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Chapter 409 Second Round Exam Questions
Luo Lei's poem can be said to be the best one I have read so far.

With such a great talent, it is no wonder that this Luo Lei has long been rumored to be the number one scholar in the next imperial examination.

"Look at Luo Lei's poems. Although they are talented, there is a romantic atmosphere in the words and expressions." Shen Hongru said to Gu Chen after listening.

The people around were also whispering, and they didn't seem to like Luo Lei's poem very much.

People who can write such poems are not lovable, although they are talented.

Immediately afterwards, Shangguanyi read the poems of several people, and they all won some applause.

Although everyone didn't like Luo Lei's poems very much, they had to admit that his poems were the best ones so far.

Li Fu has been sitting in his seat, but Shangguanyi never came to his side.

Luo Lei sneered, and said mockingly: "Haha, I guess this kid didn't even write the words, so Shangguan didn't even look at him."

Hearing what Luo Lei said, many people laughed.

However, after reading the poems of many people, Shangguanyi finally came to Li Fu's side and picked up the paper in front of him.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, call it immediately. Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

Just after reading it once, Shangguanyi's eyes changed drastically, and her whole body trembled, obviously very excited.

Such a magnificent text, which fully reflects the cruelty and ruthlessness on the battlefield.

After hearing it, the students around fell silent, pondering the charm of the poem.

It wasn't until Shangguanyi put down Li Fu's poems and returned to her place that everyone burst into applause.

Shangguanyi waved her hand, signaled for everyone to be quiet, and announced: "Those whose names I have read will pass the test, and those who have not passed the test, let's work harder next year."

"Those who pass the test today can participate in the banquet at the Huxin Pavilion tonight, which is a reward for everyone."

Luo Lei looked at Li Fu with hatred in his eyes, and he never thought that Li Fu could write such a level of poetry.

Soon, Shangguanyi read out the names of the people who passed the first round.

Among them, Li Fu, Luo Lei, Su Qingqing, and Zhou Han were among them, and Shen Hongru and Gu Chen also passed the test.

With the end of the first round, the second round of exam questions will be announced immediately - wine.

"Everyone can use wine as the topic, and each can play their own game. At that time, the old man will personally select a student to be the winner of the second round."

As soon as Gao Shilian's words came out of his mouth, everyone present sighed with emotion.

In the first round of the competition, as long as the level is up to standard, you can pass, but in this second round, only one person will pass.

Li Fu smiled, in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, literati loved wine very much, and poems about wine appeared frequently.

As soon as the test questions came out, many students began to write poems.

However, Li Fu couldn't help shaking his head when he thought of wine. He really didn't like wine from this dynasty.

That's why he brewed a lot of wine by himself before, which relieved his craving.

Zhou Han walked up to Li Fu at this time and said to Li Fu: "Master Li, when I talk about wine, I think of the fine wines in your house."

"To tell you the truth, since I drank your wine, I have no taste at all when I drink other wines, just like drinking white water."

When Li Fu heard this, he smiled generously and said, "Okay, don't be poor, I'll get you a few more barrels later, so that you can drink enough for a meal."

Zhou Han chuckled, since he had achieved his goal, he didn't say much.

Wu Hai also rushed over at this time, pulled Li Fu and said, "Hey, brother Li, you can't be so partial, you have to get me a few buckets!"

Li Mu smiled wryly, and agreed. Anyway, there are still a lot in his wine cellar, and he keeps them for drinking. He doesn't know when he will drink them.

At this time, Su Qingqing also came over, and said to Li Fu: "Mr. Li, you have a share, why don't you get some for us."

[Damn, what's the situation, why are these girls so direct, asking for something from a boy who hasn't spoken to him? 】

[As expected of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, people's minds are really open. 】

[This is in other dynasties. These ladies probably don't go out very much, let alone talk to other men. 】

Li Fu was a little amused, he didn't expect these girls to be interested in wine, so he agreed.

It wasn't a big deal anyway, and Li Fu didn't care too much.

Back to business, Li Fu looked at the exam questions and felt a little reluctant to participate in this round of competition.

Because I don't really like drinking, I'm not very interested in this topic.

If it is about food, then Li Fu can still search in his own mind and find some poems to compare with them.

But Li Fu is really not interested in wine.

After thinking about it, Li Fu decided to just write a random song to deal with it.

In any case, since I am here to participate in this poetry competition, it is better to participate in the entire process.

At this time, quite a few people had finished writing poems and started to show off.

In Li Fu's eyes, the works of these people are so vulgar that they are not worth seeing at all.

Li Fu has no interest in such boring poems, so don't raise Shilian and the others.

Gao Shilian and Shangguanyi sat in their seats, not even in the mood to stand up and comment.

At this moment, Zhao Han suddenly walked over with a glass of wine.

Because the topic this time was wine, many of the students present raised their wine glasses.

Zhao Han was ridiculed by Li Fu before, but now he is also thinking about saving face.

Seeing Zhao Han walking towards this side, Zhou Han smiled and said, "Young Master Zhao, what's the matter, your skin is itchy, don't you feel happy coming here?"

Zhao Han chuckled, and didn't care about Zhou Han's unfriendly tone, so he said to a few people, "What's the matter, everyone, why don't you write poems?"

"Or, you have limited ink in your belly, are you afraid of embarrassing yourself when you write it?"

"Hahaha, let me tell you, it's actually not a big deal. We are usually on good terms and are of the same generation. How can we laugh at it?"

This Zhao Han is usually used to yin and yang, so whenever he speaks, he always thinks how to disgust others.

To develop such a habit, his mother Hu can be said to be the biggest contributor.

Wu Hai looked at Zhao Han with a strange look, as if he was a fool.

(End of this chapter)