Updated: 2012-08-24

Luo Ding was so proud that he heard a voice laughing: "Young Master Luo, the literary flower has not yet come up, who will win and who will lose, it has not yet been finalized. It is still too early to be happy now."

Luo Ding laughed suddenly, and everyone looked in the voice, but he saw that it was Mr. Lan from Caotang Academy who was speaking.

If someone else said this, Luo Ding would not retort, but Caotang Academy is very famous in Yunshan Mansion, and all the elites in Yunshan have produced Caotang. Mr. Lan has a very high prestige among literati scholars. Not to mention Luo Ding, even Luo Shiheng, the commander of the garrison army, should respect Mr. Lan three points when he saw Mr. Lan. Otherwise, offending Mr. Lan would be equivalent to offending the literati of Yunshan Mansion and even Xishan Road. This is a huge force.

There are many students of Caotang Academy, who have served as officials and are separated from various Qin dynasties. Some of them are already officials in Beijing. Not to mention others, the first person in Caotang Academy is Xu Congyang, the current left-level censor of the Censorate, who is of high status and powerful status. It can be said to be a symbol of Caotang Academy. Caotang Academy seems to be just a high school, but the complex connections behind it are that even the Governor Qiao Mingtang dare not underestimate it.

No matter how stupid Luo Ding is, he dare not offend Mr. Lan at all.

Mr. Lan stood up, still maintaining a kind smile, and said, "The next one is the choice of Wenhua. The six girls are currently ranked, but whoever belongs to the courtesan in the end depends on whether the talents have the ability to change their rankings."

The literati and poets in the courtyard looked at each other, and finally one of them walked out slowly. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked to Mr. Lan's long table, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Students would like to show their ugly faces here!"

Mr. Lan shook his head and said solemnly: "There is no such thing as ugliness in writing. There is only one difference between being clear and not being clear. Let's try it!"

The man stepped forward, and someone immediately presented a pen, ink, paper and inkstone next to him. The man held a wolf's hair in his hand, and thought for a moment, and began to write on the paper. There was silence all around him. The railings on the second and third floors were also surrounded by girls, and they looked around.

After a while, the person put down his wolf's hair, gave a deep gift, and stood aside.

This man wrote several pieces of paper, and then the three gentlemen took the paper to see it. Compared to the flowers that were just now, the flowers of the writing seemed very quiet this time. The huge courtyard, with hundreds of people upstairs and downstairs, no one made a sound.

The three gentlemen looked at the poems written by this person one by one, and they all shook their heads gently. The man stood aside and saw the three gentlemen nodding repeatedly, and his heart suddenly became cold.

Soon, Mr. Lan raised his hand and said, "You go down first!"

The man bowed down again and was depressed.

After he stepped down, several more scholars came forward, both old and young, silent. These people also wrote poems one by one, and the three gentlemen were checking each other, but when they saw the poems, they frowned and shook their heads. The literati and talented scholars took turns to come up, and in a moment more than ten people came forward to try. I don’t know if the words of these people were indeed too weak or the three gentlemen were too strict, so that no poem passed and no flower was released.

The rich and powerful businessmen immediately showed lust in their eyes, and their eyes even more disdainful.

In fact, this is a competition between literary talent and money. However, according to the current perspective, literary talent is ultimately inferior to financial.

Yingren was upset at this time, and Ling Shuang was gained by Luo Ding, which was something he could not accept no matter what, and he was thinking about how to turn defeat into victory.

Suddenly, a girl's cry came from the upstairs: "Hey, Mr. Han is out..."

"Ah, yes, look, Mr. Han Mo is out."

Yingying Yanyan seemed quite noisy for a moment, and saw a young man in white slowly walking out of the corridor. He was only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, his skin was bronze, handsome and generous, and he walked slowly to the front of the long table.

Chu Huan had already heard someone talking beside him: "Han Mo is here too? Well, he is indispensable for this grand event!"

"This talent is very famous. It is said that my hometown is in Tokaido. I only came to our Yunshan Mansion last year to study at Caotang Academy."

"Well, this person is very famous in the East China Sea. When we come to our Yunshan Mansion, it is said that he is very popular in Caotang Academy."

"It seems that Wenhua is coming out of him."

Han Mo walked to the long table and bowed. Mr. Lan actually showed appreciation and smiled and said, "Han Mo, although you are from our Caotang Academy, I will not show mercy."

Han Mo nodded without saying much, and took the pen in front of him. His writing was also very casual. In a moment, he wrote several poems and presented them to him, and said respectfully: "The students have only exhausted their lives today, so they can only write six poems!"

Mr. Lou smiled and said, "If you do what you can and know how to advance and retreat, you are indeed worthy of being Mr. Lan's favorite disciple!"

The three gentlemen did not say much, and observed Han Mo's poems one by one. When they saw Han Mo's poems, the three gentlemen finally showed appreciation. Then they discussed it in a low voice. Then, Mr. Lan said: "Han Mo, there are five of your six poems that can be obtained from the flower of the text, but this poem has flaws and cannot be passed!"

Han Mo bowed respectfully and said, "Students are not talented!"

Mr. Lan had already stood up and said to the surroundings: "Han Mo has five poems with six poems. If the poems are like this, he will post the passing poems for everyone to appreciate them. I asked myself if I was not favoritism, but it turned out to discuss with Mr. Lou and Mr. Zhao. If anyone is dissatisfied, he can look back and look for us!"

Everyone around hurriedly said, "Don't dare!"

They knew the justice of these three gentlemen and Han Mo's talent and ability to win literary flowers was also expected. However, five of Han Mo's six poems passed, which still surprised everyone.

The girls upstairs all showed admiration for Han Mo.

Then Mr. Lan asked Han Mo: "You have got fifty flowers, who are you willing to give to?"

Among the six girls, the fewest one has eighty flowers alone, so although Han Mo has fifty flowers, he still has no qualifications to pick the brand, but such achievements have already shocked everyone.

Han Mo looked at the girl with the fewest flowers and the smallest building, and said with a smile: "Miss Huanbi is beautiful and charming in the pink makeup hall. Let's give all these fifty literary flowers to Miss Huanbi!"

There was a burst of admiration all around her. Miss Huanbi was originally ranked the lowest, but she didn't expect that Han Mo, a talented man, would give her all the literary flowers. She was excited and hurriedly gave Han Mo Yingying. After she got these fifty literary flowers, her ranking suddenly rose to one place, ranking fifth.

Han Mo smiled slightly and saluted Mr. Lan and others, but said nothing more. He left in front of everyone, with his hands on his back.

He came out in a stunning way and left with the elegant and free style of a literati. All the girls watched him leave. Although he had not been removed tonight, in just a short time, Han Mo's reputation has reached its peak and will spread everywhere tomorrow. And Han Mo's elegant things that are ashamed of the light and light as a person, will be circulated and become an idol of Yunshan Mansion.

Next, more than 30 talented scholars came forward. Although there were many literati in Yunshan, not everyone could come in. Twenty taels of silver had already blocked countless talented scholars. The only part of the talented scholars who entered Baoxiang Tower was a very small part.

Among these thirty people, more than ten poems have been published, but the highest one has only two poems passed, which has nothing to do with the overall situation. It seems impossible to pick the brand of the Chinese flower today.

There were fewer and fewer literati coming forward, Yingren finally couldn't help it, and suddenly stood up and went straight to the long table. Chu Huan and others were surprised, but they didn't expect Yingren to also go and seize the literary flowers.

The people in the courtyard were all surprised. Yingren sat at the table and looked like a rich man. He didn't expect that he would even steal the literary flowers.

Luo Ding immediately frowned. He had already surpassed Yingren by 120 flowers. He thought it would be a foregone conclusion to get Ling Shuang, but who knew that Yingren was not giving up and wanted to fight him with Wenhua.

But soon he sneered. The gap between 120 flowers is not a small number. Unless Yingren has the ability to write thirteen poems and must pass them all, then he can win him.

Even the talented man Han Mo had only five poems to pass the test, and Luo Ding didn't believe that Yingren could pass the test thirteen poems.

Yingren stepped forward and saluted respectfully. Mr. Lan was a little surprised to see that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he dared to stand up. However, he had no talent. Although he was young, he might not have no talent. He nodded with a smile.

Ling Shuang on the lotus platform was also a little surprised when she saw Yingren coming out, and looked at Yingren with watery eyes.

Yingren was too anxious when he came up. There was no way. He was never willing to lose to Luo Ding, and he was even more unwilling to let Ling Shuang become Luo Ding's plaything thing. He stood up. However, when he picked up the pen, his mind was blank. Although he had to teach Xu Congyang, his talent could not be taught after all. Naturally, it was impossible to have the talent of Xu Congyang's poems, so he couldn't help but frown.

Luo Ding was still a little nervous when he saw Yingren picking up his pen, but when he saw Yingren frowning, he immediately showed a sarcastic smile.

Seeing Yingren like that, Chu Huan sighed. Yingren was in a hurry to take action, but in a hurry, it often found it difficult to get inspiration. It was really difficult to write good poems.

Of course, Chu Huan didn't want to see Ling Shuang become Luo Ding's toy. She was thinking about helping her, but Yingren took action in a hurry. He didn't have time to stop him. When he saw Yingren in trouble, he had no choice but to get up and walk over.

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked again, and when Ling Shuang saw Chu Huan come out, she showed a hint of joy in her eyes.

Chu Huan walked to Yingren in full view and smiled and said, "Young Master, I still remember the poems you wrote a few days ago. It would be better for me to pick up the pen and help me write them out!"

Yingren was in trouble. When he saw Chu Huan coming out, he was as excited as a drowning man who saw a ship. He almost wanted to hug Chu Huan and kiss him a few times. He knew that everyone was watching, so he pretended to hesitate, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, just write down my poems and let the gentlemen comment!"

He didn't know what Chu Huan could write, but at this moment, he could only ask Chu Huan to help.

Chu Huan respectfully bowed to Mr. Lan and others and said, "I am not talented, and I am willing to write down the poems he wrote on behalf of Mr. Xu. Please allow the three gentlemen!"

Mr. Lan and the other two were so many people. Yingren was in trouble. How could they not see it? Chu Huan came up and claimed that he wanted to write the poems written by Yingren, but the three of them knew that they were just coming out to rescue Yingren.

Fortunately, the three gentlemen are all poets, so they don’t care who wrote it. They only care whether there are really good poems. After looking at each other, Mr. Lan nodded and said, “Come on!”

Chu Huan bowed his hand, took the wolf's hair from Yingren, spread the paper, but began to think about the poems in his memory.

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