The official organized the manuscript of the poem and prepared to call someone, but it was found that the manuscript of the Quail Sky was not there, but it was put away by Cui Xuezheng.

Lynch joked: "Brother Cui, why not let them take the manuscript of the poem and call someone."

Cui Shanfu said, "I won't give the original manuscript, I'll write it again. In fact, I don't have to find someone with the poem. I can guess who the person who wrote the word is now."

Prefect Lin was very surprised.

The rules of poetry meetings are that the person who submits the paper cannot write a name, and it depends purely on poetry and prose judgment.

When the outstanding ones are evaluated, go down and find someone with poetry.

Three excellent works and thirty-six masterpieces were selected at one time. No matter how good your mind was, it was impossible to remember so many poems.

Regarding Cui Shanfu's words that he could guess who the author of the word was, Prefect Lin was very curious, "Brother Cui actually knew who he was."

"Haha, Brother Lin actually knows you, but I'll keep it aside first. When he comes up, you will know naturally." Cui Shanfu said with a smile.

Others were also curious, but Cui Shanfu just kept silent. He had the highest official position here, so no one dared to force him to ask.

Then Cui Shanfu got up, and before putting down the copy of the Four Treasures of the Study, he wrote down the Quail Sky just now and handed it over to the official.

The little official took the manuscript of the poem to the first floor. The students downstairs stared at him with hope, hoping that he could recite his own poem.

The little official took out a picture and said loudly: "The dew robe is just ringing, and the loom is still urging to weave it. Wuxing is lazy because of love, standing on the side of the Ming River... Which young master wrote this word?"

At this time, one of the people stood up, unable to hide his smile on his face, bowed and said, "This word is written by Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng Lunan."

"It turns out that it was Mr. Lu. His poems were rated as masterpieces, and you can go up to the second floor."

Many people show envy and even jealousy.

As soon as the little official continued to recite, the person who was read stood up and claimed his poems and essays, and naturally showed joy. A total of thirty-six people were recited, and among them were Qin Guan’s old acquaintance Liu Su.

Liu Su felt joyful when he saw that among the thirty-six people who could climb to the second floor, he looked at Qin Guan, and his face unconsciously showed a look of banter and contempt. He made up his mind that when tonight's Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival ended, he must let everyone in Hangzhou know that Qin Guan was a shameless playboy. Everything before was obtained by cheating, and now he was finally exposed.

Qin Guan felt that someone looked at him, turned his head and looked over. Seeing that it was Liu Su, he didn't want to pay attention to him, but at this time, Liu Su said in a false tone: "Brother Qin, it seems that you don't have your poems. You are known as the "little poet fairy" in Hangzhou. Why don't you even enter the second floor now? It's a pity."

Qin Guan smiled suddenly, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Liu, is it actually a poetry lesson? It's just a pastime entertainment. For happiness, why bother with it too much? It's too utilitarian if you care so much."

Qin Guan didn't go to you, so he directly used the sarcasm skills.

And he also helped other unselected people to speak, so Liu Su made him feel that he was not a human inside and outside.

Liu Su's face turned ugly when Qin Guan said, "Brother Qin, you are a little poet. You have written good poems before, how can you not do it?"

Qin Guan looked at Shen Yichen sitting next to Liu Su. "Young Master Shen Yichen beside you is still the number one talented man in Hangzhou. Isn't he not among the thirty-six people just now?"

Chen Yichen was there, and he drank tea and watched the two of them quarrel. In Hangzhou, no one knew the conflict between the Qin and Liu families.

Liu Su showed a sneering expression on his face: "Brother Xingzhi must have gone straight to the third floor. Do you think you can compete with Brother Xingzhi?"

"It may not be comparable."

The minor official just read thirty-six poems and took a sip of tea with a dry mouth. At this time, he spoke again and said loudly: "In addition to 36 excellent works, he also rated three excellent works."

Everyone turned their attention to the little official. The poems that praised can be regarded as the top works of tonight's poems, and I don't know who wrote them.

Someone began to whisper below, "Three evaluations, I remember that in the first round of last year, there were only two evaluations, and there were more this year."

"I don't know who can directly evaluate the award."

"I think one of them must be Chen Yichen."

"This is inevitable. If even the number one talented man in Hangzhou cannot enter, then who else can enter? Chen Yichen's poem last year was going straight to the third floor."

"I care more about who the other two are."

"I think it's very likely that Zhu Lianshan and Pengyue are."

"I agree with Zhu Lianshan, the other person, I think it should be Jiang Lingyuan."

“…”

Regardless of the low-pitched discussion below, the clerk took out a poem and read it loudly: "The magpie flying in the east and the swallows flying in the west. The water is seen for years. The rain washes the fragrant cart. The sky returns to the river and the river. The sorrow of separation is over a thousand years. We look at each other far and long. We are not like the world. We look back on the mountains thousands of miles away."

As soon as I read this word, some people couldn't help but praise the word for being well done.

The students below were even more talking about poetry.

"Which young master did this poem?" the clerk shouted, and everyone's eyes were also looking for it in the crowd.

At this time, Chen Yichen stood up and said in a very calm tone: "This is what I did."

"It turns out to be Mr. Chen. No wonder he can write such good lyrics. Mr. Chen's poems and praises, so he can go straight to the third floor and drink with all the masters, doctors, and old masters." said the little official.

"Thank you." Chen Yichen just replied lightly, not showing much excitement about such things.

"I just said that Chen Yichen must have gone straight to the third floor. His words are very good. It seems that Chen Yichen's literary talent has increased again."

"The leader of the Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival tonight may be captured by Chen Yichen again."

"He was the champion last year. Are he planning to win the championship in a row?"

Regardless of the discussions, the minor official read the poem again, "If you don't know what you want, you must invite the Weaver Girl to play the Golden Shuttle. Every year, you beg for the world to be in the world, but there are so many things in the world. Which young master did this poem?"

Another person stood up in the crowd. This person was very honest and gave people a very kind feeling, but not dull, but Qin Guan didn't recognize him.

"This is a poem by Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng Cui Jian."

As soon as Cui Jian finished speaking, the few people sitting next to him started to make a noise, "Brother Cui, I didn't expect your poem to be praised. I'm really impressed."

"You were embarrassed to take it out before if you wanted to read your poems. It turned out that you were going to make a big splash."

Cui Jianyao Yao said, "I suddenly had inspiration last night and wrote this poem. I didn't expect to be noticed by several adults, and I was also a little surprised."

The little official coughed lightly and pulled everyone's eyes back.

Yang Yang said, "This last comment on Yousi was scrambled by Master Cui, Master Li, and Dr. Yan, and several other adults. I'm now chanting."
Chapter completed!