"Ji Liao, I'm really happy today. My little sister is so cute." Mu Qing's face was full of smiles. Seeing Ji Liao being defeated, she was so happy.

Ji Liao ignored her and was not angry. Anyway, everyone was copying, so he was no longer burdened.

I saw Ji Liao put on the brush and painted the paper with confidence. Mu Qing laughed at the beginning. She had lived for thousands of years and of course her knowledge was not bad. She knew that "the path of the rocks in the cold mountains and the distance" was enough to be passed down through the ages. She didn't believe that Ji Liao could write better in a blink of an eye.

If there is a difference, Ji Liao will still be defeated.

However, as Ji Liao danced wildly on his pen, Mu Qing's smile became less and less, and slowly turned into surprise. In the end, he simply said nothing.

As soon as the poem "The distant mountains and cold mountains are slanted by the rock path", everyone else stopped writing. After all, these people knew very well that they would never think of writing a better poem for ten days and half a month. Why should they put it on and show their eyes?

It would be fine if this poem was put in the back, but now the pearls and jade are in front, so how can others offer stones behind?

After a moment of silence, Ji Liaofen's quick writing became even more prominent.

Before they could wait for a long time, Ji Liao finished writing and looked at Mu Qing proudly. No matter how old witch you have been for thousands of years, you don’t know what it means to be a real copywriter.

He was originally mocking Mu Qing, but the woman was also in Mu Qing's direction and mistakenly thought that Ji Liao provoked her. She had copied Ji Liao's poems, but she was still a little embarrassed. Now when Ji Liao mocked her, she immediately felt guilty and glared back.

Ji Liao also saw her eyes and immediately realized that she had misunderstood.

If you misunderstand, just misunderstand. Anyway, it’s best if you don’t like him. The marriage will definitely be ruined now.

Ji Liao Shiran handed over the poem.

The Confucian scholar who was reciting poetry was also waiting for Ji Liao to hand in his poems. After all, they were curious that Ji Liao had the courage to continue writing poetry in the face of this good poem with jade in front of him, so why did he have the courage to continue writing poetry, and wouldn’t he be afraid of embarrassing people?

When the Confucian scholar got the poem, he glanced at it and his expression changed drastically.

Everyone below saw it and thought to himself whether this person really wrote a masterpiece that could overwhelm the first poem.

If it is a graceful gathering, two masterpieces will appear, which will be worthy of being left to future generations. They are very proud to participate in it. In the future, writing local county annals may not be able to leave a certain student or other words in it.

The Confucian scholar did not speak immediately, and all the scholars below were so anxious that they wanted to snatch the manuscript from him.

When everyone was about to get rid of their patience, with the magistrate Nie's cough, he heard the Confucian scholar recite:

"The trees are filled with the mountains and leaves are filled with the corridors, and the cassocks blow through the north wind.

I don’t know how much autumn tastes, so I rolled up the Hunan curtain and asked about the sunset.”

This poem contains autumn mountains, autumn trees, autumn leaves, autumn wind and sunset. With the last question, the taste of autumn is about to come out, which is a good taste. But it is still quite inferior to the first poem.

The princes were full of expectations, but after listening to it, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, they all know that it is very rare to make such seven-character quatrains in a short period of time, and there are also few in Jiangzhou.

Some people wondered why there was the word "cassock" in the poem. At this time, someone had already recognized Ji Liao and explained to the people around that it was the monk in Lanruo Temple. Everyone suddenly realized that they only admire Ji Liao's talent. After all, no matter how good the monk wrote poems and was famous, they had no competition with them.

At most, some people were curious about why this monk was wearing a wig and stroll into the fairy club.

There was also a "smart" scholar who thought that the meeting was over, so he asked Master Leji where to buy this wig. After all, Master Leji's hair was covered in black hair, which really made people envious.

Everyone was talking for a while, and suddenly the Confucian scholar who was reciting the poem smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone, I haven't finished reading it yet."

When everyone heard his words, they were surprised and thought that there was another song. If the quality was similar to this song, it would be considered as if it was against one song with two songs.

Everyone calmed down and prepared to listen to the following verses.

The Confucian scholar continued to recite:

"The autumn air is not necessarily sad."

He was unhappy and everyone felt agitation after listening to the first sentence. The sentence was not wonderful, but the artistic conception was really good. Since ancient times, autumn poems have been mostly written in sadness, but the first sentence of this poem has faintly had the momentum of the predecessors.

Everyone continued to listen

"Qinghan is the sweet and cold."

As soon as the second sentence came out, I couldn't help but nod, just in line with the previous artistic conception.

"The green pond falls and the red leaves are still blooming, and the lotus leaves are still blooming for the smallest amount of money."

Everyone thought that it was indeed a good poem. But it was a pity that although the artistic conception was good, the words and sentences were not spiritual enough.

With these two songs, the enemy's song "The path of the rocks in the mountains far away" is not incomparable, but it is still a bit reluctant.

Before they could talk, the Confucian scholars continued to recite.

"Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say that autumn is better than spring.

A crane radiates on the clouds in the clear sky, which brings poetry to the blue sky.”

As soon as this poem came out, the whole scene was silent.

If the artistic conception of "The autumn air is not necessarily sad" is refreshing, then the poem "I say that autumn is better than spring" will add to the unsatisfied feeling in everyone's heart just now, and it cannot be more perfect.

They carefully savored Master Jue's three poems, one better than the other, and laying the foundation layer by layer, the artistic conception continued to rise. When they reached the last sentence, "It leads the poetic feelings to the blue sky", it was so refreshing.

What's more, every word in the last poem is a wonderful sentence generated between the worlds, and it is impossible to get any word.

Although the "distant mountains and cold mountains are slanted by stone paths" is wonderful, but there is no such thing as Master Ji's three poems that are so shocking that one wave is higher than another.

It can be said that the boy who came with Lord Nie was not because he was not talented, but because he was too perverted.

Ji Liao had no expression on his face, and he was not very sarcastic. He thought to himself, "Miss Nie, I have no choice but to do so."

Mu Qing kept chattering in Ji Liao's ear: "You must have copied it, right?"

Ji Liao ignored it at all, and went in with his left ear and came out with his right ear.

In the eyes of everyone, the monk seemed to be more calm and he could not help but respect him even more.

After hearing this, the little lady Nie was full of disbelief and her face turned red. She thought to herself that she had copied his masterpiece, but why did she still lose? It's so shameless now.

Now she didn't even dare to look at Ji Liao for fear of being ridiculed.

After all, others don’t know, she and her father and Ji Liao know it very well.

County Magistrate Nie held the two-point manuscript in his hand and smiled at everyone, saying, "I didn't expect that a good work would appear frequently in a class. It can be seen that our county is a place where culture and education flourishes, and everyone will be pillars of the country in the future."

The scholars nodded one after another, looking like an adult was right. They were all thinking in their hearts how to brag about what happened today after they went back.

After saying the cliché, County Magistrate Nie said again: "I see that the poems of both talents are excellent works, but this Liao Ji's calligraphy is better than my nephew. I see that the first name today is Mr. Liao Ji."

As soon as he said this, the county government's casual dictionary said: "My dear is so noble and honest, he is doing things fairly."

A wave of flattery was like a tide.

The scholars couldn't help but admire Lord Dian Shi for his quick reaction, and of course he was also thick-skinned.

The magistrate Nie smiled and said, "I think everyone doesn't have much inspiration to write poems now. We just happened to be on an outing together to see how autumn is better than spring."

It is indeed a good place to visit near Qiushengtai. There are many scholars who come to visit on weekdays, and now they have the opportunity to contact the county magistrate, so everyone is in high spirits.

What's more, the snacks and wine provided by the county government really made the scholars feel that Lord Nie is really a good official who enjoys the people.

Everyone was together, and many people came to Ji Liao.

Ji Liao was accustomed to dealing with the worldly affairs and behaved generously, which made the Magistrate Nie smile even more.

At this time, the little lady Nie came over and invited the people around Nie County Magistrate, and then said to Nie County Magistrate: "Give me the manuscript of the poem."

County Magistrate Nie gave her a manuscript of poetry.

Nie Xiaozi said: "It's not this one."

County Magistrate Nie then realized that she wanted Ji Liao's poem draft, and then smiled and said, "What do you think of this Mr. Liao?"

Nie Xiaozi said: "It's not very good, it's not good."

Nie County Magistrate Qi said: "Where is the bad character of others?"

The little lady Nie blushed. She couldn't say that the guy touched her little hand. She said, "He is obviously a monk and is wearing a wig. Isn't this a lie? He is not honest at all."

County Magistrate Nie smiled and said, "What's the matter? You're wearing men's clothes. Moreover, he is not a formal monk. He can return to secular life at any time. He looks good, and there is no need to say about Wencai. I see, you can have more contact."

Nie Xiaozi said, "I don't want it."

But she snatched Ji Liao's manuscript from the Magistrate Nie.

County Magistrate Nie said: "What do you want this manuscript for?"

Nie Xiaozi spread the manuscript of the poem and said, "This word...is just average." She was about to say that the word is as ugly as a human being, but looking at this beautiful and good character, it is really hard to be ignorant.

County Magistrate Nie smiled and said, "Where did he provoke you? I'll talk about him."

Nie Xiaozi said, "I'm not that stingy."

County Magistrate Nie said: "You are not stingy, why are you copying other people's poems?"

Nie's little lady was choked and her face turned red, and she said, "Is my surname Nie or his surname Nie?"

County Magistrate Nie said, "You reminded me that he has no father or mother and has no surname. If you have children in the future, you can discuss with him to see if the child’s surname is Nie."

Nie Xiaozi said, "I don't want it." After saying that, he ran aside.

The magistrate Nie couldn't help but smile. No matter how good his daughter is, his father is. If his daughter doesn't like it, how could he ask for a poem about Ji? How could he say so much about him?

After all, it's a girl with a thin skin.

He thought again: "Uncle, he is so talented. Since you are not going to let him inherit Lanruo Temple, why did you tell me not to let him enter the official career?"

County Magistrate Nie didn't understand this and thought that one day he would have to go to Lanruo Temple to ask.

But he didn't know that at this time, the monks in Lanruo Temple were tied to the Main Hall, and a group of iron-armored men wearing masks were tortured and questioning Yixin.

The whip with the hook thorn fell hard on Yixinshou's shriveled and thin body, causing blood marks.

"Old monk, if you don't tell who the child is, we have to burn your Lanruo Temple."

He is dedicated to the presidency and does not speak, allowing torture to be applied, and his expression is peaceful.

His Zen mind remains unmoved, and all sufferings can be dealt with silently.
Chapter completed!