back blankly, unable to control themselves for a long time. They are both masters who are proficient in music, but they are unheard of such strange tones. At this moment, it seems that a door is slowly opening. It turns out that... can the songs still be sung like this?

Compared to the profoundness of the two daughters Xiao and Wang, the literati present were more shocked by the lyrics themselves. There was no way. The song "Linjiangxian" written by the talented man Yang Shen is so awesome. No one has surpassed its heroic and vicissitudes since ancient times!
Chapter completed!