Chapter 332

Mu Yunsheng looked at the group strangely and asked curiously, "what do those people do? It seems very lively. "

Most of the people around the boat were good women, and their families were nearby. From a distance, a group of people were very busy.

Three people are strange, and there are a few people running from the side to see the boat, that excited look, people do not know what happened to the big wedding.

Zhao Jin stopped a girl, frowned and asked: "this girl, what happened in front of me? Why are so many people around? "

The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a green dress. She suddenly stopped to see such a beautiful young man. Before she spoke, her face turned red.

"It's the students of Caiyun society who are composing poems. They say that whoever makes the best poems, let's give all the green chrysanthemums to the student who makes the best poems."

After thanking the girl for her answer, Zhao Jin turned to Li Bai and said, "brother Li, I remember you wrote poems, but it's not too much to say anything out of your mouth. Why don't we join in the fun and let brother Li do a good job?"

Han Qing wanted Li Bai to write poems all the time every day. When he heard that there was any reason to oppose the proposal, he immediately agreed: "yes, brother Li is really talented. Why don't you show us what you think today?"

Mu Yunsheng was worried about how to say no when he saw them singing together. Zhao Mian then stepped in: "I haven't seen a great talent yet! Mr. Li, you have to behave well! "

Mu Yunsheng wants to cry, so he is driven to the boat. When the boat comes to the boat, the pedal will be put back. As soon as Mu Yunsheng and others say that they are going to participate in the poetry competition, the passers-by give up their position and let them in.

On the boat, the person in charge of the poetry competition of Caiyun society came out and saw that some of them were well dressed, so he restrained his bad face and asked politely, "how many of you are here to participate in the poetry competition?"

Han Qing took the initiative to explain the situation: "it's not the two of us who participate in the poetry competition, but the one next to us." With that, Han Qing pointed to Mu Yunsheng.

Zhao Jin also nodded.

Mu Yunsheng could not bear to adapt. He came forward with elegant demeanor and gave a meeting ceremony among scholars: "I want to participate in the poetry competition."

The man's attitude was not warm, but he couldn't pick out any mistakes.

"Please come with me and sign up here." Mu Yunsheng followed him, signed his name, took the pen and paper, and then began to prepare to write poems with the pen and paper.

At a big table, Wu Yangyang, more than 20 students were writing poems, all of them bowed their heads and pondered. Mu Yunsheng was no exception. He bowed his head and pondered for a long time before he finally figured out what he wanted to write.

When he thought of what he wanted to write, Mu Yunsheng was ready to write.

What she wrote is Li Bai's famous poem hard to walk.

Ten thousand wine in a golden cup, ten thousand money in a jade plate

All at once, soon wrote that the wind and waves will sometimes, straight hanging cloud sail economy sea.

After so long hard training in the system, she can also write beautiful thin gold body.

Even because she was a chef and practiced knife work, she could not write well, but she could barely write well.

After writing, Mu Yunsheng put down his pen and handed over the manuscript to the reviewer, who leisurely returned to Zhao Jin.

The reviewer thought that the poem handed in so early must be no better. However, he was not surprised to see it.

"Good poetry, good poetry! Good a long wind and waves will sometimes, did not hang cloud sail jicanghai! This poem won the first prize

This remark has attracted countless students' attention.

Some of them immediately put down their writing and retorted loudly: "how do you know that this poem should be the first one! We haven't finished yet. How do you know if there will be any better! "

This man is a straight hearted man. He told the students what they wanted to say, but they didn't dare to say. All the students whispered in praise: "that's it! There are so many talented people in our Caiyun society who haven't finished writing yet! "

This poetry festival is sponsored by Caiyun society. There are also many students from other societies and some scholars who are going to Beijing to take the exam. Many people are waiting for this opportunity to become famous at one stroke. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of preparation, they have already written poems directly The

judge is a thin old man, who was so refuted by many students, and there was no sign of anger. He also stroked his chin and laughed at the crowd. He said to the crowd, "is it the first thing that we all witness together? I am not the one who has the final say. You must hurry to write it."

Said, thoughtfully pointed to the next hourglass timing.

The students suddenly came back to their senses and hurriedly bowed their heads to ponder and continue to write.

Zhao Jin and Han Qing, who have a panoramic view of this scene, are very curious about what poem Mu Yunsheng wrote.

What kind of good poem can make the old man think that this is the first?Han Qing turned his head and looked at Mu Yunsheng curiously. In his indifferent eyes, he was full of inquiry: "brother Li, what poem did you write that made the old man of Caiyun society ranked first? He's known for being rigid and harsh

Mu Yunsheng hung up his professional Li Bai's fake smile and explained calmly: "I just wrote an article casually. I didn't carefully consider the rhymes and allusions and so on. I just came out casually. If you two are curious, you'll hear the master read it later, won't you know?"

They are chatting here, and the students there are still thinking hard.

Han Qing also vaguely found out that although her friend is talented, she is not keen on writing poems for some reason. When she writes them, they are all famous poems. But she doesn't have this consciousness at all. She would rather waste her time watching the fun than writing more poems.

Looking at the "Li Bai" in front of her, Han Qing really felt that she had wasted her talent.

If it were him, Han Qing would stay at home and write poems for himself. If he could write such a smart poem, he would wake up in his dreams.

The sand in the hourglass is almost over. When the time comes, many students write their names on the back of the poem one after another.

It will take a while for the selection to take place. The students gathered on the deck of the boat, all of them with elegant airs, talking about the past and the present, which made the women on the shore scream with excitement.

This posture is just like those crazy fans in the modern world.