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Luo Xin didn't think that the scholars who frowned and thought were pretending. It was obvious that several scholars were thinking hard there, and the speed of grinding ink was extremely slow. I thought that these scholars were just like him, and they suddenly learned about the Taoyuan Literature Association and had no time to prepare.

"What a variety of life!"

Luo Xin looked at him in a relaxed mood while sighing in his heart. He looked at his uncle again. Seeing that he was so energetic, he thought to himself that his uncle must have been preparing for this literary meeting for a long time.

"Brother Xin, why are you not preparing?"

Zhang Xun whispered to Luo Xin while polishing the ink. I have to say that Zhang Xun really regarded Luo Xin as his close friend. Seeing Luo Xin leaning against the trunk of a leisurely look, he couldn't help but be anxious for him.

"Shh!"

Luo Xin put his finger on his lips and blinked at him. Zhang Xun understood that Luo Xin didn't want to write poems, or... he couldn't write them.

Think about it, what kind of poetry does an eight-year-old child do? How many Luo Binwang are there? Anyway, there are more than 100 people here, and everyone is very unfamiliar with Luo Xin. Even if he doesn't write poetry, no one knows it.

So Zhang Xun ignored Luo Xin anymore. After grinding the ink, he picked up the pen and started writing. Luo Xin looked at his pen and kept writing, and laughed in his heart. He must have been prepared. Looking closely at Zhang Xun's expression, he saw that although he was not frowning, there was a hint of worry between his eyebrows. He thought he had no confidence in the poems he had prepared.

The rustling of pens on paper began to gradually sound in the peach forest, and a tense atmosphere floated in the peach forest. In this tense atmosphere, only Luo Xin was the most leisurely.

About two quarters of an hour later, someone began to hand in poetry. The first one was shocked Luo Xin. He was not the young master of Zhou Zhixian County, but the prodigy of Yanglin County, Hai Zheng, followed by Jianming, and then Zhou Yu. Then someone began to hand in poetry one after another. Zhou Zhixian County and Lu Tingfang began to get busy and talked in a low voice from time to time.

Luo Xin looked at Zhou Zhixian and Lu Tingfang from afar. When they saw their expressions were extremely calm. Even after reading Zhou Yu's poems, their expressions did not change much. According to the style of literati at this time, if he saw a good poem, he would definitely be happy, just like a wine-loving person drinking pure juice.

There is only one explanation, that is, there is no good poem that makes them shine.

Seeing this, Luo Xin couldn't help but nod and admire Zhou Zhixian County in his heart. I guess Zhou Zhixian did not help Zhou Yu. Although Zhou Yu prepared the poems, he did not have any advance corrections from Zhou Zhixian County.

The father and son have the character of a scholar.

Reviewing more than 100 poems is not an easy job, and it takes not a short time. It took more than an hour to finally review the last poem. A stack of paper was stacked on one side, and only three pieces of paper were placed on the table. These are the three poems selected by Taolin Wenhui today.

It seems that several people from Zhou Zhixian had already discussed it in advance. At this time, a thin middle-aged man picked up a manuscript of poems in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face and said:

"Today I will review the poem about the Tanhua at this Taolin Literature Association."

Everyone was excited, and even Luo Xin sat upright. Then he heard the thin old man chanting slowly:

"Don't write about sunny forests and rain forests,

Just like a cloud of smoke in the Ming Lake.

Everything in the world is blurred,

The wind and horse carriage returned."

The scholars were silent, and Luo Xin also sat upright. He did not expect that there would be someone in Yanglin County to make such a good poem. The artistic conception of this poem is very distant!

"I won't say much about this poem. It's a rare and good poem. It's just that the artistic conception is a bit negative, full of a kind of confusing thought, and it has a Taoist charm. It would not be an exaggeration to have such thoughts, but the students are in their prime and when they contribute to the country, this thought is inferior, so we rated it as the Tanhua of this literary conference. Now I am here to read this poem, and he is Zhou Yu."

"Congratulations to Brother Zhou!"

The scholars nearby congratulated Zhou Yu one after another. Although Zhou Yu was criticized implicitly, his expression was calm. He first bowed to the thin old man:

"Thank you for your comments from Mr. Shanye!"

The lay Buddhist Shanye also nodded with a smile: "My nephew should work hard!"

"yes!"

Luo Xin looked at Zhang Xun and saw a little disappointment on Zhang Xun's face. He thought he could not have entered the top two. He looked at his uncle again. However, seeing that his uncle's face was full of expectations, Luo Xin also became expectant. To be honest, he really didn't know how his uncle was.

Next, the second-tier poem of this literary conference, which was reviewed by Zhou Zhixian, was obtained concisely. What surprised Luo Xin the most was that the top scorer of this literary conference was Hai Zheng, a prodigy who was only eleven years old. After Lu Tingfang finished commenting, he looked at Hai Zheng expectantly:

"Haizheng, I hope you are already a scholar when you see you again."

"Yes, students must work hard!"

Luo Xin looked at his uncle again. Seeing that he was full of loss, he stood there dejectedly. He looked away and stopped paying attention.

Zhou Zhixian, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but smile and said happily: "I didn't expect that the top scholar in this Taolin Cultural Conference was won by a youngest child. It's a joyful congratulations, hahaha..."

A hint of pride appeared on Hai Zheng's face, and a hint of worry appeared in Lu Tingfang's eyes. He was most afraid of becoming famous in his youth and then losing himself. But he could not scold him at this time, but just shook his head slightly and stopped talking.

"There is another younger person here!" A scholar next to Luo Xin pointed at Luo Xin and said.

Luo Xin just shrank his head and hatred in his heart! What's wrong with me? There is no grass by the river, so where can I get a lot of mouth donkey?

"Oh?" Zhou Zhixian's eyes lit up: "There are even younger?"

The person sitting in front of Luo Xin moved his body to the side and showed Luo Xin. Lu Tingfang saw Luo Xin at a glance, and his expression showed a hint of anxiety. On the one hand, he was worried that Luo Xin would become famous when he was young, and on the other hand, he was worried that Luo Xin would not tell him about the Taolin Wenhui, and he felt resentful and couldn't help but say in his heart:

"Why is Luo Xin coming?"

Zhou Zhixian looked at Luo Xin with great interest and said, "Is this a young man from the He family?"

Luo Xin stood up helplessly, bowed to the seat in front and said, "I have met Lord Zhou, Uncle Lu, Shanye Layman, and student Luo Xin in Shanglin Village."

"Oh? You are Luo Xin? I heard Brother Zhang talk about you!" Zhou Zhixian said this, his eyes flashed, and he saw Zhang Xun next to Luo Xin, and said with a smile:

"Is Nephew Zhang brought you here?"

"Yes!" Luo Xin responded respectfully. Luo Xin naturally heard that the "Brother Zhang" mentioned by Shanye layman was Zhang Xun's father Zhang Shu.

"I heard you are a child prodigy in Shanglin Village?" Zhou Zhixian said intriguingly.

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