Only Cui Wenqing smiled firmly, turned his head and asked Sima Wei: "Weiwei, can you write poems on this topic?" ”

Sima Wei smiled bitterly: "At the moment of the big event, I have always been restless, how can I have the heart to compose poetry?" It's better for you to come. ”

Cui Wenqing nodded, looked at the four treasures of the study room placed on the desk next to him, and said with a smile: "Since you have nothing to do, then help me grind." ”

"What? Grind? Sima Wei was stunned, and then smiled, "Cui Wenqing, you guy is really arrogant, you actually let me, the first talented woman in the country, grind for you?" Don't you blush when you use the mill I have developed? ”

Cui Wenqing said with a smile: "What is the first talented woman in the country?" Are you self-appointed? Now you are about to witness the advent of a world-class love poem, it is your blessing to be able to grind for me, others want to beg me, I don't allow it, such a good opportunity is only left to you. ”

"Hmph, just blow it!" Sima Wei snorted lightly, obviously a little unconvinced, Cui Wenqing's literary talent is indeed good, but does he think that the world's best poetry can be seen everywhere like cabbage sold on the street? The so-called wonderful poems are all hard to find, and it is a great opportunity to see a few poems come out in this life.

Thinking of this, Sima Wei sighed imperceptibly.

Without thinking too much, she immediately knelt on the side of the desk, threw the fine rosin mill into the inkstone, poured water into it and slowly grinded it.

Soon, a pool of oily ink had appeared in the inkstone, exuding bursts of ink fragrance.

Cui Wenqing sat solemnly in front of the desk, spread out a piece of rice paper as white as snow, pressed the end of the rice paper with a Pixiu paperweight, and then shook his wrist, reached out and took off the brush on the pen stand, the tip of the pen swam around in the inkstone ink, and he wanted to write on the rice paper when he lifted it.

Seeing this, Sima Wei was stunned and said in surprise: "So quickly, you have already thought of a suitable poem?" ”

Cui Wenqing said with a smile: "Brother is talented, and he doesn't add a little bit of writing to the pen in a moment, what's so strange about this." ”

Sima Wei glared at him, and said worriedly: "There are only a few of us who belong to the Guozijian today, to a large extent, you also represent the Guozijian, don't make a rash speech and attract the ridicule of others, when the time comes, your shame will be small, and the shame of Guozijian will be big." ”

Cui Wenqing said with a smile and a smile: "Why are you so unconfident in me? I always think I'm going to be embarrassed, and don't say much, little girl, look at it! After that, his wrist sank, and the brush was already dancing on the rice paper.

Hearing him call himself a little girl, Sima Weiliu's eyebrows were upside down, and she was about to get angry, but when she saw that he had already begun to put down her pen, she could only endure her dissatisfaction for fear of disturbing.

Look at the words he wrote, all of them are handsome, round and full, it is indeed a rare font, as for the content......

As soon as he carefully read the first sentence he wrote, Sima Wei's pretty face suddenly froze, and her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, bursting out with an incomparable divine light, and she was directly stunned on the spot.

Cui Wenqing, who wrote the lyrics with his heart, naturally didn't notice Sima Wei's shocked expression.

His pen walked like a dragon and a snake, his wrist shook like catkins in the wind, and lines of beautiful big characters sprung up on the rice paper like mushrooms after a rain.

Sima Wei kept looking at Cui Wenqing composing lyrics, and finally, she couldn't hold back the shock and excitement in her heart anymore, and covered her little mouth that was gradually opening with her slender hand, almost stupid.

……

In the main hall, the dignitaries and dignitaries kept talking and laughing, and the topic of discussion was naturally the ongoing poetry collection.

There are a total of nine judges in today's poetry, among which Ouyang Xiu, the secretary of the ministry, is the leader.

He is the leader of the Daqi literary circle, and he is the right place to judge.

In addition, there are also Guozi Jian Cheng and Chen Ningmo, a scholar of Jiyingdian University.

As a well-deserved first talented woman in Daqi, Chen Ningmo's talent and knowledge naturally need not be said, and she and Ouyang Xiu are jointly responsible for the evaluation of poetry collections, which must be unquestionable in terms of authority.

In addition, there are seven judges, and the most eye-catching of these seven should belong to Sima Tang and Su Shi.

These two are the representatives of the younger generation of the Daqi literary circle, as early as the time of Guozijian have become famous, last year's imperial examination was a champion and a role model, becoming the object of admiration of countless young talents.

At this time, Ouyang Xiu stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "Judges, there are more than 30 scholars who participated in the poetry collection today, if they are judged one by one, I am afraid that we will not be able to do it, with the old man's meaning, we nine judges may wish to be divided into three groups, and the scholars are also three groups corresponding to it, each group selects the best poem, and comments in the main hall, I don't know what everyone thinks?" ”

Chen Ningmo smiled and said, "Ouyang Shangshu is right, it is appropriate to arrange it like this." ”

Sima Tang and Su Shi also bowed their hands at the same time: "The lower officials have no objections, please arrange it for Lord Shangshu." ”

"Okay, the old man will order directly." Ouyang Xiu patted the case lightly with his broad palm, "The first group will be in charge of the old man, and the second group will be handed over to Master Chen......"

At this point, Chen Ningmo bowed slightly and agreed.

"As for the third group, it will be handed over to Sima Zhuangyuan and Su Gongzi to be jointly responsible."

When these words landed, everyone in the hall looked towards Sima Tang and Su Shi, and their eyes were a little surprised.

After all, although these two are highly talented, they are too young to be responsible for a group of evaluation studies, is it appropriate?

Sima Tang also seemed a little hesitant, and said to Ouyang Xiu: "Lord Shangshu, if you are a shallow learner, how can you easily comment on the poetry of talented people?" Please also take back your fate. ”

Ouyang Xiu shook his hand and smiled: "Sima Tang and Su Shi, you two are the best in the literary world of the younger generation of Daqi, although they are young at present, but they will always have the day when they grow up, why do you need to be so arrogant and make the pearl dusty?" What will be judged later, to put it bluntly, I believe everyone will not be surprised. ”

As the host, Xie Junhao smiled when he heard this: "Yes, the two of you don't have to be polite." ”

Sima Tang thought about it, but he could only nod helplessly, turned around and glared at Su Shi, signaling him to be cautious, not to drag himself back.

Seeing this, Su Shi smiled lightly, his face was full of light and breezy color, obviously he didn't care about acting as a judge at all.

Soon, some officials brought in the poems written by the talented people.

Ouyang Xiu personally divided more than 30 pieces of rice paper into three points and handed them to Chen Ruoyao, Sima Tang and Su Shi respectively.

Soon, the main hall was filled with the sound of judges turning over rice paper.

The rest of the drinking officials also spontaneously lowered their voices and talked softly with each other, discussing with each other who would get the first place.

(End of chapter)