Datang New Giants

Chapter 146 The Chanting Begins

Many students spend time learning some self-defense skills, such as fencing, archery, and horse riding, in addition to their studies. Some even practice throwing pots.

Fang Shiqiang liked to practice playing things since he was a child. He mainly played small and hard things with his fingers, which was fun and subtle. After nearly ten years of practice, he really developed the ability to play with his fingers, not only accurately but also with great strength.

Lu Ting's sudden fall was Fang Shiqiang's masterpiece.

Yu Wenying didn't find out how Fang Shiqiang moved his hands. Seeing Lu Ting fall suddenly, he knew that this was Fang Shiqiang's masterpiece, so he gave Fang Shiqiang a thumbs up without any trace.

Hearing that the incense was about to burn out, Lu Ting turned his head and took a look at the incense that was about to burn out. He was also in a hurry. He didn't care to check the wound, so he picked up a brush and a piece of paper. The brush was a little dry, and put it in the ink After dipping the inkstone, he put all the ink that hadn't flowed completely into the bristles of the brush, and then said loudly: "Second brother, bend over."

Without even thinking about it, Chang Sun Chong immediately bent down.

Lu Ting put the paper on Chang Sun Chong's back, using his back as a table, looked at the pen, thought for a while, and then quickly started writing on the paper.

"This farmer is running out of time, and still refuses to give up?" Yu Wenying said in surprise.

Fang Shiqiang looked at the incense that was about to go out, then at the inkstones scattered on the ground, and said with a sneer, "The incense will go out in a few breaths, and he won't even have time to write a five-character poem. No matter how fast you write, if you run out of ink, there is no time for him to sharpen the ink."

Speaking of this, Fang Shiqiang said confidently: "The Tian Shenu surnamed Lu can be ruled out, and now it's just grandstanding."

Knowing that I have no hope, now I try to show up as much as possible, just like those young apprentices in the troupe who have not yet graduated from the stage, occasionally have the opportunity to go on stage, always want to stay a little longer, and try to stay on the stage and refuse to go down.

"That is, what's the use if you can't finish writing a poem?" Yu Wenying was determined.

The bet of [-] guan is stable, maybe he is lucky and can win the bull head lamp, not only can he choose any oiran to spend the night together, the most important thing is to become famous overnight.

Think about it and feel elated.

Lu Ting moved his pen like flying, writing quickly on the paper, without a single pause in the middle, when he finished writing the last word and finished writing, the incense used to count the time just burned the last bit of spice, and turned into a handful of white ash up in the air.

The ink of the brush is not full enough, and there is no ink available. When the last word "暮" is written, the ink is obviously much lighter, and you have to look carefully to see it.

With a sound of "dang", the waiter in charge of watching the time suddenly knocked on the gong in his hand and shouted loudly: "The hour is up, please put down the pen in your hand immediately if you pass the barrier."

Chief Lu let out a long sigh of relief, threw away the pen in his hand, and motioned to the waiter at the side to hand over the paper.

It can be said that it was completed by stepping on the dots. If there is one more breath later, this poem can't be finished.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, I wanted to make a finale appearance that attracted everyone's attention, but I didn't expect that I almost didn't even hand in the "roll".

The pretense was almost too much.

"Mr. Lu, this poem." The waiter looked at Lu Ting's poem and asked with some embarrassment.

I just wrote a line of ten numbers, and it doesn't look neat, as if it's not finished, so I still hand it in?

"It's time, just hand it in." Lu Ting said calmly.

The waiter responded and handed it over quickly.

Every poem will be sung in public after it is handed in. If it is well written, there is no problem. If it is poorly written, it will make people laugh if it is sung in public.

I have already reminded Lu Ting, and Lu Ting insisted on handing it in, so let's hand it in, even if he makes a fool of himself, it has nothing to do with him.

After the last poem was handed in, when Sun Shiyong received the poem from Lu Ting sent by the waiter, he was obviously taken aback. He looked at the somewhat embarrassed Lu Ting, then looked at the "poem" Lu Ting handed in, and shook his head. Shaking his head, he said, "It took me a long time to break through to the sixth level. I didn't expect that I didn't even finish the poem. It's a pity."

There are only a dozen or so characters, and you can’t even make up five-character quatrains. The unfinished poems are still presented. Is this the last stubbornness of a literati?
Not only was the poem unfinished, there was not even enough ink, and the characters behind were getting weaker and weaker, and the last character was almost unrecognizable.

Finally got a chance to stand out, but it turned out to be the last step.

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

"There is no rule without rules. It's just a pity for him. Rules cannot be broken." After a pause, Sun Shiyong said leisurely.

Participating in this kind of activities is to make a name for yourself, but now that you can't make a name for yourself, if you sing a poem like this, you will definitely be laughed at.

Wang Yongzhi waved his hand and said: "It's no pity, he is a child of Tian Han's family, so it's good to let him know the difference."

Lu Ting is a member of Prince Qin's mansion. Wang Yongzhi has always supported the prince. He doesn't have a good impression of Lu Ting, a poor boy who has no background and is on the wrong team. On the contrary, he faintly feels that he is annoying, eating and drinking without image , and deliberately set Fang Shiqiang up.

Wang Yongzhi also came from Wang Tong's family, and Fang Shiqiang was his own backwardness. From the beginning, Wang Yongzhi regarded Fang Shiqiang as his own.

He wanted to laugh at Lu Ting as a farmer's slave, but then he thought that he was a judge, so he shouldn't be too biased on the surface, so he changed his mind.

At this time, Kong Yingda turned her head: "Sun Huishou, shouldn't it be time to chant, the people below are all waiting impatiently."

For those who watch the Queqiao win the lamp, it is not important who wins the bull head lamp, what is important is to witness the release of the masterpiece as soon as possible. Many people prepare their own pens and inks to record. For this important event, Pingkangfang made way for it. During the lighting, the drum music stopped.

So as not to affect the onlookers listening to poetry.

Faintly heard someone asking loudly when to start reciting poems.

"Let's get started." Sun Shiyong nodded and ordered.

As soon as the order was given, someone knocked the gong three times and shouted loudly: "Start reciting poems."

The scene that had been a little disturbed just now fell silent again, and everyone focused on the sixth floor of the lamp building. The person in charge of recording put the pen in the inkwell, soaked it with ink, and prepared to record.

Soon, a strong and energetic servant took a piece of paper to the specially built small platform, and shouted loudly: "Now I am reading the works of Mr. Chang'an Yuwenying, the poem is titled " Bright lights shine on the capital."

In ancient times, there was no loudspeaker equipment, and there were too many audiences. In order to let more people hear, they would open their throats and shout out with all their strength.

Hearing that he was going to recite his own work, Yu Wenying stood up, walked to the conspicuous place of the railing, and bowed to those below.

This is an opportunity to show his face, and Yu Wenying will never miss it.

There was a burst of polite applause from below, it is worth encouraging to break through the sixth level.

After the applause stopped, the person in charge of the chanting first knocked on the gong to signal everyone to be quiet, and then chanted loudly:
"Che Xiaohua lights up the capital city. I still hate the palace leaks to promote the dawn.

The fragrance of flowers is heard in the Jiuchongtian, and laughter is heard in the five-colored clouds. "

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of applause from below.

Zhang Hu, who was on the judging panel, was the first to applaud: "That's right, this poem is magnificent, and its meaning is eternal. The fragrance of flowers can be smelled in the Jiuchongtian. It is interesting to use flowers to describe the paradise on earth. I think this poem can be rated as a middle school."

"Yu Wenying was born in the general family, but he didn't expect to be so accomplished in poetry. That's right, a certain one is also under his armor." Wang Yongzhi also said with a smile.

Kong Yingda thought for a while, and quickly said: "This poem is ingeniously structured and magnificent. If it sings praises, it can be awarded the first grade, but the title is flowers, which seems a little far-fetched. I think the second grade is more suitable."

Sun Shiyong nodded, turned his head to look at Du Zhengzang who was sitting farthest away, and said, "What's your opinion, brother Weishan?"

"What Dr. Kong said is reasonable, but this poem has added a lot of color in a strange way, let's go."

"Yi Shang" Sun Shiyong thought for a while, then turned his head and said to the recorder at the side.

Every judge has to comment and score the poems. The scoring standard has three levels: A, B, and C. Each level is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. After all the poems are recited and evaluated, the one with the highest score will automatically become the final winner. By.

After the chanter got the scoring results, he sang loudly: "Mr. Yuwen's splendid lights shine in Chang'an, and he won the first middle class, the lower class, the second middle class, the second upper class, and the second upper class. Congratulations to Mr. Yuwen."

As soon as the words fell, applause and cheers erupted at the scene.

Queqiao Seizing the Lantern is a well-known event in Chang'an. Those who can sit on the judging table are all famous people. It is already very good to get one A. Yuwenying won two A at once, which is equivalent to getting two judges. recognition.

After tonight, Yu Wenying can be regarded as recognized by the literary world, and has a small reputation.

"Mr. Yuwen, congratulations. You have won the top two. After tonight, there will be a new star in the literary world. Presumably, the people in Chang'an will be able to hear Mr. Yuwen's excellent works tomorrow." A familiar friend expressed his congratulations to Yuwenying.

Fang Shijie also said with a smile: "Third Brother's poem is well written, and it resonates in my heart as soon as I hear it. It's rare." Fang Shiqiang also expressed his congratulations.

Competitors around him also expressed their congratulations, and Yu Wenying said with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, those good works may be left at the end."

When speaking, Yu Wenying's eyes fell on Lu Ting, looking at Lu Ting with a half-smile.

After listening to such a good poem, I didn't come over to congratulate him. I really don't have the slightest insight. This farmer, who looks like he doesn't care on the surface, must have collapsed in his heart.

The healthy servant who sang "Glorious Lanterns Shine the Capital" retreated, and quickly replaced with a slightly thinner servant who stepped forward. After three gongs, he shouted loudly: "Now I am reciting the works of Mr. Chen Jiansong of Luozhou. Pay homage to the birthday man for the plum banquet."

Chen Jiansong from Luozhou stood up, walked to the railing and saluted. After showing his face, the servant immediately began to chant loudly:
"The cycle of the moon is mid-winter. The ten leaves are green onions.

In the fragrance of plum blossoms, there is a banquet, and in front of the cypress wine bottle, we pay homage to the birthday man. "

The quality of this poem is very high. Yu Wenying's poem uses flowers to describe the prosperity of the world, and Chen Luozhou's poem has a long artistic conception, using flowers to set off the good character of respecting and loving the elderly. Bottom, two B-ups and two B-middles.

(End of this chapter)