"Ha ha! It's right, right. Brother Zhu, think about it, and I'll think about it. " Yun Wenmo thought about it for a moment. Yes, brother Zhu's literary talent is very good. He is a genius. But it will take a little time to write a poem. It's impossible to have a poem immediately after the title comes out. That's too perfunctory.
"Well." Zhu Yuanyuan nodded. He knew his own business. If this poem would end first, what else would happen to others? At that time, he will be a smasher and other people will be decorations. This is not a good thing. Even if Zhu Yuanyuan is not afraid of these new talents, he can't do it. He is the same earlier and later. Anyway, he will get the results he wants. Why can't the other people present show their achievements first and then go up at last?
Zhu Yuanyuan also found an Mingwen and song Mosheng. They were paying attention to their own side. Who told them to sit at the first and second place in the provincial examination on their table. So Zhu Yuanyuan also pretended to take up the wine cup on the table, drinking while pretending to be meditating. It seemed that he was thinking about poetry.
In fact, Zhu Yuanyuan not only drank wine, but also picked up chopsticks to eat the delicious dishes on the table. The food made by the number one scholar building was OK. There were more than ten dishes on the low table. Although the plates were small and the portions were small, they tasted first-class. If placed in shuilanxing, it would be a master level chef for the state banquet. In ancient times, it was imperial chef.
Of course, these dishes still have many disadvantages in front of Zhu Yuanyuan. Some of the dishes were cut with more actions, which led to the loss of nutrition. Some dishes were slightly out of date. Some dishes were sent out of the pot when they were not well controlled, which led to some changes in the taste of the dishes.
In fact, these shortcomings are nothing. Ordinary people can't taste them. Zhu Yuanyuan, who went to the kitchen industry for a visit, could taste them.
A quarter of an hour later, some people began to clean up the food on the table, put on the four treasures of the study, and began to write poems.
These people who had already started to write the poems quickly, and then sent them to an Mingwen and song Mosheng to watch them.
Because the time is very short, so no one has created poetry of grade. Of course, there are more people who have not created poetry.
However, when all the other people except Yun Wenmo and Zhu Yuanyuan had finished their poems, Zhu Yuanyuan was surprised to find that none of them had made entrance or exit grade poems. This made him feel very surprised. Although these people were new talents, there were actually quite a lot of people who had not been admitted to the examination last year or the year before last or even longer He is already a literary student. Now there are more than a dozen of them are writers, and even one of them is a writer.
Even this literary master did not create poems of different grades. Zhu Yuanyuan knew that there was no relationship between the level of literary cultivation and the creation of poetry of different grades. It all depends not only on talent but also on literary talent.
Soon Yun Wenmo began to write his poems.
"Liu Zang Yan, the cloud leaks the sun. The jade dish is full of cold. The wind blows the wind and the water shakes the sky. Fish and Dragons carry colorful boats. People by the water are happy. The city Lord enjoyed himself with the people. Spring benefits, always with Xuan. Who is the number one in the flower
"Well, Brother Yun, you are a good word! Brother Yun is really talented! " Zhu Yuanyuan read the word, but also a bright eye, a praise.
"Hum!"
As soon as Zhu Yuanyuan's words fell, before Yun Wenmo could reply, a green literary atmosphere appeared on the poems that had been written on the table. This kind of literary spirit rose to more than one person, which was seen by all the audience.
"Brother Yun, Congratulations, it's a golden poem, not bad!" When Zhu Yuanyuan saw this green culture, he also felt very good. He had a gold level. This is a real skill. Unlike his own, he relied on plagiarism. Of course, he can write poems himself, but it is certainly not as good as his level. So if there is plagiarism, just plagiarize it!
Well, no, how can we call it plagiarism? It's right to learn from others!
"Brother Zhu is polite. Ah, it's not as good as brother Zhu. His hand is king level poetry. Brother Zhu, you're the only one who didn't write a poem. Write it first. I'll take this poem to the Lord of an, and Mr. Song will appreciate it. "
Although Yun Wenmo was also very surprised, he thought that Zhu Yuanyuan had created three King level poems in a row. His comparison was a loss of people over people! What's more, I don't know what kind of poems Zhu Yuanyuan will produce in a short time. It's too early to be happy.
"Yes, Brother Yun." Zhu Yuanyuan also found that people around him were going to surround him, so he didn't stop yunwenmo.
"What can I write?" Zhu Yuanyuan waited until yunwenmo came to anmingwen and began to speak. He turned quickly in his mind. There were not too many ancient Chinese poems. He had to choose a classic one.
"By the way, I'll write this song after my entrance to the Academy."
Zhu Yuanyuan thought of a poem, which is a famous poem in China.
After thinking about it, Zhu Yuanyuan picked up the pen and began to write. This time, the four treasures of the study he used were all intermediate. He bought them himself in Mingjiang city. This is the best one that can be bought in Mingjiang city. Although it is not without high-level ones, others don't sell them."In the past, it was dirty and not worth boasting, but now it is boundless to think. I'll see all the flowers of Jizhou in a day
This poem was written by Meng Jiao, a famous poet of China and Tang Dynasty after he was admitted to the imperial examinations. The whole poem describes his elation after he won the gold medal. The past filthy is no longer worth mentioning, and the past grievances are all gone.
At present, all that remains is complacency and elation.
It may not be appropriate for Zhu Yuanyuan to write the book after becoming a scholar, but it is not a big problem. After all, the title of this time is No.1 scholar. He just wrote it according to the title.
"Boom
On the other side, an Mingwen and song Mosheng are still discussing the poems written by Yun Wenmo. Many scholars are gathered there. Then Zhu Yuanyuan's side suddenly becomes bright red. Suddenly, the sky of Mingjiang city turns bright red again. A noble spirit is contained in it, which makes people feel awe at the moment.
"What?"
"Oh, my God
"King level, this is the king level poetry
The new scholars on the scene felt the huge fluctuation of literary atmosphere and then turned around to have a look. All of a sudden, they saw Zhu Yuanyuan, which was shrouded in bright red culture. They were all shocked.
"King class, it's King class again, brother Zhu, you've completely suppressed me!"
Yun Wenmo smiles bitterly and shakes his head at the bright red literary atmosphere. He knows it will be like this. In fact, he is ready to be crushed, but what he didn't expect is that Zhu Yuanyuan has created a king's poetry for the fourth time.
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