Shao Bing walked three or five steps away from Tong, stopped, and said coldly:

"Zheng Tong, what do you mean? Get out of the way."

Tong San snorted coldly and said contemptuously:

"It's not interesting, I'll tell you to go back quickly. Today, no matter who comes to smash the Wanhualou venue, don't blame Tong for not giving face."

Shao Bing was furious, pointed at the boy on the stage and said sternly:

"That kid is insulting me without restraint. If you dare to stop me, hum... I'm not afraid that my army of 100,000 will destroy your Four Shui Gang a hundred times."

Tong San laughed to the sky and said:

"Haha, so majestic, we are indeed far from that. The thousand brothers of the Four Water Gangs can destroy the Marquis of Wuwei at most once. Tong is here, and he can only destroy you at most once."

After speaking, he glared at his eyes, his beard and hair were wide open, and the immortal master suddenly burst out with his momentum and shouted:

"Get out of here!"

Shao Bing was so shocked that he almost fell down. While walking quickly, he turned his head and pointed.

"Tong San, wait, I will ask you to eat in prison tomorrow. And that guy Dong Shu, who broke his legs first, then threw them to feed the leopard. Today, he is shaking the flag and shouting here, so no one of them can run away..."

There was a booing sound from behind.

However, some scholars quickly shut up, turn around, or cover their faces. They have no power and power, and it will be a very terrifying thing if they are noticed by the Marquis of Wuwei.

Xin Tianyou felt a little guilty when he saw the atmosphere becoming more serious. Originally, it was so happy to select a courtesan. He was so nervous that he was disturbed by himself.

Yes, write poetry quickly. It will dilute the atmosphere and avoid wasting time while standing.

Xintian walked off the stage and said, bringing a pen.

The little fat man Feng Cheng quickly came forward and took him into the shed, saying, "Brother, I have prepared my pen, ink, paper and inkstone, inside..."

Unexpectedly, Xin Tianyou pushed him away and said, "The medium-sized wolf hair should be harder."

After saying that, he turned to the side of the stage, which was a snow-white wall that had just been painted.

Several scholars suddenly realized.

The poem written by the pink wall is the last program to compete for the courtesans, and it has more excellent works. For example, the walls of the Piaoxiangyuan stage are covered with more than twenty long and short poems. They once offered a few poems to Bai Ling'er, but Wanhualou did not post them out, leaving the walls awkwardly empty.

Seeing that "Dong Shu" was about to write a poem, He Lang couldn't sit still and quickly walked down the colorful shed. As soon as he left, the civil servants and guests of the Wang Party also followed.

The nine judges were all famous scholars from Baisha City, and they looked at each other when they saw this.

One way:

"The Hundred Characters of the Hundred Characters is amazing. It can be said that the most eternal verse and calligraphy of the ages is the best. I said that Wanhualou is neither anxious nor impatient, and it is not presented a poem. It turns out that there is a great god to support it."

Some people refute it.

"Since ancient times, good articles are not necessarily good. Among the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, there was only one Su Shi's poems and prose. Over the past tens of millions of years, can he find the second one? What's more, Dong Shu only had one article "Hundred Characters" passed down from generation to generation, so it was too early for me to say it."

The other person and Mian said, "It's also idle, so why not go and have a look..."

It immediately caused a lot of echoes, and went together, and went together...

Zhou Ping slowly closed his eyes and rested, letting them go without getting angry at all.

Among the nine judges, two accepted bribes, and two were threatened, and they could not cause any demon moths.

Bai Ling'er used her piano skills to beat Li Ji, but she was judged to be tied. The celestial girl could have tied with the Demon Dance, but she was sentenced to be slightly defeated. Poetry is even easier to handle, and there has been no first in literature since ancient times. Unless it is a masterpiece of eternal songs, there is always a way to belittle it.

More than 20 poems acquired with a large sum of money have been brewing and pondering for three months and half a year. They are among the finest products. Unless Dong Shu is a banished immortal, he can overwhelm the limelight.

He is just the nephew of Jung-governor Dong, so what money can he have? The battle to wrap his head is definitely a trap set by the royal party. He wants to make himself bleed and unable to pay 320,000 taels of gold, so he will be untrustworthy in the world and take the opportunity to disrupt the situation.

Fortunately, I am smart and have a plan. Once they have to pay the debt, the queen can take advantage of the situation and cut off the title and inheritance rights of Chinese, and confiscate the Xiaoyao Marquis' Mansion, hahaha...

The selection of the courtesan is actually a power competition before the decisive battle. Even after breaking the head, the poems and lyrics are firmly won, and Piaoxiangyuan still won...

In front of the pink wall, Xin Tianyou also closed his eyes.

He remembered Bai Ling'er's appearance of waving her yarn belt, found the most suitable poem, and also found the most appropriate form of expression Huaisu's cursive script.

However, the font library of "Cao Sheng" is not enough and needs to be redesigned. You also have to consider the connection between the brushstroke and the charm, and the overall layout is beautiful...

A group of civil servants arrived, the nine judges arrived, and even Bai Ling'er showed up in public... They all held their breath and were isolated three meters away.

In the circle, Feng Cheng held a bowl of ink and a tube of wolf hair with full of admiration.

As for Chinese, I felt that nothing in the world was more attractive than magic circles, and I was too lazy to watch the excitement. The old and rough Tong San did not know poetry and books, but his ears were filled with "exiled immortals" these days, and he was a little curious. But Chinese did not move, so he had to stay in the shed to accompany him.

One minute later, Xin Tianyou opened his eyes and wrote like clouds and smoke.

"The light Luo fan of white orchid, and the slender waisted jade belt dances in the sky. I suspect that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled better than the stars."

Oh……

The scholar and the prince were in chaos, and some people shouted "both poetry and books are outstanding", which immediately caused a lot of praise.

The people behind couldn't see it, so they jumped up in a hurry and shouted, "Brother in the front row, don't be corrupt, read it out."

So many people began to recite, buzzing like bees collecting honey.

He Lang had the lesson of taking away the Hundred Characters of the Imperial Palace at the Peach and Plum Banquet, and immediately announced loudly:

"The Caucasian Festival is hosted by the Ministry of Rites and hosted by Baisha Mansion. This poem is of course owned by the Ministry of Rites."

Bai Ling'er was anxious and retorted:

"This is written by Dong Shu to me, I have to return to Wanhualou..."

He Lang smiled bitterly:

"Of course, the poem belongs to Wanhualou, but the name belongs to the Ministry of Rites. The stage is a public property, so you can't take it away. Tonight I will send someone to guard it, build a shed to block the rain, and cover it with green varnish..."

The chief judge was radiant and said to the rest:

"I read this poem and can be regarded as a masterpiece of poetry and books. I will be selected as the first in this festival. What do you think?"

Most agree, and a few have objections.

"Calligraphy is indeed unparalleled in the world, but the selected works on the Festival of the Courtesan are so that the brothels can be sung with new lyrics. I see that there are a few songs presented on Piaoxiangyuan that are not inferior to the trend."

Someone said:

"In my opinion, I can enter the top three... But only one song, Wanhualou still lost."

Xin Tianyou smiled and dipped ink before writing.

The brush was immersed in pink wall lime, and the sharpness became more vigorous and strong. This time, he used the famous "Yan Jin Liu Bone" Zhongliu Gongquan font, with a refreshing and thin shape, like an old tree in the middle of winter.

"Once the sea was invincible, the water was not the clouds.

"Please take the flowers and look back at them, and half will be the one who practices Taoism and half will be the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who

This is Yuan Zhen’s best poem and a love song that has been sung forever. It has not been included in the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and has been lost in this world.

I spent a lot of money first, and the bottom was filled with a burst of trouble. As soon as this poem appeared, the scene was silent. In front of the Piaoxiang Garden, people ran towards this side one after another.

Bai Ling'er's tears fell down, as if she saw a thin blue shirt standing in the sea of ​​clouds, overlooking the mortal world with infinite melancholy...

This person is really. He never looks at others directly, but he always teases him. Last time, he was made to cry by "beautiful couple like flowers and passing years".

Will the person in the poem be Shumin's sister? Did he know that they are cousins ​​and cannot be together?

No, this poem was written for me. Do you want to tell me that because you need to practice, you are...

Xin Tianyou threw away his pen and said:

"Feng Chengcheng, take a flexible sheep hair, and a rabbit hair can do it."

He was a little embarrassed.

All the essence accumulated by our predecessors is in their palms. But they treat them as free time and tools, and do not like them. And these people who have struggled to rebuild civilization really appreciate and truly understand.

The world is only ten to twenty years away from destruction. Today, why not take advantage of this grand event to write as much as you can to make everyone happy?
Chapter completed!