There were hundreds of people in the hall, but there were only more than thirty copies of the poems he actually handed over.

It is difficult to say something like poetry, and it is easy to say it. If you have strong psychological quality and face, you can write it out of your own way. Emperor Qianlong, the ten-perfect old man in later generations, and Zhang Zongchang, the dog meat general, can also be described as two great poets.

However, this kind of psychological quality is not something that ordinary people can do. Nowadays, if the people in the hall are not considered to be the older generation of Shilin figures, they can be called the master of the gods. Many people may not have the ability to be talented, or they may be afraid of themselves and cannot make witty comments, then they may simply give up. It is better to hide their weakness than to show their ugly words.

Li Jiao and others selected these submitted poems and collected more than a dozen poems that were worthy of public appreciation. The rest of them had obvious major problems and would not waste everyone's time.

After the list was selected, Li Tong raised his hand and signaled that there were young actors from the Neijiaofang who came forward to sing and showed the public. Although it was just a quiet song, the female voice was clear and melodious, with a weak tone, and had a simple charm.

As the song rang out, everyone in the hall listened carefully, but someone could not help but smile. Even though the ranking was not high, being selected in such an occasion is worth boasting.

Li Jiao and others' appreciation level is reliable and convinced. After singing ten songs in a row, there is basically no objection. For example, Zhang Shuo, Xu Jian and others are all listed, especially Zhang Shuo, who imitated Shen Quanqi's seven-character poems. Although they are just average and far less stunning and rich than Shen Quanqi's poems, the difficulty is worse than other people's five-character poems.

The number of poems on the table is getting fewer and fewer, and the atmosphere in the hall is getting quieter. Everyone is calm and focused, for fear of missing the masterpiece.

In the end, when only three manuscripts were left, there were only the actors who were singing alone, and the sing was written by Cui Rong. After reading the poem, the whole classroom applauded.

Cui Rong was originally a literary master who was not inferior to Li Jiao. Although his talent was more reflected in his articles, he was still in the face of the defeat of Wei Waiji, and now he is still in a sinful state. He is celebrating his husband in a resentful tone. He can be said to be empathetic and sincere. Although his words are simple, it also arouses many resonances when he is present and applauds them.

After Cui Rong's poem was written, it was Song Zhiwen's poem, and the actor sang: "The cold autumn shines on the bitter moon, and the sad clouds accumulate in the dark..."

Li Tong also listened carefully in the table. It should be said that Song Zhiwen has the capital of self-conceit. He is a great man of palace poetry. Although he has written it quickly, the poem is also remarkable. If he sees the true level, Li Tong will naturally be difficult to match, but who will compete with your true level!

After the Song poem was finished singing, there was a sound of discussion in the hall. Many people felt that although Song poems were cold and elegant, their resentment remained on the paper, which was a little less meaningful than Cui poems.

There is no accurate standard for the length of the meaning. In fact, Li Jiao also thinks that his friend Cui Rong's poems are even better than half, but although he makes friends through literature, he cannot completely ignore other elements.

Cui Rong is now guilty, but Song Zhiwen is a noble Hongwenguan attendant. He suppresses Cui Rong for half of his life, and does not want him to make enemies because of his momentary intent.

Now everyone is talking about it, and they cover the two poems several times. At the end, Song Zhiwen had to praise a few poems of Cui, so the two poems were temporarily listed.

However, after this result came out, Xu Jian, who attended the Left Hall, raised his hand and spoke, saying that Song Zhi asked that the first couplet of this poem was used as a preface, and he used to be an elegy for a general.

Xu Jian was already well-informed and widely recorded. Now he was assisting in compiling the ceremonies in Lintai and searching for his old homeland. After proposing this, he simply stood up and read the elegy through.

Seeing that his little friend was so powerful, Li Tong silently praised Xu Jian.

Song Zhiwen's face became a little ugly. In fact, it was not a big deal for the poet to use his old poems on the spot. After all, they were all talented. So after Xu Jian pointed out this, everyone did not criticize him.

However, the one who competed on the spot was originally a talented person. Cui Shi and Song Shi were just considered to be the same, but now I found that Song Shi was good at taking advantage of the tricks. In this way, Song Shi's evaluation is naturally a bit lower.

The outcome of a poem is just ordinary, and others don’t think so. But Song Zhiwen originally pointed to the young king this time, but now he is suppressed by Cui Rong. He still doesn’t know what the young king’s poem is, so he is naturally full of embarrassment and shyness.

Finally, the actor picked up the poem of the young king that everyone had been looking forward to for a long time and sang: "Who is the white horse? The yellow dragon's border? The three feet of snow in the Tianshan Mountains are not a long journey..."

Li Tong remembered several of the old Yuefu titles "Single Not See" and chose Li Bai's articles for sure. Although Li Bai's "Single Not See" is far less amazing than other famous works, after all, the works produced by the Poet Immortals still have a height of dimensionality reduction and impact on the current situation.

Sure enough, when the actor finished singing, the praises and shouts in the hall were endless. Cui Rong stood up directly from the middle of the table and bowed to the young king: "I remember the year I parted with you, and planted peaches and eyebrows. Peaches are more than a hundred feet away, and the flowers have fallen into dead branches. How can I not hurt myself if I haven't seen you for a long time? The king's talent is Jetaway, and his emotions are beyond his reach, so he only bows his head!"

Even Cui Rong admitted defeat, and Song Zhiwen had no room for argument, so he could only get up and leave the seat to express his consent.

"I'm just having fun and talking about sorrow, but if you enjoy yourself, you can do whatever you want, no matter what your winner is."

Li Tong stood up from the mat with a smile, walked into the jewelry and utensils of furnishings, picked up a tortoiseshell pen holder carved with red color, and then walked back to Shen Quanqi's table and said with a smile: "Although there is no Yujin Hall, I will give the bachelor's tortoiseshell toys. I will ask the bachelor to stay simple and not to refuse the elegant ones."

"This, this is really expensive!"

The tortoiseshell pen holder is colorful and decorated with gems and pearls of different sizes. It is colorful under the light, as if the magnificent utensils salvaged from the river of heaven were naturally not ordinary. Shen Quanqi shook his hand and refused, but Li Tong put it on his desk without saying anything.

"I have said before, and it is the most rare to get the most. All the beautiful articles have been published, so that the walls of our hall can be filled with colorful things. How can we be stingy and pick them up and not be rewarded?"

When the young king said this, everyone in the hall became excited again, especially those who sang the names, their faces were flushed with excitement. They thought that only the head of the case would have beautiful objects, but they did not expect that the young king would be so generous that they could share the benefits of the crowd.

For a time, many people who had not submitted their poems before were both upset, and they felt that the poems of those who were ranked behind were not excellent. If they forced to write rhymes, they might not be able to choose them.

Under the urging of the young king, Cui Rong attended, selected a jade-like rolled ring buckle, and turned back with a smile to thank the young king.

Li Tong smiled and looked at Song Zhiwen and said, "Xiao Wang loves broadly, and the hall is still valuable. I don't know if Mr. Song can choose the same interests."

Now he also feels regretful. It is too difficult to deal with these cultural people, otherwise he can directly say that you are such a fool, isn’t it possible? Go and pick it, and I will just chop your hands if I pick the things I love!

After hearing this, Song Zhiwen felt a little embarrassed and raised his hand and said, "You should not take it seriously. The great king Jie is a talented man and his humble position is really hard to catch up with. I appreciate all the tools, and I really respect you and feel ashamed of yourselves."

He said this, not to mention what others felt, anyway, the dozen people lined up behind him were so angry that they were so angry that you were too unauthentic. Even if you had to talk about style, could you change the occasion? I was already optimistic about what to choose, but you blocked it!

Seeing that Song Zhiwen refused to be rewarded, Li Tong did not let him go. This guy was clearly looking for trouble. He felt distressed when he drank two sips of wine from his house. He had already planned that if Song Zhiwen really didn't force him to choose, he would say that he would just choose his favorite thing and write a poem to exchange it for the things. In short, this guy couldn't take advantage of it!

Since Song Zhi asked the question and saved Li Tong's time. He turned his head and looked at the crowds in the hall, and smiled and said, "Today, the talented people gathered and discussed the elegance, and the goods were rewarded. How could there be a reason for the private treasury to be stingy? "The only one who doesn't see me" was a resentment and it was difficult to match the fun of today's banquet. Today, you have not yet had the fun of taking things and writing words, and you will accept the poems as soon as you complete it. It's not for greed for goods, but for the purpose of showing talent!"

When everyone heard this, they were even more excited. The young king was so generous that they really exceeded their imagination. The heavy objects in the hall were all extraordinary, and the precious ones were probably worth no market. Moreover, the young king also said it nicely, not to enjoy the precious goods, but to show his talent and wash away the smell of money, all of which were elegant.

Not to mention the other people's emotions were excited, they all murmured and thought, anyway, the dozen people who were expected to get the precious goods first have now hated Song Zhiwen to the core. If Song Zhiwen hadn't been pretentious and obscene, they would have been able to pick up the precious goods in order, so how could they have to compete with others!

"Can Mr. Li first enter the song and make a move for the masses?"

Li Tong raised his hand and smiled at Li Jiao. This was originally the track he prepared. After all, he was not a person who was greedy for money at heart. The reason why he was concerned about this was just because many things he had to do required money.

No matter how good the precious goods are, they will not cure their hunger. In order to support the market, the rich merchants are willing to send these precious goods to the palace for free. He will not even have the spirit of those merchants. He was originally planning a live broadcast to sell goods, which further reflects his commercial value. When it comes to this opportunity, it is naturally better to have fun alone than to have fun.

After hearing this, Li Jiao did not refuse. He walked out of the hall and took a round fan with a sandalwood handle and said with a smile: "Dissolve the leaves of the three autumns, and can bloom flowers in February. Cross the river, and waves thousands of bamboos and slants. No king has ever been able to get the talent, and thank you for the wind to solve the problem!"

With Li Jiao's proofing, others joined in one after another. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer precious goods, some people who were not as good as smart people could not help but feel panicked.

Li Tong simply raised his hand and signaled to replenish the treasures again. He also took advantage of the excitement to chant a few articles, such as "There is color and the ice, and nothing is separated from the dust". He wrote poems about objects and poems at will. Soon after, more than a dozen precious goods had been accumulated before the case.

"Wealth is an ordinary family matter, and I only have leisure to think about my daily life after the poetry is completed. The scholar Song is elegant and unconfused, and it is really rare to be frugal. It is difficult to move the common things and poetry. Fortunately, there are other facilities outside the hall, and they have their own stunning dances, so they will not neglect the guests. I hope that the scholar can regain poetry and make me beautiful in the hall!"

Li Tong glanced at Song Zhiwen, who was sitting in the seat without saying a word, and said politely, but he sneered in his heart. How dare you play a big knife in front of Guan Gong, can you easily walk out of this door? Today, if you don’t make you so ashamed of Yan Shi in front of me, you will never give up!

When Song Zhiwen heard this, his smile became even stiffer, and his heart was full of regret, and he really didn't want to stay.
Chapter completed!