Cui Huanzhi was looking forward to it, but he wouldn't ask, he wanted to guess to see if he could guess which one was Chu Xian with the poems made by the other party. At this time, Cui Huanzhi saw Bai Zijin, first stunned, and then suspicious, as if the words came to his lips, but he didn't ask.

Bai Zijin looked indifferent.

"Maybe it's the wrong person. Cui Huanyi secretly said in his heart, after careful comparison, he felt more and more that he had recognized the wrong person, and he was relieved at the moment.

Then he had a plan at this time, so he said: "As students who participated in this year's township examination, your literary talent is naturally not bad, it is better to do this, now, each of you composes a poem, only say poetry, but don't say your name." ”

Many students don't know what Cui Huanzhi is going to do, but they don't dare to ask, but they are all very excited, obviously, if they can make a poem that Lord Cui values, presumably, they will be able to get the favor of this adult.

Among them, Feng Yu looked confident, and Su Ji grabbed his cuffs excitedly.

This is an opportunity.

Once you can be praised by Master Cui, then it is possible to change your fate.

Originally, Su Ji himself had a poem, but he felt that his poem was far worse than Chu Xian's, and if he used his own one, it would definitely be difficult to be brilliant, let alone overpower other students.

Therefore, at this time, Su Ji had already made a decision.

He wants to plagiarize Chu Xian's poem, after all, Chu Xian is not here, who knows that he used his poem? Even if Chu Xian knows afterwards, he can pretend not to know, as long as he seizes this opportunity, then from now on, people like Chu Xian will not be qualified to make friends with him again.

Thinking of this, Su Ji's nervous palms were sweaty.

"Okay, you will compose a poem one by one, and I will judge it with Master Cui. Wu Gan couldn't figure out what Cui Huanzhi was going to do, but he didn't ask at all, Cui Huanzhi was higher than him, and he was about to serve as the inspector of the imperial history, so he just had to cooperate.

Next, these students who participated in the township examination this year stepped forward one by one, shook their heads, and said the poems they made, this first one, I don't know if it was because of nervousness or not thinking about it, but only read a sentence "I haven't seen the snow drifting flowers have been thanked" and got stuck, and I couldn't say the next sentence.

The other students were naturally happy to see this, and they laughed out loud at the moment, which made the student even more nervous, his mind went blank, and finally he retreated in frustration.

That's abstention.

"It doesn't matter, poetry talks about inspiration, and something is like this, if you can't think of it, you just can't think of it. Cui Huanzhi waved his hand, signaling not to care.

But, can this not be cared for?

Immediately afterwards, the students behind also played one by one.

When it was Feng Yu's turn, he took a few steps forward on crutches: "The student has seen two adults, a small poem, and asked the two adults for guidance." ”

After speaking, he opened his mouth to chant a poem: "The pillow is cold on a moonlit night." ”

Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "See the light outside the window again." ”

After pondering for a while, he saw that the surrounding students and the two adults had paid attention, and then he said: "Listen to the wind and know that the snow is heavy, and when you hear the sound of breaking branches." ”

After speaking, several students praised: "What a poem." ”

"On a moonlit night, I felt that the pillow was cold, and I saw the light outside the window. Listen to the wind and know the heavy snow, and hear the sound of breaking branches. It is indeed a good poem, with a sense of meaning. ”

Someone praised it, Feng Yu was naturally proud, especially when he saw that Lord Wu Qian was also nodding, he was even more happy.

This poem, but he spent money to buy it from others, and the other party is quite talented, far beyond the average student, at least to the extent that he is in the top three of the list.

Can this poem be bad?

In all fairness, Feng Yu's poem is indeed the best so far, and the poems of other students, whether it is neat rhyme or artistic conception, are worse.

The next few were also bland, and even Wu Gan didn't even nod his head.

At this time, Bai Zijin stepped forward and said: "The snow falls on the Lingcheng and is a foot cold, the boudoir sighs that there is no flower hermitage, the spring breeze blows in March at the head of the city, and I am surprised to find that the plum blossoms are blooming." ”

Cui Huanzhi's eyes immediately lit up, and the secret path was good.

Could it be that this white-looking, pure, soft and weak student is Chu Xian?

Cui Huanzhi chewed the poem carefully and shook his head.

No.

Chu Xian's articles are old-fashioned, scheming, governance, law, poetry, and have extremely high insights, if Chu Xian came to compose poetry, it would not be like this. But this poem is not bad, at least so far, among the students who have appeared, this person should be the first.

The last one, Suji's turn.

Su Ji listened carefully just now, not to mention Bai Zijin's poems, but Feng Yu's poems, he can't compare with himself, if he wants to get ahead, he wants to overpower many students, it seems that he can only use that one poem.

At that moment, Su Ji took a step forward and pretended to tell the poem.

"The wind blows the leaves and the twilight is deep,

The beauty is like jade and snow.

Becoming a king stepping on the moon and dreaming of dancing swords,

The treacherous one came out and cut the hell. ”

Su Ji's recitation was full of emotion, and it can be said that the ambition in the poem was expressed, and the moment he heard this poem, Cui Huanzhi's eyes lit up.

He even stepped forward excitedly.

That's right.

is this poem, Cui Huanzhi can even be sure that the only one who can make this poem is that Chu Xian.

Not to mention Cui Huanzhi, even Wu Gan's heart jumped, and he nodded again and again, this poem is indeed good, especially the artistic conception and the implication that the way of heaven is for the public to support justice, which is even more remarkable.

Obviously, if there is no accident, this poem will inevitably become the leader of today's poetry club.

Cui Huanzhi is still like this, let alone other people, Wu Gan is opening his mouth to praise at the moment, not sparing his eyes of praise, and looking at Su Ji with kindness.

This made Su Ji tremble with excitement, and secretly said that this was about to come to work.

As long as he can get the favor of the two adults, even if he doesn't get the top student, he should be able to rely on this relationship to find an errand in the yamen, even if it is just a writer, it is better than those peddlers and pawns.

Although he was excited, Su Ji still pretended to bow down and said, "The adults have praised it falsely, and the students dare not be ashamed." ”

Other students also tasted the meaning of this poem, indeed, they are full of ambition, they are not as good.

Feng Yu's face is not good-looking, there is a Bai Zijin who has overpowered him, he is helpless, Bai Zijin's literary talent, that is not much different from Chu Xian, and his family background is not bad, it is not easy to mess with, but why is Su Ji?

This guy's literary talent on weekdays is not as good as himself, others say that this poem is good, but Feng Yu thinks it is average, what is there to praise. But he couldn't say this, even Lord Wu Gan said well, he was not so bold as to speak against it in public.

At this time, Bai Zijin, who had been silently savoring a poem, suddenly snorted and laughed, as if he had heard some funny joke.

Everyone praised, only one person laughed, you can imagine how obvious this is, at the moment, everyone's eyes, including Cui Huanzhi and Wu Gan, all looked at Bai Zijin.