"I've met a tourist!"

"Hello tourist sir!"

Everyone came forward to greet him, and it was obvious that Luo Binwang was very popular and enjoyed the treatment of a mentor in his previous life.

Chen Zi'ang also planned to step forward, but Xiao Ye stood still and watched coldly, which gave him a sense of competing for the worst.

He is always arrogant. Although he values ​​Xiao Ye's literary spirit, he is unwilling to be compared. Xiao Ye does not cling to Luo Binwang, wouldn't he seem inferior to him when he went there?

He stopped and even grabbed Zhang Jian.

"Cousin, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Jian said dissatisfied.

Chen Zi'ang couldn't speak out, so he shouted softly: "So many people, why are you joining in the fun?"

"this……"

Zhang Jian looked at Xiao Ye, but had no intention of moving, and couldn't help scratching the back of his head.

Xiao Ye was as clear as Chen Zi'ang's subtle expression change and shook his head secretly.

The old and new Tang books unanimously evaluated Chen Zi'ang's impetuousness and lack of majesty. From the moment, it is quite pertinent. However, it is not easy to hide the beauty. Some shortcomings do not affect Xiao Ye's appreciation of Chen Zi'ang. The key is that he is influenced by the saying that he did not see the ancients before and the people behind. He missed the leisure of the world and was alone and shed tears. But... I wonder if Chen Zi'ang in this world can recite this masterpiece of eternal song?

Surrounded by everyone, Luo Binwang sat down at the top, and two Taoists stood behind him.

Some servants served dried fruit and tea, and some people sprinkled the screens used for separation, and the lobby immediately became bright.

"Yeah yeah ~~"

Luo Binwang picked up the teacup, took a sip, cleared his throat and said, "I have devoted myself to practicing Taoism for a long time. I have heard that the spring exam is coming soon, and I have moved my heart. Now I see that I am gathering talents in Jiangdu, and I am so happy!"

"You are welcome, Mr. Tourism!"

"We are waiting for the tourist to support us."

There was a voice of humility in the hall.

Luo Binwang stroked his beard, glanced briefly, and said, "Although my Tang Dynasty used articles to select scholars, he also valued poetry and essays. Judging articles is the responsibility of the government and the prefectures. I am not convenient for me to transgress. However, in the same poems, I have some experiences. I would like to share with you. If you have outstanding poems, no matter the subject matter, five-character, seven-character, and quatrains, can you appreciate them with me?"

"Not talented, Xu Bin from Jiangdu, please give me some advice!"

A student in his twenties stood proudly and chanted: "It's nothing else to plant bamboos. You should go to the forest with guests. You should join hands. How can you stay behind closed doors? You can pass by the monks in the quiet summer. You should play with the autumn in the Qing Dynasty. You can play with the old man nine-legged scepter, and you can also be romantic when you come and go."

"this……"

Everyone looked at each other. This poem was mediocre and had no highlights. Is it a role to attract jade?

It's a coincidence!

Luo Binwang thought so. He knew the art of looking at the qi. When reading articles, he looked at the qi first. When this student named Xu Bin recited, there was no fluctuation in his literary spirit. He chewed the words without taste. However, even if it was a brick, he smiled and said, "It is really rare for me to have such an understanding at this age. I hope I will continue to work hard and stack the masterpieces!"

This sentence is equivalent to a death sentence. Xu Bin seemed to have not heard it and gave a happy gift: "Thank you for your guidance by the tourist!"

After one after another, everyone recited it one after another, and before they realized that dozens of articles had passed. Luo Binwang commented with a smile, but his impatientness appeared in his eyes. The quality of the candidates in this class was very poor, and he regretted coming to Jiangdu.

Fifth floor!

In the east box, the woman listened, her eyelids gradually became darker, and she couldn't hide her tiredness, as if she was asleep.

The pretty maid who pinched her shoulders looked at her expression and asked, "Madam, can't she produce a top-quality poem?"

“Oh ~~”

The woman sighed in disappointment: "If you owe talent, what's the use of the number of light piles? But I heard that there are three talented men in Jiangdu County. One is Shi Jin, a Shi Jin, who is eighteen years old, and has been talented since childhood. The other is Lu Wen of the Lu family, who was born after Lu Xun of the Eastern Wu County. He has produced many talents. His family has cultivated and studied for hundreds of years. He has been a leader in the Wenzong of Jiangnan. He is also regarded as a rising star in the clan. The third person is Chen Zi'ang, who lived in Jiangdu in Zizhou to take the exam. I don't know if these three people have come today."

"oh?"

The pretty maid's eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Madam, I know one or two about the Shi family. The Shi family is the largest salt merchant in Jiangdu. It has a lot of land and a mountain of gold and jade. There are tens of thousands of hectares of paste fields in the south and north of the Yangtze River. A day's food can be used for half a year for ordinary people, but it also pays attention to culture and education, unlike other merchants who are full of money.

Shi Jin is the Shi family Saburo. He has been a legend since he was a child. It is rumored that Saburo was the reincarnation of Wenquxing. In the first two spring exams, he studied behind closed doors on the grounds of insufficient accumulation. This time, he walked out of the house. I am afraid he is prepared. Maybe he can go all the way to high school and go straight to the capital. Moreover, this person is pretty... "

As he was talking, the pretty maid had a slightly fragile face and her eyes were shy and she couldn't continue to say anything.

"You little girl are you moved by the heart?"

The woman glanced at her.

The pretty maid smiled silly, her pink face was already red to the base of her neck, and her eyes were extremely willing.

"Seeing people by their appearance, losing their son Yu!"

The woman snorted, and her wonderful eyes moved back to the bronze mirror.

Sure enough, Luo Binwang's patience seemed to have reached its limit. After commenting on more than ten poems casually, he couldn't help but say, "I heard that Jiang has three talented men, don't know if they have ever arrived?"

"Shisanro, what about you!"

"If the Lu family Erlang is not one of them, how unfair will the heaven be?"

Many people's eyes turned to the two little boys in the table, both of whom were eighteen or nineteen years old, and they were indeed beautiful and enviable.

These two men also bowed to the upward leader Luo Binwang.

Then someone patrolled the table and murmured: "It's time for Chen Boyu to come, right?"

Zhang Jian pushed Chen Zi'ang and whispered: "Cousin, you should have a number of hidden weaknesses!"

Chen Zi'ang then bowed to Luo Binwang, and looked at Shi Jin and Lu Wen again. The three of them had a collision of eyes, as if sparks were sparks.

Xiao Ye whispered: "I didn't expect that Brother Bo Yu would be famous, but I'm so embarrassed."

"Some fame is not worth mentioning!"

Chen Zi'ang waved his hand indifferently.

At this time, Luo Binwang asked, "Do you have any masterpieces? Why don't you enjoy them with me?"

When the others heard this, they felt a little cold. This person even called him a virtuous nephew. Obviously, he had already settled in his heart. I am afraid that the three of them would choose from this poetry meeting.

The three of them looked at each other, and no one was the first to recite. Although the literary title competition was not as bright as a sword, the martial arts competition was even more dangerous. If you lose the martial arts competition, you can practice hard. If you come back next time, you will gain reputation as long as you beat the other party.

There is no unified judgment standard for literary fights, and the complexity is far more complicated than that of a martial fight. If you lose, it will be thousands of times more difficult to win back than a martial fight. You can't ask Luo Binwang to come forward to preside over it.

Not to mention that Luo Binwang is willing to sell this face, and hosting it again is easy to be considered to be inclined and unfavorable to his reputation.

Therefore, this competition is not excessive as a test. All three of them have a serious expression and are unwilling to take action easily, so as not to be captured by others and modify the original poems and essays.

No one came forward to chant, Luo Binwang did not feel disrespectful to himself, but was filled with expectations.

Not only him, the woman in the east wing of the fifth floor sat upright without realizing it, and Zhang Jianzhi in the west wing could not help but stroke his beard.

"It's better to draw lots to determine the order!"

Someone was itchy and suggested.

"Ha, what are you going to draw? Since both brothers are hiding their weaknesses, then I will show my ugly appearance first!"
Chapter completed!