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Ming Zhongxin took it and opened it to take a look. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The microwave ripples the willow embankment, and the delicate eyes are fascinated. Listen to the laughter on the cruise ship, and enjoy the pleasure of Minghu Lake. ”

It turned out to be written about Daming Lake, and the text was good, no wonder Huang Ju and others were willing to bow down.

Close your eyes and think for a while, confident and confident, "Pen and ink are waiting!" ”

Hu Wenchao gestured to him.

Someone next to it prepares.

"Twelve Rhymes of Ming Lake": The East Mountain Range of the Earth Yong, the name is Minghu Spring. Hundreds of layers fly into rain, and thousands of acres converge into an abyss. Run down to the sea, the source is high but from the sky. The smoke comes to the branches, and the snow falls on the clouds. Faintly see the light of Yao, and the sound of the coriander is heard. The red building bridge is like a turn, and the Wubang is along the way. Xinghan pours down with the bay, and the reflection of the building is fresh. Jiaolong Pancui Island, geese rise Qiongtian. The mirror crystal is glowing, and the bead marks are rippling and round. At the beginning of the cuiliu, the half-opened lotus is embraced. Reward the lonely jian, and the aftermath is overflowing. That dwelling is really celebrated, and the fish algae is in the psalms. ”

Looking at this poem, Hu Wenchao and others looked confused, when did the Lingxian scholars have this poetic talent? No way?

Hu Wenchao and other Licheng candidates instantly aroused their fighting spirit!

Someone picked up the manuscript and sang it aloud.

After hearing this, the child of Lingxian County applauded and looked at Hu Wenchao with slanted eyes.

Let you be scared, look, our case leader will kill you in an instant!

"Good, not bad, but it's just evenly matched, no matter who wins or loses!" Hu Wenchao said against his will.

Ming Zhongxin smiled silently.

Lingxian Tongsheng was not allowed.

"Our poems are better than yours! Don't disadmit it! ”

"It's really shameless, if you lose, you don't admit it, and you are a scholar in vain!"

"I'm blind, such an obvious contrast, I can't even pretend to be able to see it! It's too dirty! ”

"It's said that it's equal, you say, where is it?"

Lingxian Tongsheng yelled for a while.

Hu Wenchao and the others ignored it, and boos erupted for a while.

Ming Zhongxin raised his hand, and Lingxian Tongsheng immediately stopped boosing.

Hu Wenchao and the others were shocked, this person actually had such a reputation among the children of Lingxian County, it was incredible!

Looking at the psalm again, Hu Wenchao had palpitations, it seems that it will not work if he doesn't take out the effort to press the bottom of the box today!

"Okay, you don't need to argue, and listen to what the students in Licheng have to think, and then compare!" Ming Zhongxin said calmly.

Oh, yes! If you don't accept it, you will beat them until they are convinced! Thinking of Ming Zhongxin's style in the Lanting Literary Society and Poetry Society, the children of Lingxian County smiled and stopped talking.

"Okay, please ask all the seniors in Licheng to ask questions!"

Some of the candidates in Licheng also had slightly red faces and were extremely embarrassed.

It's so undeserved, I lost but didn't admit it, other people's poems are indeed better than my own poems, and they made them instantly, but I and others pondered for a long time, isn't this a high judgment?

However, Hu Wenchao blew the cowhide in front of someone a few days ago, and today he must have made Ming Zhongxin ugly and unable to gain a foothold in Fucheng.

Now, he has to bite the bullet, and he really doesn't have the ability to press the bottom of the box, of course he will be unwilling!

"Okay, since Brother Ming is so heroic, then we're welcome!"

Cut, although the children of Lingxian County trusted Ming Zhongxin, it did not prevent them from despising Hu Wenchao.

Hu Wenchao just couldn't hear it, and directly put forward the conditions.

"First, at this time, it is the time of spring, let's take spring as the theme!"

Ming Zhongxin nodded slightly, but it was not difficult.

"Second, since Brother Ming is the head of the county test, then, if the topic is simple, you will look down on Brother Ming, so the poem must meet a requirement of 'strange', or the format is peculiar, or the rhyme is peculiar, etc., etc., just strange."

There was an uproar in the crowd, this is difficult.

"The third requirement is that the number of words should not be too much, and try to be concise."

Ming Zhongxin smiled and shook his head, this should be their bottom of the box, it seems that they are really prepared!

The children in Lingxian County all looked at Ming Zhongxin worriedly, and when they saw Ming Zhongxin's smile, they couldn't help but feel calm.

"Brother Ming, please!" Hu Wenchao stretched out his hand and asked Ming Zhongxin to write first.

"Wait!" Ming Zhongxin stopped Hu Wenchao.

"What's the matter, Brother Ming is scared?" Hu Wenchao smiled proudly.

"It's not enough to be afraid, but in front of the competition, shouldn't we talk about winning or losing?"

"This?" Hu Wenchao said embarrassedly.

"Why don't I make a suggestion?" Ming Zhongxin said with a smile.

"Okay, you say!"

"If you lose, you shout three times on the streets of Fucheng tomorrow, 'Licheng County is not as good as Beiling County!' If I lose, I will shout three times on the streets of Fucheng tomorrow, 'Lingxian is not as good as Licheng County!' 'What do you think?' ”

"No, your Ling County is not as good as our Licheng County, so it's unfair to do so! No, never! Hu Wenchao strongly objected.

"Then add one more, if I lose, I will quit this government test and will no longer take the test!" Ming Zhongxin smiled lightly.

"No, no!" The children of Lingxian County were shocked and immediately objected loudly.

Ming Zhongxin raised his hand, and the children of Lingxian County stopped shouting.

"Guys, don't you believe me!"

"Believe!"

"Does what I said in Mingzhongxin not count?"

"Nope!"

"Well, since you believe me, don't stop me! I will definitely not discredit Ling County! ”

"Good! Let the candidates in Licheng see the demeanor of our Lingxian people! Huang Ju and the three of them applauded in unison, "Come on!" ”

In an instant, the children of Lingxian County shouted in unison, "Come on!" ”

"Come on!"

Hu Wenchao and other Licheng candidates scoffed at this, if they shouted a slogan to win the competition, then we would be a fart!

"Yes!" Hu Wenchao discussed the matter again with the candidates in Licheng behind him. "But we also have to add that the poem must be written within twenty breaths."

The children of Lingxian County were in an uproar, this is too harsh!

"It's okay, since Brother Hu is like this, then please also witness to all the scholars present, my Lingxian and Licheng candidates compete here, if either side loses, they will fulfill their promises and shout three times on Fucheng Street." Ming Zhongxin explained the bet to the reader who was already present.

Hu Wenchao and the others had a little ugly face for a while, and at the same time they were also a little drumming in their hearts, on this occasion, if they and others lost, they would lose all their face, and more importantly, they couldn't play the calculation of the accounts they had done before, otherwise they would be despised by the scholars in Jinan Mansion!

"Good! Brother Hu first, please" Ming Zhongxin finished explaining, and nodded to Hu Wenchao with a smile.

Everyone was worried.

"Okay, then Hu will take the first step!" Hu Wenchao got off the donkey, and he was impatient for a long time, and if he wanted to perform, he no longer pushed and started writing directly.

But I saw Ming Zhongxin smile slightly and start writing slowly.

Five breaths!

Ten breaths!

Within ten breaths, Hu Wenchao stopped writing.

Someone stepped forward and picked up Hu Wenchao's poem manuscript and sang the poem.

"Spring mountains are full of falling flowers, and green trees are new branches. The golden clouds reflect the sun, and the Qingjiang fishing boat returns. ”

This is a scene, although the writing is good, but it is very ordinary, it can't be called strange? A child next to him whispered and questioned.

Some people also shook their heads to express their incomprehension.

Ming Zhongxin knew it in his heart and smiled silently.

Huang Ju and others were shocked, this is a palindromic poem written, and they haven't heard that CITIC has studied palindromic poems! This sucks!