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The next night of the poetry meeting, the rules for entering were even bigger.

Although the Taoist nun Huaiyu is also famous for her poetry, her status is too low after all. Baiminghe and his group are four, and Sun Hu is a servant, so there is nothing to say about this. Even if Sun Yuanjun does not follow Baiminghe, he is qualified to enter the park. Baiminghe's father-in-law was once a juren, and his grandfather was also a local famous scholar.

Huaiyu finally entered the garden, and the face of Baiminghe played some role.

As soon as he entered the garden, Sun Yuanjun grabbed Bai Minghe.

"What's wrong?" Bai Minghe was a little surprised.

Sun Yuanjun pointed to the distance: "Look at the pavilion, two of the old men were grandfather's same year. Grandpa was barely considered famous scholars in our county, but in Zhuozhou, they really had to line up, and grandpa could not line up in front. This time, husband, you are in trouble!"

"I'm in trouble, are they here to make trouble for me?" Bai Minghe asked knowingly.

"Oh..." Sun Yuanjun sighed softly: "My husband was very popular yesterday, and there must be many people who are not convinced today. With these two old gentlemen present, my husband is afraid that he will have to pass one or two poems!"

Standing there, Bai Minghe had the urge to leave here.

It seemed that Bai Minghe's idea was seen, and Sun Yuanjun persuaded: "My husband must not retreat. If you retreat, there may be many remarks that are not conducive to your husband."

Bai Minghe understood that sometimes literati are very powerful, especially in the Ming Dynasty, who often bring out some great righteousness and saints' words to you. Black and white are all about the literary population.

"Forget it, the water comes and the soil is covered, and the soldiers come and stop it!" Bai Minghe gently patted the palm of his hand with the bamboo flute in his hand twice, and pointed forward with the bamboo flute: "We'll get into the seat!"

Although the white-famous crane was not qualified to sit in the pavilion on the second day of the park, it still built a shed.

Although it is just a few simple bamboo poles and a few cloth vines, it is the identity!

Prove that this poetry association has recognized the identity of a famous white crane!

The second day's poetry meeting began one hour earlier than the first day. As soon as Bai Minghe met, someone announced the beginning of the poetry meeting. The first item of the poetry meeting must be to introduce famous scholars in the poetry meeting.

From the editor-in-chief of Hanlin Academy, Lord Lu, the prefect of Zhuozhou, and then to the famous scholars from Zhuozhou, and the famous scholars from the capital, they read it one by one.

The white-famous crane was honored to be ranked last.

At the age of eighteen, I don’t know how many people envy me that I can rank here.

The second part is the presentation of poetry.

Lu Zhengqiu and the prefect of Zhuozhou both declined. With their status, there was no need to compete with young people for any reputation. After declining, a few comments as a referee were enough to make many young people happy.

The white paper is still white.

The first poem is about the plum blossom! The white paper handed over by the white crane. The second poem is named after the spring, and the free-acting poem is still the white paper handed over by the white crane.

It’s not that the white-famous he is arrogant, but in fact he can answer these two propositions. After all, he had memorized 300 Tang poems when he was a student. But now it’s the Ming Dynasty, and memorizing Tang poems will probably be criticized to death.

It’s better to hand over the blank paper.

The third time when I was blank, I sat in the pavilion and heard Lu Zhengqiu stand up.

"The white-famous crane in Guanzhong has been handed over three consecutive days. I will ask, "The white-famous crane." Among the stories you told yesterday, there is also a poem, and the sentence only envys the mandarin ducks but not the immortals, but it is a famous line. Although the lyrics after that, although not the poem or the lyrics, are also unique, and the sentences are fascinating."

Lu Zhengqiu came out to praise Bai Minghe, which made Bai Minghe happy.

Lu Zhengqiu's speech was much better than that of Zhuozhou prefect, or those old famous scholars.

At least you will give yourself a chance to speak.

"Reply to Lord Lu's words, I will finish the writing and swear that I will never write poems again!" Bai Minghe stood up and replied.

"When did I make an oath, and why?" Lu Zhengqiu really gave Bai Minghe a chance to speak.

Bai Minghe took another step forward: "Return to Lord Lu's words, the day when the night birth vowed was the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month last year. There are two reasons. If the night birth says one, it may be considered to be a fame. So the night birth only said one of the reasons, that is, the night birth was written on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, which was shocking, and it was unprecedented and there was no one to come. From then on!"

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, lightning and thunder in Xiaquan Village, hundreds of flowers bloomed.

This strange scene was reported to the Great Inner by the Jinyiwei, so this is not a secret.

A poem that shocked the world!

Is Bai Minghe's words credible? Many people began to discuss in a low voice.

Sun Yuanjun also asked behind Bai Minghe: "Husband, can this reason be convinced?"

Before Bai Minghe answered Sun Yuanjun, Lu Zhengqiu continued: "Bai Minghe, do you think this reason is enough to convince the scholars of Zhuozhou?"

"When I say to Lord Lu, any reason is just an excuse. Since it is an excuse, those who believe do not need an excuse to believe it. Those who do not believe it will not believe it no matter what reason or excuse it is. Why do I have to make people believe it? Is my talent in Baiminghe only in a poem?"

Bai Minghe's tone became a few stronger.

Lu Zhengqiu smiled and clapped his hands gently: "Very good, I believe your reason. But..."

Originally, Lu Zhengqiu said he believed it, but someone had already started to clamor, but suddenly this sentence came to a quiet moment.

"However, Bai Minghe, you are a little young and frivolous. I think you should let you understand that the world is so big that you can see the sky. Today, I am the leader, not as good as your poems. But you must accept a challenge, and the saying of victory or defeat will naturally have some success. You dare to face the challenge!"

Bai Minghe looked very hesitant, and his left hand was unnaturally held on the wrist of his right hand.

Bai Minghe had a bandage on his right hand. This was what he had tied to in order to pretend that his hand was injured and could not write. This action, in the psychology of later generations, was called psychological hints.

To put it bluntly, it is just to imply Lu Zhengqiu.

This is not a double act, this is a psychological suggestion, which is a kind of psychological skills.

"Don't worry, it's not as good as calligraphy and painting. I know that your hand is injured and I can't hold the pen!" Lu Zhengqiu said with a smile.

Lu Zhengqiu's doing this is to help Bai Minghe, and it is also helping these scholars reduce their hostility towards Bai Minghe. You should know that everyone has written poems, only you, Bai Minghe, pretending to be noble and stand out in a crowd. Isn't this arousing hatred?

So, Lu Zhengqiu is helping Bai Minghe.

"If Brother Bai Nian wins, I would like to present my own copybook written by Duke Yu of the prosperous Tang Dynasty that he copied at home."

Bai Minghe looked at it in the voice and it turned out to be Jiangcheng. This Jiangcheng was not intentionally causing trouble for him, but it was not an exaggeration for young people to bet.

Although this copybook is not vulgar, it is not as valuable as it is. Similar copybooks in the capital can range from ten to five hundred taels according to the reputation of the copybooks. Therefore, they are also valuable things.

Bai Minghe believed that this was a form of fun and was about to agree.

Suddenly, another spoke: "Mr. Bai, I am adding a piece of the green stone inkstone in Fuweng Taohe." Bai Minghe could see clearly. Who else could this be Yang Buwu? This guy is obviously here to make things unhappy for him.

hiss……

Everyone took a breath of cold air.

Judging from this reaction, this green stone inkstone is very expensive.

Bai Minghe took two steps back and began to ask for help from Sun Yuanjun. Sun Yuanjun thought for a moment and replied: "It is said that Huang Tingjian of the Northern Song Dynasty, whose name was Lu Zhi, called himself Shangu Taoist, and his later name was Fu Weng, also known as Mr. Huang in Yuzhang. There are rumors that in Mr. Huang's later life, he got a piece of original inkstone, polished by himself, and the inkstone had his own inscription. This piece of inkstone would not be bidding!"

"Is this old man Huang very famous?" Bai Minghe asked in a low voice.

Sun Yuanjun was so angry that he really wanted to hit someone. Is his husband really stupid? But he still explained in a low voice: "Huang Tingjian, Su Shi, Mi Fu, and Cai Xiang, and are also known as the four great masters of the Song Dynasty. Do you think he is famous?" Sun Yuanjun's tone was already a little angry.

Bai Minghe cursed in his heart: Such awesome thing can be placed in a provincial museum as a treasure in the modern era in later generations. Yang Buwu is crazy, if he fights with me, he will fight to the death.

After thinking about it, Bai Minghe thought he could not retreat and wanted to fight this game no matter how hard he was.

"I, Baiminghe, Guanzhong, responded. It's just this lottery..." Baiminghe said this, and Yang Buwu immediately interrupted: "Young Master Bai, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter if you can't get the corresponding lottery. Just shout three words here and I lose, that's enough."

Humble, this kid is crazy. Why do he think he has already taken it?

Yang Buwu is also a little celebrity, and he has his own arrogance. He gets up wherever he loses. Didn’t you defeat Mochou yesterday? But today, all the eight most famous singers in Zhuozhou are in the capital, and today they have another musical music.

If you want to teach Bai Minghe, there is not enough people in Zhuozhou to be able to take advantage of it.

Of course, if you go on stage and compete with a singer yourself, you can't afford to lose your face alone, let alone win or lose.

Bai Minghe naturally didn't know about the fact that the eight singers were sent to the capital, and it was impossible for him to know about it.

At the moment, Bai Minghe just knew that Yang Buwu was going to step on his face, so I would step on him back.
Chapter completed!