The best county magistrate

The next day, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, the venue for the literary fight was chosen in the square in front of the palace.

For this literary fight, a huge high platform was built in the square, and dozens of people could sit on it without feeling crowded.

It was past half time, and the warm sun became softer. Representatives from the two countries were seated on both sides of the high platform.

The audience was not only filled with officials, but also the common people surrounded the platform three levels inside and three outside.

After Emperor Jianwen said some polite words, Li Changliu came on stage to announce the rules.

"Today's literary battle will be decided by three games. The winner will be the one who wins two games and will be rewarded with a hundred pieces of brocade and ten thousand taels of silver..."

"In the first couplet, there are ten people from each side, a wheel battle!"

The people from the academy invited Yang Xuanchen once, but he just replied lightly, "The talented people from Jixia Academy are enough, so I won't go up to embarrass myself."

The words are meant for those three doctors. Who told you to look down on me so much when you were in the imperial study room before?

Anyway, the people from your school are the main force in Wen Dou. If we lose, it’s up to you to do trivial things to me, Yang Xuanchen.

Seeing that Yang Xuanchen was unwilling to fight, the three masters had no choice but to send out ten talented men they thought were more reliable.

After both sides took their positions, there was a roar from the audience, and everyone was cheering for the ten students who were the first to fight.

"Where's Mr. Xiao Yang! Why don't you see Mr. Xiao Yang!"

I don't know who shouted, and then a series of shouts hit the high platform like a tsunami.

"Yang Xuanchen!"

"We want Yang Xuanchen!"

The people seemed angry that Yang Xuanchen was not among the first ten people to fight, and many people had hateful looks in their eyes.

Even Yang Xuanchen, who was sitting on the stage, didn't expect that his voice would be so loud.

He touched his nose and smiled, "I have always been very low-key. Why do I feel like the common people know me."

Li Changliu pressed his hands slightly and slowly stopped the people's shouts.

He turned and looked at Liu Qingshan, and the two of them smiled knowingly. Hey, it seems that the secret campaign these days has been very effective.

What they were afraid of was that Yang Xuanchen would lose his temper and give up the burden, just like now.

We have arranged so many people to help you get your name out there. Even if you don’t show up in the first game, we won’t even let you show up in the next two games!

Li Changliu turned his gaze to the twenty people in front of him, his eyes stern and his expression became serious.

"The Bei Liao envoy will present the first couplet first, and the talented scholar from Dayan will present the second couplet. Those who respond to the second couplet can submit another upper couplet, and a stick of incense will be burned for a limited time."

His words were very crisp, and after he finished speaking, he stepped aside.

Talented men from both countries were very familiar with this type of literary battle, and soon the twenty of them had fierce sparks.

The first person to appear in Beiliao was a talented scholar from Moxiang Academy. He bowed to Emperor Jianwen and then bowed to the talented scholar Dayan.

"Spring returns to the earth and thousands of families are happy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the incense on the stage lit up.

The one who went to battle in Dayan was Lu Chuan, a well-known talent from Jixia Academy. It is said that he was known as the king. After he saluted, he said: "Blessed are all the households in China!"

As soon as the first and second couplets were published, they won praise from everyone.

This is a very good start. The first couplet is not difficult to come out, and the second couplet is also very neat and consistent with the artistic conception.

The Chinese land full of blessings represents the return of spring to the earth, which is both suitable and suitable for the occasion. The joy of thousands of households represents the joy of thousands of families, which also expresses the prosperity and prosperity of the school.

The judges from both countries smiled and nodded to each other.

Luc Chuan bowed his hand to the talented scholar from Bei Liao and said, "I'm lucky enough to give you my permission. I have a couplet here, please give me your advice."

“In winter, summer, spring and autumn, hold your head high to the sky with a thousand-year ambition!”

As soon as the first couplet came out, thunderous applause broke out from both the stage and the audience.

"Okay! This first couplet is good. I wonder how the people from Beiliao can match it."

"That's right, that's right, this first couplet not only has the changes of the seasons, but also has a sense of ambition. I'm afraid it will be difficult for people from Beiliao to deal with it."

There are still many literate people among the common people, and they speak highly of Luc Chuan's first couplet.

The time for burning incense passed quickly. The talented man from Beiliao sighed helplessly and patted the other person next to him to indicate that it was his turn.

With more time to prepare, this talented man from Northern Liao Dynasty quickly responded to the second couplet, "Wind, thunder, rain and snow, I immediately jumped up and jumped into my heart!"

Now it was the turn of the people in Beiliao to cheer for joy. The second couplet was so well matched that anyone with a discerning eye could spot it at a glance.

He smiled and said casually: "Mingyue Qingfeng came to the small pavilion, please give me some advice."

Lu Chuan frowned and thought for a while, then a smile appeared on his face: "The lone sail is far away in the south of the Yangtze River."

As worthy of being the rival king of the Academy, his level was quite good. His strength conquered the Northern Liao talents one after another until he met Yu Chi.

"Teacher, this Lu Chuan looks kind-hearted. Isn't he a descendant of the Lu Sikong family?" Yang Xuanchen asked Liu Qingshan beside him coldly.

"He is indeed Mr. Lu's grandson. This kid is only nineteen years old this year, and his future is limitless..."

The two whispered to each other for a few words and then turned their attention back to Wen Dou.

In the meantime, Yu Chi responded to Lu Chuan's first couplet, and then wrote another first couplet, "The color of the Moon Ming Pond is clear and emptiness!"

This first couplet has some meaning, and is a bit more difficult than the previous ones. At this time, Lu Chuan's brows furrowed into the character "Sichuan".

As the stick of incense continued to shorten, the fine sweat on his forehead became more and more dense. In the end, he still failed to solve the second couplet, and even the next nine people failed to solve it.

In just over an hour, Beiliao won Wen Dou's first victory.

When he was about to leave, Yu Chi nodded in Yang Xuanchen's direction, with a victor's smile on his face, full of provocation.

His actions couldn't help but make Yang Xuanchen laugh out loud. The little red man's tricks were not worth showing off.

"Can your Jixia Academy work?"

"That's right. If it doesn't work, let Master Xiao Yang come in!"

"What a bullshit academy, rubbish and disgraceful!"

At this time, Jixia Academy was loved and hated by the people just like the men's football team.

What I love is that they still have talented people like Lu Chuan who can fight many times, but what I hate is why he is the only one with such a talented person.

The boos, curses, and cheers in the audience merged into one, and slowly the people's slogans became unanimous again.

"Yang Xuanchen!"

"Yang Xuanchen!"

Yang Xuanchen looked around, and when he saw Emperor Jianwen looking at him with cold eyes, he knew that the next poem must appear.

He touched his nose and became shy, sighing secretly in his heart. Dear poetry immortals, poetry ghosts, please bear with me if I can borrow your poems again.

After resting for a while, Li Changliu returned to the stage and said, "Everyone, the second poetry competition is still a wheel battle. In this battle, there will be five contestants from each side."

"The poems written by you will be judged by Mr. Tuoba Zhongxuan, the first person in the literary world, Dr. Zhang Zizhou from Jixia Academy, and this Jijiu."

"In order to show fairness, the volume of transcribed poems was written by Master Liu Qingshan of the Hanlin Academy and his name was anonymized."

"Then now, both sides can discuss who to send to fight."

After speaking, he looked at the other two doctors from Jixia Academy, moved his lips and spoke silently, "You have to win this battle, you know."

The two doctors nodded solemnly and then called four students to come to them and give instructions. Then one of them walked up to Yang Xuanchen.

"Master Xiao Yang, Dayan can't afford to lose this battle and cannot lose, I..." As he said this, he leaned deeply towards Yang Xuanchen.

Yang Xuanchen hurriedly moved his buttocks to avoid such a big gift. He stepped forward and helped the old man up quickly.

"Sir, please put me at the end and let the four talented students from the academy take the spotlight first!"

"What if the four of them are enough?"

His words undoubtedly gave reassurance to the doctors at Jixia Academy.

Yang Xuanchen did not ignore Wen Dou because of the previous unhappiness in the Imperial Study Room. He is a person who understands the general situation, and we old guys are ignorant.