Qin Zixuan's decision disrupted Qin Zisheng's plan, but he couldn't object to it anymore, because Qin Zixuan's words were also reasonable, that is, Qin Zisheng and they were also suspected of leaking the question, so let passers-by come up with the question.

For the sake of fairness, each side pointed to one person to solve the question, Qin Zixuan had no opinion, the audience was crowded, standing at the front were talented people from all parties, and there were also famous Hanlin bachelors, and behind were the people who joined in the fun, and there was a field where the carriages and horses were parked, where the eldest ladies or masters of each family sat in the car to watch the game.

They were as hot as sweat gourds, and this couldn't stop their enthusiasm, Qin Zixuan casually pointed to a scholar who was watching the excitement, and the scholar was also stunned when he was named, how did he know what the problem should be.

Looking up at the scorching sun, he took sunshine as the theme, Qin Zixuan used his brain after listening, and the sunshine topic was also within the scope of Qin Zisheng's guess, Qin Zisheng looked confident, and took the pen to write for the first time.

Qin Zixuan raised his eyebrows, thought of Li Bai's famous poem, and also raised his pen and ink, the sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

Throwing away the pen in his hand, Qin Zixuan looked up at Qin Zisheng, who also put down the pen, with a confident smile on his face, wanting to compare poetry with himself, hehe, throw him a few streets and alleys.

Xiao Si stepped forward to take Qin Zixuan's work and put it in front of the five judges such as Ignorance, and at the same time, there was also a Hanlin who was copying with a pen, writing a large piece of paper, and then hanging it in front of the high platform, so that everyone could see King Cheng's poems.

In order to prevent some people from being illiterate, and some people stood next to them and read loudly, Qin Zisheng and the others turned green after hearing this, and Qin Zisheng rubbed off his poems angrily, but his works still didn't come out, shameful.

Qin Zixuan looked at the other party's actions and raised his eyebrows, he really couldn't afford to lose, so he was angry, this was angry, and he was too careful. Ignorance and the others looked at Qin Zisheng and shook their heads, this heart is too bad.

Next, it was Qin Zisheng's turn to point to the question, and at this time, he saw Qin Zisheng's eyes shuttling through the crowd, and finally pointed to a man in blue, the man was tall and big, and he looked like a rough old man.

The man raised his hand and laughed dryly, Qin Zixuan saw that the other party's hands were full of calluses, this guy is not only a rough man, but also a practitioner, but he doesn't know what problems a practitioner will have.

"My question is sorrow." The man shouted loudly, and replied quickly, unlike the previous scholar who looked confused, and he had to think for a while before he could think of the question, the corners of Qin Zixuan's mouth twitched, is it useful to cheat? It was a joke to meet him, the cheating ancestor.

Qin Zisheng and the others glanced at Qin Zixuan, and each of them picked up a pen to write, looking like they were in their chests, Qin Zixuan continued to pout, there are too many poems about sorrow, and they can write several poems casually.

Qin Zixuan was about to pick up the pen, and Qin Zisheng shouted: "This time it must be a poem, three poems, three words, each of which is two wins in three games." ”

Hehe, Qin Zixuan looked up at Qin Zisheng and gave him a mocking look, Qin Zixuan made up his mind to let Qin Zisheng rub the paper ball six times to see how he still came up with tricks, nothing else is more poetry, and the 5,000-year-old civilization of China is not a joke.

Qin Zixuan wrote down Li Bai's five words, with three thousand feet of white hair, and his fate seemed to be long. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror. After writing and throwing away a pen, Xiao Si hurriedly came over to take Qin Zixuan's masterpiece and put it in front of Ignorance and the others.

As soon as this poem came out, I went away, ignorance and other judges gasped, this sorrow is too long, who is competing with this poem, ignorant looked up at Qin Zisheng, his eyes were full of sympathy, this is to send his face to find a fight.

Soon, Hanlin copied the poem and hung it up, and the audience sounded the sound of inhalation, Qin Zisheng listened to others read Qin Zixuan's masterpiece, his face turned the color of pig liver, he wanted to step on Qin Zixuan to make his reputation, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face.

Rubbing his masterpiece and throwing it to the ground, Qin Zisheng knew that his work was not as good as Qin Zixuan's, and it was embarrassing to put it on the table, and then he saw the Da Chu talent group crumpling the work and throwing it away like Qin Zisheng.

Qin Zixuan stared at Qin Zisheng happily, this time the other party made a trick and was slapped in the face, this face is so thick, it hasn't been broken yet, so he continued to fight, and asked: "Boss Lu, will I choose the next person, or will the judges come up with the question?" ”

"You choose!" Qin Zisheng gritted his teeth and said, he took advantage of his own selection, Qin Zixuan was chosen randomly, but Qin Zisheng knew that he was not, he had already arranged for his subordinates to mix in the crowd, so he didn't believe that Qin Zixuan could write masterpieces again and again.

Qin Zixuan hooked his lips and pointed down, another unknown scholar was selected, this time the other party did not panic, but looked excited, he could give the prince Cheng a question, and it would be more face-saving to pass it out, he looked left and right, there were people all around, so there was a question, that is, men.

Qin Zixuan picked up the pen and wrote after hearing this, it is still Li Bai's masterpiece: Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars to 90,000 miles. If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear. When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan. Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young.

Qin Zisheng looked at Qin Zixuan's movements, his eyebrows jumped, and a bad feeling rose in his heart, he couldn't lose all three games, seeing that Xiao Si took away the poem in front of Qin Zixuan, Qin Zisheng stopped the pen in his hand and looked at the judges.

The work unfolds, and the first sentence of Dapeng rises with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles. In front of several judges, a picture scroll unfolded, magnificent, and they all looked up at Qin Zisheng, giving a sympathetic little look, this face is really strong.

Qin Zisheng's heart was beating suddenly, and soon, the masterpiece was sung, Qin Zisheng wanted to vomit blood, should he not be so pitted, rubbed off the semi-finished products in front of him with hatred, and if he didn't write it, it would be a shame to write it.

Qin Zixuan clipped his hands and stared at Qin Zisheng with a smile, not far away, Concubine Cheng and a few people sat in the carriage, listening to Qin Zixuan's masterpiece, Concubine Cheng wiped her tears excitedly, even if her son has amnesia, it is not something that anyone can provoke, a genius is a genius.

Donghuang Taiye sat outside the carriage with the Yangtze River in his arms, looking at the high-spirited Qin Zixuan on the stage, and couldn't help but sigh, this kid is slippery, and his talent is definitely first-class.

Gongliangyan looked at the Yellow River in his arms, I don't know if this kid will be as talented as his father when he grows up, the Yellow River is not interested in the excitement outside, he is interested in eating, holding Gongliangyan's hand and eating watermelon.

Hahaha, Qin Zixuan crossed his waist and only asked Qin Zisheng if he was convinced, and if he was not convinced, he would fight again, Qin Zisheng's face was pale, his eyes searched in the crowd, and finally designated a person, that person was still worried about the question, but this time he had to write words.

Qin Zisheng doesn't believe that Qin Zixuan can be so strong in poetry, and it is the same theme, I don't believe that Qin Zixuan can always be lucky and make masterpieces.

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