When decorating the literary arena, Zhao Yunming was particularly active. Not only did he send someone to the royal family to take over, but he also strongly suggested that Su Laoquan learn to compete for martial arts and attract marriage and set up the venue on the street outside the door.

Du Shouyi tried every means to stop him, and finally the literary arena was set up in front of the Soviet house and the people were not allowed to watch.

But Zhao Yunming still sent someone to invite a group of teachers and students of Meishan Academy, as well as local Gao Ru and Junxiu, to watch the battle.

Du Shouyi was about to go up to argue, but Du Ruo stopped him: "Dad, it's not a problem."

Du Shouyi looked at Du Ruo helplessly, thinking that, anyway, you are a fool-protected person in Meizhou, and there seems to be no need to cover up, just throw it away.

"No one knows that the little prince has first-class literary talent. If he had not been unable to participate in the imperial examination as a royal family, he would have been the top scorer!"

"There is no doubt about this. I heard that last year, the little prince participated in the exam under a pseudonym and easily won the first name Jieyuan!"

"So, Du Ruo, this fool, dares to fight with the little prince, and his mind must be in trouble!"

The invited people were talking in the yard and laughing, and the gatehouse facing the yard had been cleaned up, which was the main venue of Wendou.

At this time, four people sat side by side in the main seat, Su Laoquan and Meishan Academy, and Fang Juxiao sat in the middle. The local famous scholar Fang Juxiao sat in the middle. The two were Du Shouyi and Zhao Yunming, parents of both sides.

On the front stage of the four, contestants Du Ruo and Zhao Zongze stood on the left and right, facing each other. Zhao Zongze was so majestic, proud and upright, with extraordinary demeanor.

Du Ruo also looks handsome, with long and tender faces and handsome eyebrows.

However, unlike Zhao Zongze's posture, he opened his mouth slightly and looked at the position behind Su Laoquan with a dazed expression. Seeing Su Xiaomei behind Su Laoquan lowered her head shyly.

"well!"

Seeing that his son was so incompetent, Du Shouyi had no choice but to support his forehead.

Everyone in the audience also laughed at Du Ruomenglang in secret. He was not as good as the little prince's literary talent, and his cultivation was even worse.

Du Ruo didn't want to lose his composure, but memory was not as impactful as reality. Su Xiaomei over there was so beautiful. She was wearing a light purple skirt, with a jasper hairpin, her skin was brighter than snow, and her waist was slender. Although her eyebrows and eyes were agile, her body still had a quiet and graceful classical temperament, which made people addicted.

Su Che beside her also made Du Ruo look at him. Su Che was smiling and whispering to the students who were familiar with him in the audience, which was funny and elegant.

"Why are I, Poxian, not here?"

Du Ruo was a little disappointed when his idol Su Shi was not here. He had only a blurry image of Su Shi in his mind, and he knew that he was more elegant than Su Che.

"cough!"

After being reminded by Du Shouyi's cough, Du Ruo finally corrected his expression. Anyway, he would meet his idol sooner or later.

"Everyone, my little girl is not talented, thanks to the love of the magistrate and the prince... Now I imitate the ancients' "Bongping Shooting Bird" and set up a special literary contest to choose a good son-in-law."

Su Laoquan stood up and made an opening remark. The people in the audience laughed at Du Ruo for wanting to eat swan meat.

"This article is mainly based on lyrics, and Dean Fang gave the question and evaluated it. We and three other parents also participated in the review... Finally, the little girl chose it herself."

Su Laoquan said the rules of writing. Su Che turned to Su Xiaomei and smiled. Su Xiaomei lowered her head and smiled. The woman chose her son-in-law himself, which was a great luck for women of this era.

The three parents participated in the review, but everyone had no objection to fairness. They were all well-educated people and would not favor personal gains in full view of the public.

Furthermore, the little ink in Du Ruo's belly can produce any words, but I'm afraid it's difficult to rhyme. In fact, there is no need to comment carefully, and you can decide the outcome.

Fang Juxiao, the president of Meishan Academy, stood up. He was not interested in this Wenbi, which had such a huge gap in strength, so he planned to keep it as simple as possible. After the end, it was better than the two families of Prince Su, the eldest son of Quan'an, and the two families of Prince Su and the first-class people who drank and played with the wine were really enjoyable.

"Ahem."

After clearing his throat, Fang Juxiao said to Du Ruo and Zhao Zongze and the others: "First question, you can choose the lyrics and cards by yourself, and write this time, a stick of incense."

After saying that, someone brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and someone lit incense next to him.

Everyone's eyes were gathered on the two of them, and the students and guests in the audience were no longer noisy.

"snort!"

Zhao Zongze raised the corner of his mouth coldly, pondered for a moment, and then started writing without adding any points.

"I am worthy of being the little prince!"

Everyone was secretly admiring, and even Su Xiaomei stood on tiptoe and looked at Zhao Zongze.

Du Ruo hesitated on the side, not because he couldn't write it out, but because there were too many goods in his mind and didn't know which one to choose.

‘Which one should be chosen for "Ru Meng Ling", "Drunk Flower Yin" and "Sheng Sheng Slowly"? Or should I consider Xin Qiji? Or should I choose a poet from the Ming and Qing Dynasties?

Du Ruo didn't feel like he learned many words when he was in school, but now he has found that he has quite a lot of them.

But the questioner said that he wanted to write "this time", which included a lot at this time. Writing poems and lyrics is nothing more than expressing emotions in the scenery. First of all, you must understand your own mood, but what should I feel now?

Of course, it cannot be the novelty and excitement after traveling through time, it should be...'

Du Ruo loved Su Xiaomei deeply, but died of depression because his father had a marriage contract. Before his death, he also thought about whether the divorce was Su Xiaomei's intention. Whenever he thought of this, he recalled the intimate scene with Su Xiaomei's childhood sweetheart, and he felt even more sad.

'knew!'

Thinking of this, Du Ruo immediately understood which poem to write. He silently apologized to the original author of the poem, and then took the pen.

“Yo?”

When everyone saw him picking up the pen, they were shocked and immediately gloated, waiting for him to make some bird words.

Du Ruozheng was writing that Zhao Zongze had finished writing, which attracted everyone's praise.

After Du Ruo finished writing, he signaled Zhao Zongze to recite the lyrics written in public, which is also the general rules of literary essays.

Zhao Zongze did not look at Du Ruo, so he bowed to the four judges first, and then began to recite in public:

"My song is "Bu Suanzi. Xiaochun" - the March flowers in Meishan, the light rain adds to the tenderness.

A stream is oozing on the branches, and I ask for a visit to the wind.

The Jingzhe sent hibernation, and the spring was soft.

I went out for a walk in two groups and three, and it happened to be full of new sunshine."

After reciting, everyone present applauded. The four judges who received the manuscripts circulated did not stop. Needless to say, Zhao Yunming said, "It is the right time and is quite interesting" in the poem "Su Laoquan praised the poem "as the best, and it can be achieved overnight, which is even more rare, comparable to Cao Zijian."

Even after Du Shouyi read the lyrics, he had to laugh and praise: "Good lyrics, good lyrics!"

Su Che looked at Zhao Zongze in the venue with appreciation, and Su Xiaomei raised her head with shame, peeked at Zhao Zongze, and recited the sentences in his lyrics in his heart.

It's really good.

"It's time for Du Ruo."

Fang Juxiao pointed at Du Ruo, and everyone in the audience looked at him, looking at him or mocking him. Some bastards imagined that he would read some nonsense words and were about to laugh out loud.

On the stage, Du Shouyi pinched his eyebrows, unable to bear to look at Du Ruo, and Su Xiaomei couldn't bear to look at him.

Not to mention that pearls and jade are ahead, it is rare for him to write a complete poem.

"Ahem..."

With a cough, Du Ruo had a bit of a miserable temperament of recovering from a serious illness.

"I am not talented and my work "Sheng Sheng Slowly"..."

When he heard that he was writing such a long poem, everyone in the audience became even more disdainful. In such a short time, even though the little prince's talent had made a short poem, how dare this kid writes a long poem?

I have to listen to the words on the street stalls!

"Search and search, cold and deserted, miserable and miserable!"

Du Ruo chanted the first sentence, and everyone was stunned. The opening was a bit stunning, and it actually rhymes...

Du Ruo continued: "When it is still cold, it is the most difficult to calm down."

Fang Juxiao and Su Laoquan nodded at the sight. This sentence was exactly the same as "this time". Zhao Yunming frowned slightly on the side, and Du Shouyi looked at Du Ruo in surprise. He was originally ready to be embarrassing and was somewhat expectant.

"How can three cups and two cups of light wine be against him? The wind is coming in the evening?

The geese pass by, but they are sad, but they are acquaintances in the past."

After reciting the previous chapter, there were already people in the audience applauding, and everyone recalled the last sentence in their hearts. Su Laoquan and others looked at him in surprise.

At this time, Du Ruo looked at Su Xiaomei behind Su Laoquan.

It seems to be asking her: Little sister, is this geese still acquainted with me in the past?

Su Xiaomei is kind and kind, how could she not know that the meaning of the poem is to tell herself that she blushed and met Du Ruo's gaze, with a guilty and helpless look on her face.

Du Ruo continues to read the words:

"Yellow flowers are piled up on the ground. They are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?

How can I get dark by myself when I guard the window?

The sycamore tree is even more drizzling, and it is a little bit by bit until dusk.

This time, how can you be sad?”

In the next chapter, Du Ruo combined his personality and pretended to be sad and read it in one breath. The audience was silent, and people either lowered their heads and savored, or were dumbfounded, or were unbelievable.

"Good lyrics! What a 'this time, how can one be sad'! This lyrics can be passed down through the ages!"

A silence broke through the praise, Su Laoquan stood up excitedly, staring at Du Ruo with wide eyes, full of admiration.

Crazy...

In an instant, everyone in the audience applauded and cheered.

Du Ruo smiled modestly on the stage, thinking that the poem "Yi'an" was selected as a textbook for later middle schools. How could it not be awesome?
To be continued...