Xu Jin finished writing and put down his pen, looked up, and found that everyone else had basically finished writing, and Yuan Cheng, the head of the Nanchang Mansion opposite, had already put down his pen, and was stretching his neck to examine Xu Jin's words, his expression was very solemn.

As the so-called connoisseur will know whether there is a shot or not, Xu Jin has been immersed in calligraphy for decades, the fact that the pen power is placed there, although there is no use of the best block letters, but the words of copying Tang Yin also have seven or eight points of divine meaning, the slightly inclined font is elegant like flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.

Xu Jin glanced at Yuan Cheng's words, and immediately knew in his heart.

Yuan Cheng used the thin gold font of Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, this font is a font with a very strong personality, the pen is smart and fast, the handwriting is thin, and it is very difficult to control. From Xu Jin's old and spicy eyes, Yuan Cheng's thin gold body is still far behind, but it is in vain, and the pen is only thin and has no energy!

Therefore, as long as a few judges are not blind, the game is won by themselves.

At this time, the five people on both sides have finished putting down their pens, and the ten works are placed side by side in pairs, waiting for the five judges to score.

"Let's go first." Nanchang Mansion Tongzhi Ke Zheng took the lead in standing up and pacing to the front of the case, first carefully looked at the works of Xu Jin and Yuan Cheng, and then picked up the pen and wrote in the blank space of Yuan Cheng's words: 中.

Yuan Cheng's face suddenly darkened, but when he saw that Ke Zheng also wrote the word "Zhong" in the blank space of Xu Jin's painting, his face suddenly relaxed.

Xu Jin couldn't help frowning, as long as he was a little level, he could see that his words were better than Yuan Cheng, but this Ke Zheng rated the same level, it was obvious that his ass was crooked, and he deliberately pressed his own score, which was really special!

Although Xu Jin was annoyed, he was helpless, this kind of rating is all subjective judgment, Ke Zheng commented on the same score, you really can't blame him, unless the difference between the two levels is really too far.

Ke Zheng commented all the way, and as a result, three of the five pairs scored tied, in addition, Li Zhe, the head of Yuzhang Academy, scored higher than Wang Dacan of Xinjiang Academy, and the calligraphy score of the last scholar in Nanchang Mansion was also higher than Fei Maoxian.

The candidates on the side of Guangxin Mansion are all stunned, Ke Zheng obviously favors Nanchang Mansion, as long as the level of Guangxin Mansion is slightly higher, Ke Zheng will give the same score to both sides, and as long as the level of Nanchang Mansion is slightly higher, he will score truthfully, what a fuck!

After Ke Zheng finished the evaluation, the second judge appeared, it was Liu Zhong, the superintendent of the imperial history, this score was fair, Xu Jin's calligraphy got "upper", and Yuan Cheng's got "middle", so Xu Jin temporarily led by one point.

Immediately after that, it was the turn of Li Shishi, who had already been the imperial historian of the capital, and when he walked to the front of the case, he first glanced at Xu Jin deeply, and then began to read the words.

Xu Jin subconsciously touched his face, and Li Shishi's strange eyes made him a little confused.

Li Shishi read the words of Xu Jin and Yuan Cheng, and said with a light smile: "You can be clever when you are young, but your pen power is indeed better than Yuan Cheng, and the old man will give you the middle and upper class!" ”

After Li Shishi finished speaking, he wrote "middle and upper" in Xu Jin's handwriting, and commented "medium" to Yuan Cheng, so Xu Jin was two points ahead.

Yuan Cheng's face suddenly turned gray, just now he was not convinced by the "medium" rating given to him by the supervision of the imperial history, and at this time Li Shishi also commented like this, he was not convinced.

After the three judges finished judging, it should have been Tang Bohu's turn, but this guy poured himself a drink, as if it was none of his business, and even Ning Wang Shizi ignored him twice when he urged him, so angry that Brother Zhu wanted to order Shiwei to fork him out.

Xu Kui didn't bother to deal with this drunken madman, took the initiative to stand up and walk to the front of the case, swept it slightly, and naturally could tell that Xu Jin's calligraphy level was higher than Yuan Cheng with his eyesight, but he gave Yuan Cheng a "middle" and Xu Jin a "middle" score, and said with a straight lesson: "Xu Ziqian, although your calligraphy is better than Yuan Cheng, but you deliberately use Tang Ziwei's poems and penmanship, which is suspected of being opportunistic, so this official will give you a review to show punishment!" ”

Xu Jin has a feeling of being a dog, but he is helpless, Fei Shi really said it well, Xu Kui is just and outspoken, his eyes can't rub the sand, but it is too rigid and easy to break, this guy is estimated to not last long in the officialdom in the future.

Xu Jin was unhappy, but Yuan Cheng was secretly relieved, because now the score between the two is Xu Jin leading by one point, so there is still hope for a tie, it depends on who Tang Bohu voted for in the end.

After Xu Kui's evaluation, Tang Bohu came out staggering with a wine jug, but this one did the opposite, starting with Fei Maoxian on the other side.

"No, italics are too blunt. Lower. ”

"No, this wild grass has its own shape, there is no madness, only grass, soft poetry, I want to learn to write in wild grass. Lower! ”

"This won't work either, go back and practice for a few more years. Lower! ”

Tang Bohu carried the wine jug and sucked at the spout, and at the same time waved his pen repeatedly, and he actually commented on the "middle and lower" all the way over, which made everyone full of black lines.

At this time, Tang Bohu finally came to the case of Xu Jin and Yuan Cheng with a wine jug, first squinted at Yuan Cheng's calligraphy with drunken eyes, raised his thin eyebrows, and scolded: "What is this written?" Thin and energyless, it simply spoils the thin gold body. Lower! ”

Yuan Cheng's face turned red, and looking at his embarrassed and angry appearance, he probably wanted to snatch the wine jug and smash it on Tang Bohu's face.

Tang Bohu sucked at the spout again, and then his eyes fell on Xu Jin's handwriting, his eyes widened, and he kept shaking his head and said, "This word...... No! ”

Xu Jin couldn't help but brows, but he heard the old ticket customer continue: "This word...... It's just as good as my three points, but it's barely okay to give it medium. After speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote the word "in" in the blank space.

The final word, Xu Jin won by two points, and Yuan Cheng's face suddenly darkened.

However, in the end, the final result came out, but it was Guangxinfu's side that lost, because only Xu Jin and Wei Yang won the opponent on Guangxinfu's side, and Fei Maoxian, Jiang Fangjie and Wang Dacan all lost to their opponents.

The candidates here in Nanchang Mansion cheered in unison, and the results of the competition spread to the fourth floor, and even more thunderous cheers erupted, and the candidates on the side of Guangxin Mansion were all dejected.

"It seems that in terms of calligraphy, our talents in Nanchang Mansion are even better!" Ning Wang Shizi said a little proudly: "But it doesn't matter, this prince heard that Xu Jin Xu of Guangxin Mansion is good at poetry, if you don't make a move, it will be a masterpiece, and it is estimated that the next poem can help Guangxin Mansion save a city." ”

A candidate from Nanchang Mansion shrugged his shoulders and said, "Your Royal Highness, I'm afraid that our Nanchang Mansion will go to the next city then!" ”

All the candidates in Nanchang Mansion laughed, and their pride was overflowing.

The examinees in Guangxin Mansion looked angry, Fei Mao took a step forward, and said loudly: "Don't talk nonsense, the next round of poetry, we will set the rules." ”

Li Zhe said lightly: "Why not, the guest is as he pleases, although the line is drawn, all the talents of our Nanchang Mansion will follow." ”

Fei Maozhong said loudly: "Okay, then we will ask the great master to write poems, and the two governments will each recommend three masterpieces, and the five judges will judge the ranking, and the first one wins!" ”

Li Zhe nodded and said, "Then as you said, please ask the great grandmaster to ask the question." ”

Now Nanchang Mansion won a game first, so Li Zhe was very decided, even if the poetry lost this game, it was just a draw, and Li Zhe was not afraid of an extra game of Danqing, because it happened that there was a master of Danqing among the candidates in this house, and the level was comparable to that of a national player.

Xu Kui stroked his long beard and muttered for a moment and said: "Nostalgia must be climbed, and ascending must be celebrated." The attic of the vine king is 100 feet high, overlooking the surging river, so you will take the theme of climbing high Yonghuai and write a Yonghuai poem. ”

Xu Kui's topic was appropriate, a group of candidates nodded and began to bury their heads in the draft, and some people walked outside the railing to overlook the Ganjiang River to brew emotions and find inspiration.

Xu Jin walked to the terrace outside, stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing, looked at the surging north of the Ganjiang River below, and searched quickly in his mind, this game is not allowed to be defeated, and it must be decided with a poem with absolute superiority.

Wang Qiaocui's pair of talking-like eyes roamed around the scholars of the two mansions for a while, and suddenly hid her and said with a low smile: "Sister Yuxue, which scholar from the two mansions do you say will win this time?" ”

Xiao Yuxue said: "I'm not an immortal who can pinch and calculate, that knows!" ”

Wang Cuiqiao was bored, flattened her mouth slightly, turned her head, and her eyes fell on Xu Jin, who was looking at Xu Jin from afar, and suddenly smiled, this little scholar is really interesting, he will be younger than himself next year, but he has an old and serious face.

At this moment, a low and powerful singing voice suddenly sounded: the rolling water in the north of the Ganjiang River, the waves swept away the heroes, and the success or failure turned empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times......

Wang Cui was stunned for a moment, then sat up straight, staring at Xu Jin in surprise with wide eyes, because the strong and low tone came from the mouth of this little scholar.

Not only Wang Cuiqiao, but everyone present looked at Xu Jin in unison.

Xu Jin continued to sing as if he didn't notice it, and his voice became louder and louder: The white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

Although Xu Jin's singing skills are not very good, the low and strong tune, coupled with this majestic "Linjiang Immortal", its appeal is undoubtedly explosive.

As soon as Xu Jin sang the song, the entire five layers of the Tengwang Pavilion were as silent as death, and everyone was shocked by the choking, heroic, and majestic sound.

Xiao Yuxue and Wang Cuiqiao looked at Xu Jin's back blankly, unable to help themselves for a long time, they are all masters of music and rhythm, but they have never heard of this strange tone, at this moment, it seems to see a door slowly opening, it turns out that ...... Is there such a way to sing songs?

Compared with the profundity of the tune of the second daughter of King Xiao, the literati present were more shocked by the words themselves, no way, the song "Linjiang Immortal" written by the talented Yang Shen is really awesome, and its heroic and vicissitudes of life, no one can surpass it since ancient times!