Luo Ding was proud, but he heard a voice and smiled: "Young Master Luo, Wenhua has not yet been served, who wins and who loses, the coffin has not yet been decided, and it is still too early to be happy." ”

Luo Ding's laughter stopped, and everyone followed the sound, but saw that it was Mr. Lan from Caotang Academy who spoke.

If someone else said this, Luo Ding would have to sneer at him, but the Caotang Academy has a great reputation in Yunshan Mansion, and the elite of Yunshan is out of the Caotang, this Mr. Lan has a very high prestige among the literati and bachelors, not to mention that Luo Ding is the commander of the Weisuo Army to make Luo Shiheng see Mr. Lan, that is also to salute three points, otherwise offending Mr. Lan is equivalent to offending the literati of Yunshan Mansion and even Xishan Road, this is a huge force.

The students of the Caotang Academy, there are not a few officials who are officials, they live in various provinces of Daqin, some are already Beijing officials, not to mention others, the first person of the Caotang Academy is Xu Congyang, the left capital of the Imperial Palace of the Metropolitan Inspection Academy, who is high and powerful, which can be said to be the symbol of the Caotang Academy, the Caotang Academy seems to be just a higher academy, but the intricate connections behind it, that even the Governor Qiao Mingtang does not dare to underestimate.

No matter how stupid Luo Ding was, he didn't dare to offend Mr. Lan in the slightest.

Mr. Lan stood up, still maintaining a kind smile, and said: "Next is the choice of Wenhua, the current ranking of the six girls is up and down, but who the Oiran belongs in the end depends on whether you have the ability to change their ranking." ”

The literati and in the courtyard looked at each other, and finally one of them walked out slowly, and under the gaze of everyone, walked to Mr. Lan's long table, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "The students are willing to sacrifice their ugliness here!" ”

Mr. Lan shook his head and said solemnly: "There is no such thing as ugliness, there is only a difference between attainment and non-attainment, you can try!" ”

This person stepped forward, next to someone immediately presented pen, ink, paper and inkstone, this person held a wolf, pondered slightly, and began to write on the paper, there was silence all around, the second and third floors of the railing were also surrounded by girls, one by one probes to look.

After a few moments, the man put down the wolf's hair, bowed deeply, and stood aside.

This person wrote a few pieces of paper, and the three gentlemen took the paper to see it, compared to the financial resources of the flowers, this time the Wenhua seemed very quiet, the courtyard of Nuoda, hundreds of people upstairs and downstairs, but no one made a sound.

The three gentlemen looked at the poems written by this person one by one, and they all shook their heads slightly, and the man stood aside, and when he saw the three gentlemen nodding again and again, his heart suddenly cooled half.

Soon, Mr. Lan raised his hand and said, "You go down first!" ”

The man bowed again, and retreated in frustration.

After he retreated, several scribes immediately came forward, old and young, silent, these people also wrote poems one after another, the three gentlemen passed one by one, but when they saw the poems, they all frowned and shook their heads, the scribes took turns to come up, and in a moment more than ten people came forward to try, and I don't know whether these people's words are really too weak, or the three gentlemen are too strict, but not a single poem has passed, and not a single flower has been issued.

The eyes of those rich and wealthy businessmen suddenly showed color, and their eyes showed even more disdain.

In fact, this is a contest between literature and money, but according to the current view, literature is invincible to money after all.

Yingren was upset at this time, Ling Shuang was obtained by Luo Ding, this is something he can't accept no matter what, and he is thinking about how to turn defeat into victory.

Suddenly, I heard the girl's voice from upstairs: "Hey, Han Gongzi has come out......!" ”

"Ah, yes, look, Han Mo and Han Gongzi have come out."

Yingying Yanyan, for a while, seemed a little noisy, only to see a white-clothed boy slowly walking out from under the corridor, he was only twenty-four or five years old, his skin was bronzed, handsome, and generous, and he walked slowly to the front of the long table.

Chu Huan had already heard someone next to him talking at this time: "Han Mo is also here?" Well, he is indispensable for such a grand event! ”

"This person has an excellent reputation, it is said that his hometown is in Tokaido, and he only came to our Yunshan Mansion last year to study in Caotang Academy."

"Well, this person has a great reputation in the East China Sea, and he came to our Yunshan Mansion, and it is said that he is very popular in Caotang Academy."

"It looks like Wenhua is coming out of him."

Han Mo walked to the long table and bowed, but Mr. Lan actually showed appreciation and said with a smile: "Han Mo, although you are a member of our Caotang Academy, the old man will not show mercy to his subordinates. ”

Han Mo nodded with a smile, and didn't say much, before writing, his writing action was also very chic, and in a moment, there were already several inscription poems, and he gave them up, and said respectfully: "The student is exhausted today, and he can only write six poems!" ”

Mr. Lou stroked his beard and smiled: "Do what you can, you can know how to advance and retreat, and you really deserve to be Mr. Lan's protégé!" ”

The three gentlemen didn't say much, they observed one by one, and when they saw Han Mo's poems, the three gentlemen finally showed appreciation, and then discussed in a low voice, and Mr. Lan said: "Han Mo, five of your six poems can get Wenhua, but this one word is still flawed and can't be passed!" ”

Han Mo saluted respectfully and said, "The student is not talented!" ”

Mr. Lan had already gotten up and said around: "Of Han Mo's six poems, five of them can be Wenhua, and if the poems are good, they will post the poems that have passed the test for everyone to enjoy." The old man asked himself if he was not favoritism, and the result was to discuss with Mr. Lou and Mr. Zhao. ”

The people around were busy saying: "Don't dare, don't dare!" ”

They knew the fairness of these three gentlemen, and they also knew that Han Mo's talent and learning could win Wenhua, but it was also expected by everyone, but Han Mo passed five of the six songs, which still amazed everyone.

The girls upstairs showed admiration for Han Mo one by one.

Only then did Mr. Lan ask Han Mo: "You got fifty Wen Flowers, who are you willing to give them to?" ”

Among the six girls, the least one girl has eighty solo flowers, so although Han Mo has fifty literary flowers, he is not qualified to take off the brand, but such an achievement is already amazing.

Han Mo looked at the girl with the least number of flowers, and said with a smile: "Miss Huanbi in the Powder Makeup Pavilion is delicate and lovely, these fifty flowers will be given to Miss Huanbi!" ”

There was a sudden exclamation all around, Miss Huanbi was originally ranked the lowest, but she didn't expect that Han Mo, a talented man, would give her all the literary flowers, she was excited, and hurriedly saluted Han Mo Yingying, she got these fifty literary flowers, and her ranking suddenly rose one place, ranking fifth.

Han Mo smiled slightly, and saluted Mr. Lan and the others, but he didn't say much, but he walked away with his hands behind his back in front of everyone.

He came out amazingly, and he walked chicly, with the elegant and free and easy style of a literati, all the girls watched him leave, although he didn't take off the sign tonight, but only in this short time, this Han Mo's reputation has reached the extreme, and it will spread everywhere tomorrow, and Han Mo's elegant thing that is light and light will be recited by others, and he will also become an idol figure in Yunshan Mansion.

Next, there were more than 30 talented scribes who stepped forward, although there were many literati in Yunshan, but not everyone could come in, and the entry of twenty taels of silver had already blocked countless talented scribes, and only a small part of them entered Baoxiang Building.

Among these more than 30 people, there are more than 10 poems that have passed, but the highest person has only two poems to pass, which has nothing to do with the overall situation, and it seems impossible for Wenhua to take off the card today.

The literati who stepped forward gradually decreased, Yingren finally couldn't help it, suddenly got up, and went straight to the long table, Chu Huan and the others were taken aback, but they didn't expect that Yingren would also go to grab Wenhua.

The people in the courtyard were surprised, Yingren sat at the table, looking like a rich person, but he didn't expect to take the flowers.

Luo Ding frowned suddenly, he had surpassed Yingren by one hundred and twenty flowers, he thought that getting Lingshuang was a sure thing, but who knew that Yingren was not dead, and he wanted to use Wenhua to fight with him.

But soon he sneered, the difference between one hundred and twenty flowers is not a small amount, unless Yingren has the ability to make thirteen poems, and must pass all of them, then it is possible to win him.

Even the talented Han Mo only had five songs, and Luo Ding didn't believe that Yingren could pass thirteen songs at all.

Yingren stepped forward and saluted respectfully, Mr. Lan saw that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he dared to stand up, a little surprised, but there was no order, although he was young, he was not necessarily talentless, and nodded with a smile.

Ling Shuang on the lotus platform was also a little surprised when she saw Yingren come out, and looked at Yingren with watery eyes.

Yingren came up, he was also in a hurry, there was really no way, he was never willing to lose to Luo Ding, and he was not willing to let Ling Shuang become Luo Ding's blasphemous, and stepped forward, but when he put pen to paper, his mind was blank, although he had to be taught by Xu Congyang, but talent could not be taught after all, and naturally it was impossible for Xu Congyang to have the talent to write poetry, so he couldn't help frowning.

Luo Ding was still a little nervous when he saw Yingren lifting the pen, but he could see Yingren frowning, and suddenly showed a mocking smile.

Chu Huan sighed when he saw Yingren like that, Yingren was in a hurry, but in a hurry, it was often difficult to be inspired, and it was really difficult to write good poems.

Of course, Chu Huan didn't want to see Ling Shuang become Luo Ding's crotch plaything, and he was also thinking about helping in his heart, but Yingren was in a hurry, he didn't have time to stop him, and when he saw Yingren in trouble, he had no choice but to get up and walk over.

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked again, and when Ling Shuang saw Chu Huan come out, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Chu Huan walked up to Yingren in full view of everyone, and said with a smile: "Childe, I still remember those poems you wrote a few days ago, so it's better for me to pick up the pen and help Childe write them!" ”

Yingren was in trouble, and when he saw Chu Huan come out, like a drowning man seeing a ship, he was so excited that he almost wanted to hug Chu Huan and kiss him a few times, he also knew that everyone was watching, so he pretended to hesitate, and finally nodded and said: "It's okay, those poems of this son, you can write them and let a few gentlemen comment on them!" ”

He didn't know what Chu Huan could write, but at this moment, he could only ask Chu Huan to help.

Chu Huan saluted Mr. Lan and the others respectfully, and said, "I am not talented, I am willing to write the poems he wrote on behalf of Xu Gongzi, and I also ask the three gentlemen for permission!" ”

What kind of characters Mr. Lan and the three of them are, Yingren is in trouble, how can they not see that Chu Huan came up and claimed to write the poems written by Yingren, but the three of them knew that they were just coming out to relieve Yingren.

Fortunately, the three gentlemen are all poets, and they don't care who wrote it, they only care if there are really good poems, and after looking at each other, Mr. Lan nodded and said, "You come!" ”

Chu Huan arched his hand, took the wolf hair from Yingren's hand, laid out the paper, but began to think about the poems in his memory.

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