Datang: Starting from Li Jiancheng

Chapter 118
As Chen Lao's voice fell, a group of scholars immediately fell into contemplation, and as time went by, some scholars have stepped forward to write poems.

But its content is simply horrible.

Seeing this, Old Chen also frowned, feeling a little helpless.

Even Dou Yinger smiled, and then moved closer to Luo Bin and said, "Although I don't know much about poetry, I think what they wrote is nothing."

"You felt right this time, it's really nothing." Luo Bin nodded, then sighed softly.

At this moment, a young man in tattered clothes suddenly stepped forward, thought and thought with a brush, and then wrote his own poem on the wall with extreme caution.

"When you go out, don't feel sad when you smile, open your heart everywhere.

It is difficult to establish from nothing in current affairs, and high-ranking officials are not born by themselves.

Feng Tao looked back at the three islands in the sky, and Chen Yang counted the nine gai from the beginning.

Hugh believed in the child's frivolous words and scoffed at Mr. Zhao for sending the lampstand.

Li Wei has been working hard for a long time and is exhausted.

*********, *****.

The ex-judging is just Jun Enhou, and it is suitable to raise the clumsy just to defend the soldier.

Play and talk about stories with Shan's wife, try to sing to ruin the old scalp. "

——Poetry selected from Lin Zexu's poems

When a poem came down, countless people praised it, and Chen Lao who was beside him also stepped forward in surprise, "It's really a good poem."

Luo Bin also frowned and stepped forward to look, and then he couldn't help applauding, "That's a good sentence, *****!"

"I can't see how my little brother has such a heart at such a young age."

(Due to the need of the content, Lin Zexu’s poem is used, and the setting here is the young man’s current poem.)
The young man stroked his hair in embarrassment, and then said with a smile: "Your Majesty praised it absurdly, and it is worthless compared to his hundred drunken poems."

Luo Bin was even more embarrassed when he heard this. He didn't write a hundred poems while drunk, but wrote a hundred poems while drunk.

"Master Hou has always been a role model in the hearts of young students. Xiaosheng has also read one of his [-] poems."

"It is precisely after reading Hou Ye's poems that Xiaosheng's ability to write poems can be improved."

"If Xiaosheng wasn't too old, he really wanted to be a student at Lord Hou's Taiping Academy."

The scholar was talking non-stop on the side, his eyes full of admiration.

Luo Bin touched his nose in embarrassment, and then said: "It's impossible to be a student, but with your knowledge, you can go to my Taiping Academy to be a teacher."

"Oh, I don't dare to take it seriously." The scholar waved his hands immediately when he heard the words, and said, "I know my knowledge is shallow, how can I compare with people like Lord Hou and Wang Daru."

"You don't have to be modest. We can talk about the rest later. It's better not to delay other people's creation now."

Luo Bin smiled, and then sat back down.

The scholar also bowed to Luo Bin and Chen Lao and returned to his seat.

However, after the scholar's poem came out, many people gave up on creation directly, and the few people who came to the stage after that were also far behind that scholar.

It wasn't until after a long time that no one went up to write again that Old Chen stepped forward with a smile on his face, "If no one wants to continue writing now, I will announce that this poetry conference is over."

After saying that, Mr. Chen waited for a little while, and after knowing that no one would continue, he said: "Okay, then I announce that this poetry conference is over."

"Next, let's ask Lord Hou to tell who the No.1 in this poetry competition is."

Luo Bin got up when he heard the words, and then smiled and said: "I believe that even if I don't say it, everyone should know it in their hearts."

"If you want me to judge, the No.1 this time must belong to this little brother."

As Luo Bin spoke, he pulled the little scholar forward, and then said: "I believe that the person who can write ***** must not be an ordinary person. I hope you will continue to work hard and say Maybe one day you can really scold Fang Qiu in the court, and share the honor and disgrace with the country."

"Thank you, Lord Hou." The scholar cupped his hands at Luo Bin a little excitedly.

When Mr. Chen saw this, he immediately stepped forward and handed over the prize of this competition, that is, ten taels of silver to the scholar, "No. Please take the two pieces of silver, little brother."

"Thank you, Boss Chen." The scholar bowed to Mr. Chen with tears in his eyes.

After taking a sideways look at Luo Bin, Mr. Chen continued, "Well, since Master Hou is here today, I wonder if we can use this as the title and compose a poem for us to appreciate?"

As soon as Chen Lao finished speaking, a group of students followed suit.

"Master Marquis, please write one. You haven't published a new poem for a long time since you last wrote one hundred and eight poems in one go."

"Yes, Lord Hou, I have memorized all of your one hundred and eight poems by heart, please hurry up and write another one."

The award-winning scholar also looked at Luo Bin expectantly, and couldn't help persuading him: "Master Hou, Xiaosheng also wants to see the gap between Master Hou and Xiaosheng."

Seeing this, Luo Bin pursed his lips helplessly. It seemed that he wanted to learn from Lao Du's poems again.

"Okay, since everyone has kindly invited you, Luo will make a fool of himself."

After speaking, Luo Bin stepped forward, took a brush and wrote a few big characters on the paper.

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

Tears are splashed when feeling, and I hate goodbye and startle.

The flames lasted three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold.

The white hair is scratched shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. "

Luo Bin was praised by countless people as soon as he wrote the pen, and the scholar just copied it down with a pen, "Hou Ye is really worthy of being a poet. Although this poem is only four short sentences, it really covers everything. The blood swells."

"Little brother, it's serious." Luo Bin waved his hand, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "I wonder if little brother has time? It's going to be lunch time soon, and it happens that this place is not far from my Taiping Restaurant, little brother Can you have a few drinks with me?"

"Taiping Restaurant? This is too expensive..."

The scholar showed embarrassment when he heard the words, and then smoothed his crumpled clothes with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, Ben Hou is the owner of this restaurant, I don't need money to eat." Luo Bin directly grabbed the scholar, and then said: "This is an order, you must not refuse."

"If that's the case, I'd rather be respectful than obedient." The scholar nodded, and then left with Luo Bin and Dou Yinger.

After leaving the door, Luo Bin raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't know what the little brother's name is?"

"My surname is Xu, and my single name is Shen." Xu Chen said respectfully.

"Xu Chen... is a good name." Luo Bin nodded, his eyes full of appreciation.

(End of this chapter)