From a freeloader to a world leader

Chapter 315: Poetry Contest Begins

"The Hengzhou Lantern Festival Poetry Competition is now open. Please come and write!"

About half an hour later, after the wedding banquet was over, Zhang Pingan, as the governor of Hengzhou, waved his hand gracefully and announced the start of the poetry competition.

At this time, the entire Honglou Hotel was packed with at least four to five thousand people.

There were guests consuming in the Red Mansion, as well as various onlookers who came here after hearing the news.

Even more people are waiting in the large square and streets outside the Red Building, unable to enter.

Wang Baoyu swallowed nervously. He really didn't expect that his small proposal would arouse the eager anticipation of the dignitaries and people in the city.

If I can successfully win the crown, it will be more than just the 6000 silver prize.

He even swept across the scenery of Sun Shan fiercely, allowing Princess Kewei to have a good look.

I, Wang Baoyu, am the peerless handsome man who not only has a good appearance, but is also full of talent!

Zeng Guofan secretly suppressed his nervousness, picked up his pen slowly and carefully, and wrote out the poem that he had thought about thousands of times in his mind:

"Fire trees and silver flowers are blooming, the iron locks of the star bridge are unlocked. The dark dust follows the horses, the bright moon follows the people. The dancing girls are all in graceful plum blossoms, and the singing girls are all in falling plum blossoms. The imperial guards do not stop the night, and the jade clock does not urge us."

Wang Baoyu was full of confidence, and he wrote down the poem he bought from the famous poet Zhang Xing of the empire for 1000 silver coins.

"Lights without the moon are not entertaining, and the moon without lights is not spring. When spring comes, people are like jade, and the moon is like silver under the lights. The streets are full of village girls wearing pearls and jade, and the music and singing are like the gods of the community. If you don't show your beauty and smile, how can you spend this good time."

Seeing that everyone was writing, Yang Kexin couldn't help but get impatient. She glared at Sun Shan who was still looking around and said, "You should write now. Don't say you can't write on a day like today. That would be embarrassing."

"What are you talking about? Is your husband that person?"

Sun Shan turned his head and looked at Yang Keyin's hands grinding ink. After he developed her, her delicate face became more and more beautiful. He couldn't help but teased her mischievously, "It seems that you don't believe in your husband's ability. It seems that I have to work overtime tonight."

Hearing this, Yang Keyin's legs went limp, her body shuddered, and she almost spilled the ink in her brush and inkstone.

She has suffered a lot from Sun Shan's attacks in the past month.

Fortunately, there were Qiuyue, Qiuju and others to replace her, otherwise, she felt that she would be tortured to death by Sun Shan in bed!

"Add your head!"

Yang Kexin blushed and spat at Sun Shan. She added with an itchy heart: "If you win the crown today, I will promise you that-----"

"Really?"

Sun Shan couldn't help but smile when he saw Yang Kexin actually brought up this matter on her own initiative.

For being able to control a gifted girl like Yang Keyin, he could suppress her like a small animal and allow himself to have whatever he wants.

It's really the most comfortable thing.

"real."

Yang Keyin nodded shyly.

In front of thousands of people, he was actually discussing sex activities with that bad guy Sun Shan.

This really made Yang Kexin, who had always been taught to follow the rules, feel extremely embarrassed.

But in order to provoke Sun Shan, the big bad guy, he nodded firmly.

Anyway, there is no way I can escape from his clutches.

Besides, Qiuyue and the others seemed to be feeling very comfortable when they were lying like that.

"Haha, my lady, just look at me-----"

As he spoke, Sun Shan wrote with a flourish, and the verses about thousands of horses and golden swords, which penetrated the paper with his pen power, flowed like the surging Yellow River!

Yang Keyin was stunned!

Yang Kewei, who was standing on the side with her lips pouting, was also dumbfounded!

In addition, Qiuyue and youngest sister Sun Yuxiang were also dumbfounded.

Although, their knowledge is limited, they can hardly see what is so shocking about these poems and calligraphy.

However, just those words that revealed murderous intent and heroic spirit made my soul numb.

Moreover, the first sentence of this poem is: "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky?------"

It felt like ten thousand mountains were rushing towards me.

It felt like there were ten thousand moons dancing under the brilliant starlight.

"Okay, everyone stop it and hand in your poems!"

Seeing that Sun Shan had finally finished writing after dragging his feet, Zhang Pingan waved his hand and said, "Hengzhou Lantern Festival Poetry Competition, let's start judging the poems now!"

As the president of Chuanshan Academy and a famous scholar in the empire, Wang Fuzhi was naturally one of the main judges of this poetry competition.

In addition, there are several princes of Heng who just made a fortune, and Wang Deban, an old scholar from the Wang family who came to Hengzhou to take charge of the affairs.

"Not bad!"

Wang Fuzhi took Zeng Guofan's familiar handwriting, nodded frequently, and read: "Fire trees and silver flowers are combined, and the iron locks of the star bridge are opened. The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon follows the people. The dancers are all graceful, and the plum blossoms are falling while singing. The Jinwu does not stop the night, and the jade clock does not urge us. "

"It has a bit of the charm of a prosperous era. No matter the writing style or the concept, it is an excellent choice!"

Upon hearing what Wang Fuzhi said, several other judges also turned their heads to look.

After savoring it for a moment, he shook his head as if he had drunk some wine, and followed suit, praising, "Not bad, good poem, good poem!"

At this time, Wang Deban also found Wang Baoyu's familiar brushwork. He pretended not to have read it at first, then, with a slight tremor in his body, he laughed joyfully and then sang with great passion: "Without the moon, there is no entertainment; without the lanterns, there is no spring. When spring comes, people are like jade; under the lanterns, the moon is like silver. The streets are full of village girls in pearls and jade, and the music and singing are like the gods of the community. If you don't show your beauty and smile, how can you spend this good time?"

By the time he finished reading, there were students and enthusiasts in the entire Red Mansion who were well versed in poetry.

They all applauded and cheered: "Good poem! Good poem! I think this poem is even better than the previous one!"

"Bullshit! I think the poem that Shanzhang Wang just recited is more interesting. Listen to it: The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon follows the man. It's so sentimental and literary. It really touches my heart!"

This time, there were quite a lot of people attending the poetry reading.

The main reason is that the stakes are too high, no matter whether you understand it or not, or are proficient in it or not.

But what if something I wrote randomly gets ranked first?

Wouldn’t that mean you’ll get 6000 taels of silver?

Besides, he has surpassed the Shanzhong Xiucai and the imperial flower man, so he can gain both fame and fortune.

So, there were more than 200 people painting on the spot.

Although Yang Yuanqing was not very proficient in poetry, as a member of the royal family, he was raised in the midst of poetry since childhood.

After seeing a lot, I have developed the ability to appreciate.

After reading twenty or thirty poems in a row, I still haven't seen any better than the two just now.

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

At this moment, a familiar handwriting, exuding a bold and heroic poem, appeared before my eyes.

He couldn't help but clench his fist and held it tightly in his hand.

Then, my eyes grew bigger and bigger, and the more I looked, the more I couldn't control myself.

My whole body began to tremble, and I felt a surge of heroic spirit rushing back and forth in my chest.

It's like there are ten thousand horses running over my heart!