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Luo Xin didn't think that those scholars who were frowning and thinking were all pretending, it was obvious that a few scholars were thinking hard there, and the speed of grinding ink was extremely slow, thinking that these scholars were like himself, and they all suddenly learned about the Taoyuan Literary Society, and they didn't have time to prepare.

"What a life is really changing!"

Luo Xin sighed in his heart while watching in a relaxed mood. glanced at the uncle again, and saw that the uncle was in high spirits, and said in his heart that the uncle should have been preparing for this meeting for a long time.

"Brother Xin, why aren't you ready?"

Zhang Xun whispered to Luo Xin while grinding ink, I have to say that Zhang Xun really regards Luo Xin as a close friend, and when he saw Luo Xin leaning on the trunk of the tree with a leisurely appearance, he couldn't help but be anxious for him.

"Shh

Luo Xin put his finger to his lips and winked at him. Zhang Xun understood that Luo Xin didn't want to write poetry, or ...... I can't do it.

Think about it, what poetry does an eight-year-old child do! There are a few Luo Bing Wang! Anyway, there are more than 100 people here, and everyone is very unfamiliar with Luo Xin, even if he doesn't write poetry, no one knows.

So Zhang Xun no longer paid attention to Luo Xin, and after grinding the ink, he picked up the pen and began to write. Luo Xin watched him keep writing, and snickered in his heart, he must have been prepared. Looking at Zhang Xun's expression carefully, I saw that although he did not frown, there was also a faint worry between his eyebrows, thinking that he had no confidence in the poems he prepared.

The rustling of the pen on the paper began to gradually sound in the peach forest, and there was a tense atmosphere floating in the peach forest, in which only Luo Xin was the most leisurely.

About two quarters of an hour later, someone began to hand in poems, the first one to Luo Xin's surprise, it was not the son of Zhou Zhixian, but the prodigy Haizheng of Yanglin County, followed by Jianming, and then Zhou Yu, and then began to hand in poems one after another, Zhou Zhixian and Lu Tingfang began to get busy, and talked in a low voice from time to time.

Luo Xin looked at Zhou Zhixian and Lu Tingfang from a distance, and saw that their expressions were extremely calm, even if they read Zhou Yu's poems, their expressions did not change much, according to the style of the literati at this time, if they saw a good poem, they would definitely be happy, just like a person with good wine drank pure pulp.

There is only one explanation, and that is that there are no good poems that make their eyes shine.

Seeing this, Luo Xin couldn't help but nod his head in appreciation to Zhou Zhixian. Presumably, Zhou Zhixian did not help Zhou Yu, although Zhou Yu prepared poems, he did not go through Zhou Zhixian's early correction.

This father and son have the backbone of scholars.

Reviewing more than 100 poems was not an easy task, and it took a lot of time to finally complete the review of the last poem. A stack of papers was stacked aside, and only three pieces of paper were placed on the desk, which were the three poems selected by the Taolin Literary Society today.

It seems that several people in Zhou Zhixian have already discussed it in advance, and at this time, a thin middle-aged man picked up a poem manuscript in front of him, and said with a smile on his face:

"Today, the old man will comment on the poems of this Taolin Literary Conference."

Everyone was in high spirits, and even Luo Xin sat up straight. Then I heard the thin old man chant slowly:

"Don't write about the sunny forest, write about the rainforest,

Just like the smoke clouds of the Ming Lake.

Everything in the world is blurred,

The wind and the cloud car will be returned. ”

The scholars were silent, and Luo Xin also sat up straight, he didn't expect that there were still people in Yanglin County who made such good poems. The artistic conception of this poem is far-reaching!

"I won't say much about this poem, it's a rare good poem. It's just that the artistic conception is a little negative, full of a rare and confused thought, very Taoist charm, if it is we old guys have this kind of thought, it is not an exaggeration, but all the lives are in their prime, when they contribute to the country, this kind of thinking will fall down, so we will be rated as the flower of this literary meeting, and now the old man comes to read the author of this poem, he is Zhou Yu. ”

"Congratulations, Brother Zhou!"

The nearby scholars congratulated Zhou Yu one after another, although Zhou Yu was vaguely criticized, but his expression was indifferent, and he first saluted the thin old man:

"Thank you for your review!"

The monk also nodded with a smile and said, "The virtuous nephew still has to work hard!" ”

"Yes!"

Luo Xin glanced at Zhang Xun, and saw that Zhang Xun's face was a little lost, thinking that he already felt that he could not enter the top two. looked at the uncle again, but saw that the uncle's face was full of expectation, Luo Xin also looked forward to it, to be honest, he really didn't know how much he learned as an uncle.

Next, the list of poems of this literary meeting commented by Zhou Zhixian was obtained concisely. What surprised Luo Xin the most was that the winner of this literary meeting turned out to be Haizheng, an eleven-year-old prodigy. After Lu Tingfang finished commenting, he looked at Haizheng Road expectantly:

"Haizheng, when the old man looks forward to seeing you again, you are already a talent."

"Yes, students must work hard!"

Luo Xin looked at the uncle again, and saw the uncle's face full of loss, and stood there dejectedly. He looked away and stopped paying attention.

Zhou Zhixian on the side couldn't help but laugh and said: "I didn't expect that the champion of this Taolin Cultural Conference was won by the youngest child, congratulations, hahaha......"

A hint of pride appeared on Haizheng's face, and a trace of worry appeared in Lu Tingfang's eyes, he was most afraid of becoming famous at a young age and then losing himself. But at this time, he couldn't reprimand, just shook his head slightly and said no more.

"There's an even younger one here!" Suddenly, a scholar beside Luo Xin pointed at Luo Xindao.

Luo Xin just shrank his head, the hatred in his heart! What does it matter to you when I'm young? There is no grass by the river, where is the donkey?

"Oh?" Zhou Zhixian's eyes lit up: "There are younger ones?" ”

The person sitting in front of Luo Xin moved to the side and revealed Luo Xin. Lu Tingfang saw Luo Xin at a glance, and his expression showed a trace of anxiety, on the one hand, he was worried that Luo Xin would become famous when he was young here, and on the other hand, he was also worried that Luo Xin was resentful that he didn't tell him about the Taolin Wenhui, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart:

"Why is Luo Xin here?"

Zhou Zhixian looked at Luo Xin with interest: "This is the descendant of the He family?" ”

Luo Xin stood up helplessly, bowed to the seat in front of him, and said, "I've seen Lord Zhou, I've seen Uncle Lu, I've seen the mountain and wild monks, and the student Shanglin Village Luo Xin." ”

"Oh? Are you Luo Xin? I've heard Brother Zhang talk about you! When Zhou Zhixian said this, his eyes flashed, and he saw Zhang Xun next to Luo Xin, and said with a smile:

"Nephew Zhang Xian brought you here, right?"

"Yes!" Luo Xin replied respectfully, Luo Xin naturally heard that the "Brother Zhang" in the mouth of the mountain and wild monks was Zhang Xun and his father Zhang Shu.

"I heard that you are a prodigy from Shanglin Village?" Zhouzhi County is full of interest.

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