Luo Binwang and several famous scholars are judges. In fact, they are purely judged by literary spirit, and basically cannot use judges. Everyone can see at a glance that the role of judges is to have equal literary spirit. When a dispute arises, they will come out and make a final decision.

Several judges looked at the paper, and their literary spirit was not high. A middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Isn't this awkward for the tourist brother to ask for this question? Even if we wait, it's extremely difficult to create a great Lu Ming Banquet, let alone those little guys?"

Luo Binwang disagreed and said, "The more you talk, the more you can see your true talent. In the past, I wrote poems, influenced by the Six Dynasties Palace style, and the lyrics are gorgeous, but... I may not believe it. I hosted a literary meeting at Wangjiang Tower, Jiangdu County half a year ago, including Xiao Ye and Chen Zi'ang. His poems are both real interesting in ordinary things, which makes me feel a lot. I can read them to you..."

“Huh?”

As he was speaking, Luo Binwang exclaimed, and Xiao Ye's literary spirit came out. Although he was only sixth grade, the subject matter was dry and it was not easy.

The other people also followed Luo Binwang's gaze and were moved.

It is not easy for Lu Ming Banquet to reach the sixth rank.

I would like to mention here that Xiao Ye once wrote about climbing Wangjiang Tower is just a fourth-class literary style, not that Li Bai's poems are not as good as Su Shi.

Li Bai's poems in his heyday are now plagiarized, at least at least the seventh grade or above. In fact, the literary spirit of the poem is combined with the personal literary spirit. At that time, Xiao Ye had only a little shallow literary spirit, but it was almost certainly the quality of the poem itself. However, this poem by Su Shi, deducting Xiao Ye's sixth grade, almost no literary spirit, but this is already good.

Many people’s literary style on paper is lower than their own literary style, which is negative.

"Well, Chen Zi'ang and Shi Jin are both good, sixth-grade literary spirit!"

Someone praised him for his beard stroke.

"Hey, Jiang Fang is not good at learning, but he is actually good at writing lyrics!"

As the discussion was full of discussion, a pillar of incense flashed by, and everyone stopped writing.

Luo Binwang stood up, glanced at him, and said, "Su Yue'er, Xi Lian'er and Si Cai'er are both sixth-grade literary spirits, and the rest are both fifth-grade and fourth-grade, but there are still Yuefu songs that can be saved. Don't be discouraged, so start with Su Yue'er."

In fact, if you sing first, you have to suffer some losses. Others can use the lyrics to run in. However, Su Yueer is proud of her talent and a monk. She has a clear mind and doesn't care. So she nodded and took the lyrics offered by Jiang Fang.

This decorative verb is a storm. Su Yue'er had already seen Xiao Ye's creations, but when she looked at it again, she was moved, adjusted her emotions and said backwards: "Report the storm!"

The sound of silk and bamboo slowly rose, and Su Yue'er opened her lips and sang softly.

"Spring has come with miserable green and sadness, and the heart is a matter of cocoa. The flowers on the sun are blooming, and the orioles wear willow belts, and they are still pressing on the fragrant quilt. The warm and crispy clouds are lingering. They are tired of combing all day long, and there is no regret that, and the love is gone, and there is no musical book."

This decorative verb is developed from the perspective of a singing girl, expressing her inner pain, including her longing for her lover and her regret for the past.

Su Yue'er's tone is clear and beautiful, with many twists and turns, the details are as gentle as the sky, and her appeal is extremely strong. This is no longer singing skills, but her skills are almost like Taoism. Many girls recall their own experiences and burst into tears.

"If I had known that I had regretted it, I would not lock the carved saddles, look at the chicken window, and only use the man's paper and elephant tubes, keep the lectures and keep the lectures, don't hide, and sit with me, so as not to make my youth and time pass by."

When the song ended, there was a choking sound everywhere, and my literary spirit reached the eighth grade!

"Okay, OK!"

Luo Binwang shouted loudly: "I didn't expect that Jiang Fang, you have this talent in the ci card. Although this ci card is full of common words, you can only see true feelings in ordinary people. Miss Su sang it well, and it is sincere and heart-warming, which makes people cry. This time, Su Yue'er's poems are sixth grade and eighth grade of the ci card, and a total of fourteenth grade. Let's record it for now."

Someone made a record later.

Jiang was so angry that he was still not used to stealing other people's achievements for himself.

Xiao Ye pushed him gently.

"Thank you, Mr. Tourism!"

Jiang Fang bowed and thanked him very uncomfortablely.

Su Yue'er also gave a deep tribute and retreated to Xiao Ye and Jiang Fang.

Her success brought great pressure to the field. Zhou Jin looked at Jiang Fang and looked surprised.

Shi Jin knew Jiang Fang's background and looked at Xiao Ye. It was obviously a lyric written by Xiao Ye.

Mr. Cai warned him that at Lu Ming Banquet, don’t be fooled by the beauty of those beauties, and don’t conflict with Xiao Ye. After returning to Yangzhou, he planned to marry Qiaoniang for him. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but snorted secretly, and when I marry your cousin, I will alienate your relationship with the clan, and then deal with you well, then looked at each other with Zhou Jin and looked at Si Caier at the same time.

Si Caier nodded and said, "I'll do it!"

Her lyrics were created by Zhou Jin, and her eight-song songs were Ganzhou.

It has to be said that Si Caier and Su Yueer are indeed hard to distinguish. Although their voice is a little hoarse, they have a bit of magnetic charm. Zhou Jin is worthy of being a descendant of Zhou Yu. His final literary spirit is the seventh grade. Combined with Shi Jin's poems, a total of thirteen grades.

Next, Xilian'er is also a thirteenth rank.

The remaining six women were obviously widened, with the lowest total score of only eighth grade and the highest twelveth grade, all of which were eliminated.

"Come according to the rules!"

An official from the Jiaofangsi stood up from behind and said with a cold face.

"I'll give Miss Qin Huiyun 50,000 taels!"

"I will give Miss Xu Yuzhu 50,000 taels!"

...

In fact, there are all unspoken rules. The six women's appearance is not bad, but their talent and charm are slightly inferior. They are included in the second-class wealth. Filial pills are 50,000 taels of silver in the Xiaojing Education Office, and the red pills are the rewards.

As usual, after the first round of elimination, the Lu Ming Banquet officially started, killing one of the deer heads. Referring to ancient rituals, playing ancient music during the meal, requiring food to be ignored, so as to experience the exquisiteness of Lu Ming. Even if he wanted to talk to Xiao Ye seriously, he had to lower his head and chew slowly.

Jiangdu County!

Du and Qiao Niang also use simple lunch at home, and both mother and daughter are worried.

"Mom, brother, don't know if he can win?"

Qiao Niang couldn't help but say.

Du’s confidence is not very strong: “Job is the top, and it should be no problem to win a juren. The results were released yesterday. It’s only been one or two days since your brother is back. Don’t be anxious. In fact, it’s nothing if you can’t win. Mom doesn’t seek wealth and honor, but only for peace.”

"Um!"

Qiao Niang nodded and absent-mindedly sucked the wheat rice porridge.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

In the distance, there was a faint sound of gongs and drums, gradually approaching the bookstore.

"mother!"

Qiao Niang was shocked.

The mother and daughter put down their chopsticks at the same time.

The sound of gongs and drums stopped outside the door, and a voice called out: "Master Xiao is at home. Congratulations to Master Xiao for being the first name of Jiangnan Dao. The county government is here to report the good news to Master Xiao!"

"Mom, mom, brother is won, brother is won!"

Qiao Niang jumped up immediately.

"Let's go out quickly, wait a moment, mom gets some broken silver!"

Du was also overjoyed and rushed back to the inner room, took some broken silver in his pocket, and then made up his clothes with Qiaoniang before coming to the front.

There was a clerk in the store with several yamen runners, and the door was full of neighbors.

"Oh, the Xiao family has finally turned over. His uncle has picked up a good nephew!"

"Yes, this is a blessing from heaven. The two mother and daughter can live a good life!"
Chapter completed!