After all the people in the hall calmed down, everyone didn't know who would come out to show off their slut. A tall and thin middle-aged official in the crowd said with a loud voice: "Everyone knows that there are young talents in the capital, so this thing that should be given to the rising stars."

Bao Zheng glanced at the official and knew that he was a member of the Kaifeng Prefecture that he had made trouble in the morning, and he must have been Ding Wei's accomplice. After hearing what he said, everyone here asked, "Who is the young talent in the capital?"[]

The middle-aged official pretended to be mysterious: "The young master of the Ding Xiangye family is very talented, well-read, and has a famous strategy in the capital. The younger generations in the city call him Xiao Zhuge. He definitely deserves the title of this young talent."

After the middle-aged official finished speaking, everyone in the hall nodded and said yes. On the one hand, the person who was echoed was because Ding Wei had a high position and was indeed because Ding Zaixin was quite famous in the capital.

Bao Zheng looked at the hall and saw Ding Zaixin in the hall. There were too many guests just now, so Bao Zheng didn't notice this person. Perhaps he had not walked around the front yard at the beginning. If he had met this person at the beginning, there would be a conflict in the front yard. However, today he only saw Ding Zaixin and a few noble men, but he did not see Liu Jiwu. I think this is a grand event for literati. Liu Jiwu is just a martial artist, and it is inappropriate to come here. Moreover, because my brother will ask about the killing in three days, he must have no intention of joining in the fun.

At this time, Ding Zaixin put a folding fan in his hand and smiled at all the literati and poets present, "How dare you show off your ugly face to all the literary seniors? But since everyone is unwilling to be the first person to come out, I will come out to do some graffiti and be a clumsy pioneer."

After Ding Zaixin finished speaking, he walked towards the four-sided copywriting table in the middle, picked up his pen and walked back and forth a few steps before the copywriting. He looked at the guests in the hall, thought for a moment, and wrote the next article on the paper.

Someone who is interested has read according to the chapter:

The jade platform is a beautiful palace, and the wine is filled with wine and cups. The songs and winds are clear and the poems are like the immortals.

As soon as Ding Zaixin's poem was read out, it immediately attracted a burst of cheers. Cao Zhi, the ancients, had seven steps to become a poem, and he was already a genius. Ding Zaixin had written a poem in less than seven steps, and his artistic conception and poetry were very consistent with the scene. He really deserved the title of young talent.

After Ding Zaixin finished writing, he did not return the meeting. He looked at Bao Zheng with malicious intentions. Bao Zheng was swept by his eyes and knew that he would definitely not escape the fate of being humiliated by him tonight.

Ding Zaixin clapped his hands and smiled, "I heard that there are rising stars in the capital for a long time. Not only are they valued by Lord Kou Zhunko, but the prince is also regarded as a guest of honor. Now he has never had any fame and fortune. However, he has already served as an important position in Kaifeng Prefecture, and has received the emperor's grace and is extremely honorable for a while. In the future, he is probably the best among younger generations. If he can be highly praised by so many people, he must be amazing in his literary talent!"

There was a sing of the noble son and Ding Zaixin in the hall. The noble son asked, "Young Master Ding, who is this hot person? Why not let everyone know his talents."

Ding Zaixin pretended to be mysterious and smiled and said, "This person is Bao Zheng, the magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture, who is sitting in the lower position today! Why don't we see what kind of talent this sensible person is today? Mr. Bao is worse than to compete with me on stage. If you beat me, I will give this nickname to Xiao Zhuge in the capital to you!"

As soon as Ding Zaixin said this, the guests in the hall were in an uproar. Ding Zaixin obviously wanted Bao Zheng to make a fool of himself. The literary style of the Song Dynasty was so prosperous, and all the ministers in the court were born in the imperial examination. If Bao Zheng had made a fool of himself at this literary event today, let alone being promoted to the title in the future, I was afraid that if I wanted to be a small official, I would be drowned by these literati and poets.

Just as Bao Zheng wanted to respond, Wen Yanbo shook his head and smiled, "Brother Ding is amazing, and my master is indeed a little better than you. However, my master is not interested in any nickname. As an apprentice, I only learned three points of my master's ability, but I really like this nickname, so I have to come and learn it!"

When Bao Zheng saw that Wen Yanbo was going to take the lead, he was immediately happy and free, but he knew in his heart that Wen Yanbo was just a delaying strategy, and Ding Zaixin and the others would still make things difficult for him in the end. Now that Wen Yanbo has bought time, he must come up with a trick to kill them. Otherwise, his reputation will be ruined and he will not want to get in the officialdom in the future!

After Wen Yanbo went up, he glared at Ding Zaixin. He was neither humble nor arrogant at such a young age. He walked to the copywriting of Sifang. Although he was not tall, he mentioned the pen and wolf hair, without thinking, and wrote the next lyrics!

The old literary man beside him looked at the lyrics written by Wen Yanbo, but he was amazed.

I saw that the paper said:

Yulin bell scolds Ding Young Master

The autumn wind falls, the fallen leaves know autumn, the cold moon frost and snow. The poems in the palace of Xianwang are in the gentle place, and the distant building whispers. The long sleeves blew the silver light, but the charm of the sky is dancing. The piano is rippling in the night sky, and the dusk is blew in the sky.

The dancer came to Yanya Pavilion, but unexpectedly he didn't meet a friend! Who is drunk tonight? The writing is clear and the writing is quiet and the poem is dim. This feeling is definitely a unique poem. If there should be a poem that lasts from time to time, only my teacher will write it!

Everyone just read the first half and couldn't help but cheer. When they saw the second half, their faces changed slightly. At first, they didn't know what the name of the word meant. After reading the next paragraph, they realized that the quirky Wen Yanbo was mocking Ding Zaixin for writing the poems that were garbage, and they didn't forget to brag about his master. Everyone had known that Wen Yanbo's master was Bao Zheng, and they couldn't help but look at Bao Zheng with strange eyes, wanting to see if Bao Zheng could write the eternal poems! Bao Zheng couldn't help but curse Wen Yanbo in his heart, but he was bragging too much, which made Bao Zheng feel even more stressed at this time.

At this time, Ding Zaixin, who was standing by, looked at Wen Yanbo's poems, his face turned red. He has always been praised as the leader by his elders, but today he was humiliated by a person younger than him. How can he not become popular?

He immediately pointed to Wen Yanbo and said, "Ignorance boy, you can't point me to my poems, but you don't know what your master can write. Don't take out three or five limericks to make us laugh."

Wen Yanbo replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: "My master's literary talent dare not say that his skills are overwhelming the whole audience. There are countless experts in the venue, such as the Eighth Prince's noble style, and the elders in the venue are all literary masters. Naturally, my master and I both sigh. However, some people are young and ignorant, but they describe themselves as young talents and arrogant, but they do not know that there are people outside others. There is heaven. The master has always taught me that being a man needs humility. I know that my literary talent is not outstanding, but my master is definitely a hundred times better than some arrogant people present. My master's poems, compared with the clumsy works of self-reporting young talents, can naturally be called poems of eternal times!"

Wen Yanbo's words made Ding Zaixin tremble a little angry. Ding Zaixin couldn't help but spread his anger on Bao Zheng indignation. He sneered and said to Bao Zheng: "Since Mr. Bao said that your literary talent is a hundred times better than me, I want to see what your talent is like. Seeing Mr. Bao calm at this time, is it possible to let a young child come out to show off his power?"


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