Xu Luqing had just lifted one foot when he heard Xu Shixing in front of the table chanting excitedly:

"If life is only as it first seems!"

"Boom ......"

Xu Luqing felt his head thump, and he was stunned at that time. The raised foot was still hanging in the air, but the whole person was in a state of confusion.

People like him who often linger in Fengyue places, even if they are not good at poetry, but they have a soft spot for the poetry of Fenghua Xueyue, and they are often deeply touched, but this sentence "If life is only as first seen" made Xu Luqing completely out of shape, he didn't think about what the next sentence should be at all, but just whispered in a daze:

"If life is only as it ...... first seen"

"If life is only as it ...... first seen"

The Xiangxiang girl on the second floor was also muttering like a distraction, Xu Luqing who was lingering in the Fengyue place was so distracted, not to mention the Xiangxiang girl who was originally in the Fengyue place.

"If life is only as it ...... first seen"

The people inside and outside the Piaoxiang Building were recalling this sentence, and for a while, there was silence inside and outside the Piaoxiang Building. Readers are all amorous seeds, and they have a lot of feelings about the things of Fengyue, and at this time, when they recall their previous things, they can't help but feel pantothenic acid in their hearts.

Time passed in silence, Luo Xin watched Xu Luqing stand there with one foot raised, and couldn't help but smile on his face:

"Brother Lu Qing, it's your turn."

"Oooh......"

Xu Luqing suddenly came to his senses, and the one foot he raised suddenly stepped into the air, his body staggered, he almost fell, and he stumbled two steps before he stood firmly, and his face was red with shame. At the same time, all the people in Piaoxiang Building also came to their senses and saw Xu Luqing's embarrassed appearance. And at this time, Luo Xin stretched out his hand, made a gesture of supporting Xu Luqing, and said with a smile:

"It's just a poem, and it's not a classic, Brother Lu Qing's family has a family history, there must be no problem. I'm still waiting for Brother Lu Qing to continue the poem into a classic next, don't be pressured! Hehe......"

Xu Luqing took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile on his face and said, "Pressure? Hehe...... It will not disappoint. ”

"Okay, I'm waiting to enjoy Brother Lu Qing's classic masterpieces. Brother Lu Qing has this confidence, and it is indeed the origin of the Xu family. ”

Everyone also heard it at this time, and Luo Xin pointed out the origin of the Xu family twice. If Xu Luqing continues to make a masterpiece, it will be the origin of family learning, and it will naturally bring out the literary talent of the old Xu family in the court. If it can't be continued, or the dog's tail continues to be mink, it means that the Xu family has no family education, and being an old court is just a mediocre talent.

Everyone knows the personal enmity between the Xu family and Luo Xin, and Xu Luqing just now is obviously stepping on Luo Xin, the relationship between the two families is like this, and no one thinks that Luo Xin is arrogant and disrespectful to the old and virtuous.

But......

Can this poem Xu Luqing continue?

This is not just a casual sentence, it must be worthy of life if it is only as first seen this sentence, otherwise it is a dog's tail and mink, this competition, not comparable.

Everyone was in high spirits, and their eyes were shining at Xu Luqing. The Xiangxiang girl on the second floor, her eyes kept going back and forth on Luo Xin and Xu Luqing.

"If life is only as it first seems...... What a literary talent! Just this sentence makes people's hearts ripple......"

Time was passing quickly, Xu Luqing stood in front of the table, his face gradually turned pale, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

This...... I really can't continue it!

It's not that it can't be continued, it's just a few sentences that he came up with, and once he writes it, it will immediately give people the feeling of a dog's tail continuing to mink. It's better not to write.

Watching the time pass little by little, Jiang Wencai's face began to turn pale.

Although he stood behind Xu Luqing and couldn't see Xu Luqing's pale face and beads of sweat on his forehead, Xu Luqing had been motionless, what else did he not understand?

This shows that Xu Luqing can't write it!

If Xu Luqing can't write this, isn't it a loss for an adult?

What a shame for adults!

At this time, inside and outside the Piaoxiang Building, there are more than 1,000 scholars, in front of so many people, lost to Luo Xin, this is not a loss of adults, what is it?

The most important thing is that all of this was facilitated by his Jiang Wencai.

If Xu Luqing wins, he will naturally win the favor of the Xu family, and from then on he will hug the big thick legs of the Xu family, not to mention the glory and wealth in the future.

But......

If Xu Luqing loses, I'm afraid he hates him Jiang Wencai more than Luo Xin. After all, Luo Xin did not take the initiative to provoke Xu Luqing, but he Jiang Wencai contributed to it, Xu Luqing didn't hate him, who did Jiang Wencai hate?

has already offended Luo Xin, and then offended the Xu family, will this Ming officialdom still have its own way out in the future?

A layer of sweat appeared on his head when he landed, but in his eagerness, he really couldn't think of any way, so he could only look at Xu Luqing's back blankly.

Xu Luqing over there was already a flushed face, his back felt wet, and he thought about the poems about the wind and snow and the moon that he could think of, and he couldn't think of a suitable verse, seeing that the time was up, he put the pen and said:

"This game is lost, no, please."

Luo Xin smiled faintly, stepped forward, and lifted the pen. Suddenly, there was no sound of breathing in the entire Piaoxiang Building, and everyone held their breath. His eyes were fixed on Luo Xin. I saw Luo Xin write a sentence with a pen, and then retreated to the back, nodded slightly to Xu Luqing and said:

"Brother Xu, please!"

And at this time, Xu Shixing chanted aloud again: "What's the autumn wind sad painting fan."

"Boom ......"

All of a sudden, there were discussions inside and outside the Piaoxiang Building, some people knew this allusion, and some didn't know, after all, there were still some people who died studying and were dedicated to the imperial examination, and they didn't know about such an allusion. There are even some poor disciples, who originally read few books, all of which are related to the four books and five classics of scientific research, where do you know these allusions to love and love, some people asked, and there are more people who are good teachers, showing their erudition and explaining loudly:

"What's the autumn wind sad painting fan comes from the Han Ban Jieyu abandoned allusion. Ban Jieyu was the concubine of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty, who was slandered by Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Hede, and retired to the cold palace. The poem "Ban Jieyu's Resentment" by Liang Liu Xiaoyu of the Northern and Southern Dynasties also pointed out that "the concubine's body is like an autumn fan", and then the autumn fan was used to see the woman being abandoned. This is to say that they should love each other and linger in the clouds, but they have become today's separation and abandonment. ”

Chen Dong also sighed with emotion: "If life is only as it is when you first see it, what is the autumn wind and sorrow, which shows the joys and sorrows of the world." If life is only as it first seems. In just seven words, how many sad tails are exhausted. When we first met, people were like peacocks, instinctively gorgeous, polite and shy to restrain their temper and bloom beautifully. And most of those viewers were appreciative, secretly applauding, and loving. For a long time, the peacock is tired, its wings are gradually receding, and occasionally, it will turn around, leaving a light and faded abruptness, and it will be embarrassing for life. This is true for people, and lovers are not immune.

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