The first poem soon appeared in the white paper written by Zhao Ce.

"The orioles sing on the shore and willows sing on the spring sunny night, the moon is bright..."

After the person in front of him chanted softly, he said in a daze: "Ten-word Poems?"

The others also looked at Zhao Ce for no reason.

All of the people here are old.

Most of them dressed as scholars who were dressed in green square scarves, while a small number of them were scholars who were well-off and were able to get involved here.

Lun Mingyi's banquet was only invited a few days in advance, so everyone didn't have much time to prepare.

Some people usually write some poems in booklets, and can read them easily when they need to use them.

When such a group of young scholars came to attend the banquet, they also talked about picking and choosing at home. Naturally, they were all thinking about how to bring out their good poems to the audience.

Now watching this only little Sanyuan write poems in front of them, many people concentrate on following the words written by Zhao Ce.

Thinking about Zhao Ce probably had prepared for today for a long time.

However, after reading the first sentence, many people were disappointed again.

Ten-character poems are rare, but great writers of the Tang and Song dynasties have not been written before.

It would be impossible for Zhao Ce to stand out with the poems written by these few people.

A classmate said, "This first sentence is not very good..."

"The sound and rhyme are not mentioned, but the artistic conception in the poem does not conform to the current environment."

"How can I write a spring poem in the hot summer?"

Another person also commented: "Indeed, the words and words that are divided into pieces seem to be just to conform to the rhythm, but they seem to have no artistic conception."

When several people commented, Zhao Ce was not affected.

He dipped ink again and wrote the second sentence.

"The fragrance of lotus, clear water, cool wind, long summer."

"Hmm? This sentence is a bit in line with the artistic conception. There are lotus flowing water at the entrance of Mr. Lun's house. Now it is summer, and the qi and veins are indeed unblocking."

Young Master Lu also watched from the side.

When he saw Zhao Ce's first poem, he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

He said that no poem has been circulated after the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

I guess it's really what I guess!

But looking at the second sentence, I feel that Zhao Ce may really have something...

Lun Mingyi, who was standing beside him, looked at the poem written by Zhao Ce, and frowned in confusion at first.

When Zhao Ce's second sentence came out, he actually slapped his thigh!

"Ouch!"

The classmate next to him touched his thigh and said a little aggrievedly: "Why did you suddenly slap my thigh so hard?"

Lun Mingyi withdrew his hand a little embarrassedly and said dryly: "Haha, I was excited for a moment and I took a picture of the wrong place."

Everyone else was attracted by the movement, and many people looked over.

Lun Mingyi pointed to Zhao Ce who was still writing: "Spring, summer, autumn, winter!"

After he reminded him, the others suddenly realized.

Is this a poem written into the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the other courtyard?

No wonder they felt that the artistic conception was wrong when they read the first sentence.

But they didn't expect that they paid too much attention to the present moment and ignored the actual situation around them.

After Lun Mingyi finished speaking, Zhao Ce had already written a whole poem.

"The orioles sing on the shore willows sing on the spring sunny night moonlight,

The fragrance of lotus is bright and the wind is cool and the summer is long.

The autumn river and Chu geese are in the shallow water flowing in the sandbank,

The red furnace is filled with charcoal and the cold wind is used to resist the dead of winter."

After Zhao Ce finished writing, everyone around him read it softly.

"Good poem!"

"A sentence, time, time, scene, and poetic crosses actually write the scenery in the mountains in a very beautiful way."

Lun Mingyi nodded and said in a similar way: "The four words "play, move, stay, and roast" are particularly exquisite."

"Their subject is flowers, birds or things, and through the anthropomorphism of four verbs, the language of poetry becomes more lively, lively and interesting."

Lun Mingyi said to Zhao Ce admiringly: "It's really a good poem, I admire you!"

Many people also praised it, but Zhao Ce did not put down the brush in his hand, as if he was still thinking about something.

Young Master Lu listened to everyone's praise, picked up the paper beside him and said, "Good poems are good poems, but what I wrote may not be considered too bad."

Everyone looked at him and remembered what Zhao Ce said just now about savoring Mr. Lu’s poems after he finished writing. Everyone became curious again.

"What poem did Mr. Lu write? Let us also enjoy it."

Zhao Ce also looked up and glanced at Mr. Lu.

When Mr. Lu saw that everyone looked at him, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

His poem is definitely no worse than Zhao Ce’s!

Mr. Lu said with emotion: "......... Several green lotus flowers are clear by the water, and the rising sun is slanted outwards..."

What Mr. Lu wrote is a seven-character regulated verse.

This poem, which he wrote under the guidance of his husband at home, was really something that was under the box.

After hearing this, everyone realized that his arrogance was not without reason.

"This poem is profound and profound, and it is indeed the best in the poem..."

They were a group of students, but they really didn't like it.

Although Lun Mingyi is the master, he is also a student.

But because he is still young, he is not easy to compare.

Looking at the embarrassed expressions of everyone, Mr. Lu proudly opened the fan in his hand.

"I heard that Mr. Zhao still has to take care of his family's business, so I guess he doesn't care about the 'useless' things like poetry and essays."

"But everyone knows it in the palace examinations a few years ago?"

"The emperor uses poetry and prose to make the final checkpoint, so that two tribute students with similar grades can write poetry competitions together."

"Mr. Lun's uncle was finally won by the top scorer in the palace examination at that time because of his victory in poetry."

"So this poem is really not useless."

"As a little Sanyuan, Mr. Zhao will probably be able to achieve great success in the imperial examination in the future."

"Although your poem is good, it's far from comparing your articles."

Mr. Lu’s analysis was very clear.

Indeed, the poems written by Zhao Ce are not bad.

However, the scriptures and scriptures of Zhao Ce’s official examination and the scriptures of the Dao Examination were both posted for the students to comment.

Now that he is a little three-yuan name, everyone's expectations for him are naturally much higher.

Lun Mingyi said: "I think Zhao Ce's poems are better than those of Mr. Lu."

He looked at Zhao Ce and said, "Today I am the master, I have won the poem of Mr. Zhao."

Young Master Lu was not angry either and shook the fan with a smile.

The other students looked at each other in a little, feeling that the scene was a little embarrassed for a moment.

One of them said, "Why...you two write another song?"

Zhao Ce, who had been listening to everyone talking for so long and commenting so much, chuckled.

Zhao Ce said: "I wrote another song?"

He said disrespectfully: "Mr. Lu, I think you misunderstood something."

"You wrote only one poem, but I wrote four."

"How can you compare with me?"

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Author: Hehe, the poems from the Ming and Qing Dynasties are really not easy to copy, so I can't compile the poem Lu Gongzi...
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