Without saying a word all night, Xu Xian did not read books and review his homework this night, but instead focused on practicing to absorb the benefits of being on the holy list during the day.

Because tomorrow's poetry competition, as Fang Zhongyong said, is too simple for Xu Xian, and it is not difficult at all, and it is almost easy to get it.

Who can still compare with Xu Xian in poetry?

Moreover, although during the day, it is equivalent to being incited by the power of heaven and earth and the power of saints at the same time, there are no sequelae. However, even if you rely entirely on your own cultivation, you must consolidate your realm, otherwise your foundation will be unstable.

The next day, all the students of Jinling Academy still woke up early.

However, today's poetry competition is very different from the calligraphy competition on the first day.

According to the rules of previous years, the time of the poetry competition is not certain, and it is possible in the morning, noon, and evening. Moreover, the location of the poetry competition will change almost every time. At that time, all the students participating in the competition may be led to the suburbs or a certain historical site. Then, based on this situation and the scene, I will write a poem now.

After all, this is to select talented men in Jiangnan, not the imperial examination. Naturally, they will be much more casual, without so many rules and rules.

Today, just as many participating students were waiting to go to their destination for competition, they suddenly received news.

The time for the poetry competition has been changed to this evening. As for the specific location, we will notify you later.

"Tonight?" Fang Zhongyong raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Xian and asked, "Hanwen, what do you think the examiners are trying to do?"

Xu Xian smiled and said, "You have guessed it, so don't ask me anymore."

"Okay." Fang Zhongyong shook his head helplessly and said, "It seems that the theme of this poem competition is probably related to the night view!" Then he showed a rare smile on his old-fashioned face, who had always been used to being tense, and asked, "Can you still make a classic poem like "When will the Moon in Water" today?"

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The waiting time is always particularly long. With the anxious waiting of a group of students, when the sky was shrouded in darkness and every household in Jinling City lit the lights, several examiners finally announced the location of the poetry competition.

Gongyuan Street, north bank of Qinhuai River!

Jinling City has been a prosperous place since ancient times, and the most prosperous manifestation is on both sides of the Qinhuai River in the ten miles.

The most popular area of ​​Qinhuai is in the area of ​​Gongyuan Street, North Bank.

The location of this poetry competition was arranged here, which really inspired the poetic feelings of the participating students.

After all, not only is the night view here extremely gorgeous, but I don’t know how many people have attracted to visit here; but it has a long history and a strong cultural atmosphere. It has been a place for famous families for a long time. It has gathered literati and merchants, and is known as the “Six Dynasties Golden Powder”!

Yes, in this time and space, Jinling City was still the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. However, most of the Six Dynasties did not last long, and most of them were tragic characters.

When Xu Xian and his group arrived at Gongyuan Street, they looked at the banks of the Qinhuai River where the lights were on, and there were crowds of people and restaurants everywhere; there were pleasure boats on the Qinhuai River, and the voices of women playing and singing songs came softly and beautifully; the young man was drinking, hugging the girl in his arms, laughing wildly, and no one could see that he had to sigh from the bottom of his heart: What a prosperous and stable Jiangnan prosperous era!

As expected, as everyone guessed, the competition time was set here and now, and I wanted to write a poem with the night view of the Qinhuai River as the theme!

"This time the subject is a seven-character quatrain, and time is a stick of incense. Let's start now!" Li Yuanhui said, looking at the shimmering river surface.

Yesterday's calligraphy competition has eliminated a large number of participating students. Now there are less than fifty students left, so the number of students is not too large.

Although Gongyuan Street on the north bank of the Qinhuai River has been temporarily martial law, there are no tables, chairs and stools placed. Many students can only bring their own bookcases and hold four treasures of the study.

Using the bluestone floor as the desk, lay paper and start writing poems.

This scene is so prosperous and beautiful, and writing poetry is so simple!

Therefore, it takes a long time to write a poem for students who can enter the second level.

When Li Yuanhui said that he had started, many people couldn't help but start writing, and his thoughts were like a spring of thoughts, writing in a fusion of flowers and extremely smooth manner.

This time, Xu Xian didn't have to hand in the paper first. It was almost time for the incense stick to be less than half a day. Most of the students had already put down their pens, dried the ink on the paper, and rushed to hand in the paper, hoping that they would be the first to show off.

Only a few people were left, and they were still holding their pens and thinking hard.

And Xu Xian is one of them!

This scene surprised everyone very much.

However, with yesterday's slap in the face, no one dares to underestimate Xu Xian anymore.

Xu Xian’s poetry talent is famous all over the world. He has written many masterpieces that are worthy of his generation, which are enough to be remembered forever. In this environment, isn’t it easy for him to write a good poem?

It can be said that in today's poetry competition, not only Fang Zhongyong gave up competing with Xu Xian, but even Shen Zhou, Qiu Ying, Lu Zijiu and other students from Jinling Academy who hated Xu Xian to the extreme, dared not provoke Xu Xian anymore.

Whoever provokes will be slapped in the face!

So when Xu Xian had not handed in the paper, everyone dared not say anything sarcastic. They could only say in secret: You can really pretend! You like to be unique and unique. Just like who doesn’t know that you have extraordinary poetry, you have already written it, so why bother to procrastinate for so long?

In fact, these people really wrongly accuse Xu Xian.

This was not his intentional pretending, but after he wrote a poem, he felt dissatisfied and invalidated it.

For some reason, Xu Xian seemed to feel holding his breath and not being happy when he looked at the Qinhuai River bank, which was full of laughter and laughter.

Needless to say, the two sides of the Qinhuai River are indeed prosperous. There are many restaurants, and it is a place for countless nobles and wealthy families to have fun. But what about looking at the entire Dali Dynasty?

It may be exaggerated to say that people live in poverty, but natural disasters and man-made disasters have always been eliminated. There are more and more disaster victims and refugees, the government does not act, and the court party disputes and the spirit disputes continue to end. The barbarians in the north have repeatedly violated the ban, burning, killing, plundering and doing everything, and signs of troubled times have already appeared.

Is this prosperous era true or false?

Is this a way to bring peace to the point of singing and dancing, or a debauchery?

Xu Xian frowned and thought about it carefully for a while, resolutely abandoned the poem of praise she had written, and then started writing it:

"Traveling in Qinhuai

The smoke is covered with cold water, moon is covered with sand, and the night travels to the restaurant near Qinhuai.

The businesswoman does not know the hatred of the country, but still sings the back garden flowers across the river!"

After finishing writing, Xu Xian sighed heavily before handing over the test paper.

"Yushu Houting Flower" was written by an emperor of the Southern Dynasty before the Dali Dynasty. This emperor was addicted to the sensuality and made this song to have fun with the beauties in the harem, which eventually led to the destruction of the country!

Therefore, in later generations, this song was used as a representative of the sound of the destruction of the country.

(First update!

It’s midday. Do you have monthly tickets in your pockets?

Today, the fourth update will still break out! The monthly ticket update seems to be about to catch up,)

I become a dog when I go to Friday.
Chapter completed!