As he was talking, a man came playing a sign and pounding a gong. He saw Wang Hua riding on the chasing and coming with several famous scholars from Nanjing and Mu Xiu's officials.

When Mr. Minglu saw this, he hurriedly walked out of the shed, saluted Wang Hua, and said, "Mr. Wang is indeed trustworthy, I am ashamed of being aware of it."

Wang Hua just smiled at him and walked into the shed without comment.

However, the other famous scholars who accompanied him recognized Mr. Minglu, so they could not be intimate: "Brother Zichuan is fine."

"Haha, everything is fine. This time I didn't expect that Brother Zhao Xian would come too, so I'm really lucky in my life."

"Oh, it was Wangbutang who wanted to be fair, so he asked me to taste it."

They were talking here, and Ye Chunqiu also came from the shed and went to visit Wang Hua who had just settled down. Wang Hua sat upright in the shed without saying anything, but just nodded to him with encouragement.

After everyone sat down, the competition finally began. Someone beat the gong and began to tell the details of the literary battle.

There have always been literary fights here in Nanjing and they were held at Linxiantai, but the details are almost the same. However, when everyone was shocked when they heard that Mr. Minglu had a question and decided the outcome in one fell swoop.

Is Ye Chunqiu so arrogant? He is just a little furious child, and he dares to ask someone to ask questions?

It is not fun to ask someone to give a question, because there are strengths and weaknesses, and no one can be impeccable. Each will have his own strengths and weaknesses. Just like the poem written by Ye Chunqiu, everyone admires it. If you take the poem seriously, even though Ye Chunqiu is young, he may not be at a disadvantage.

Once someone asks questions, it is equivalent to giving the victory a living hand in someone else's hands.

Everyone held their breath and saw what was going on.

Then he saw Mr. Minglu coming out, and then smiled and said, "I am idle and wild crane. I didn't want to compete with others, but since Ye Jieyuan was happy, it would be okay for me to accompany me. There are so many heroes and gentlemen in Jinling, and today I am here, so I will be ugly."

Seeing his pretentious look, Ye Chunqiu just wanted to laugh, but he just came out and bowed to everyone.

Ye Chunqiu said to Mr. Lu Ming: "Since the teacher gave the question, how dare you ask, is the teacher going to compete in poetry?"

Everyone looked at Mr. Minglu intently, and they were quite expectant. Many people wanted to see what outstanding poems Ye Chunqiu had.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Minglu smiled and shook his head and said, "Poetry is a lewd way, but it's okay to entertain yourself occasionally, but it's not the right way."

Some people agree with this view, and some despise it. It is ridiculous to say that the poem is profound and profound. It is inevitable that it is ridiculous to say that it is a miscellaneous theory. But when the eight-legged essay determines the fate, it is said that poetry is a miscellaneous theory but also a thing of the past. However, more people believe that people who can make good poems often have extremely high levels of eight-legged essays. If they can't even do the eight-legged essays well, they are probably a joke. Therefore, the level of this poetry can also test the real knowledge. However, Mr. Minglu refused, and many people couldn't help but swear.

Mr. Minglu has a thick-skinned face. He will never compare this poem with Ye Chunqiu. This is a humiliation. If Ye Chunqiu's sentence is just like the first meeting, it will be extraordinary. His own poems are acceptable. However, although it is good to write lyrics and make sentences, it is too difficult to come up with wonderful poems. He will not touch the stone with an egg.

Ye Chunqiu smiled, as if he didn't mind Mr. Minglu's tricks, so he said: "Then let the students guess. Since the question the teacher is not a traitor, it should not be a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Naturally, if it is about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the students are very willing to accompany him."

Mr. Minglu looked calm and light, and continued to shake his head: "No, bad, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not the right way."

I heard that it is not about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and many people can't help but feel disappointed. In fact, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the most anticipated. After all, everyone is here to join in the fun. Can you still listen to the literary and artistic style of a master and a young master?

Ye Chunqiu was not discouraged, so he bowed again: "In this way, it seems that there is only eight-legged articles left. This is also good. Making art is the right way. The success or failure of the career depends on the eight-legged articles. The students are just about to ask for advice."

Many people think to themselves that there are only eight-legged essays. Mr. Minglu is a Jinshi of the Three-League, and Ye Chunqiu is also a juren from Zhejiang. Their level is mostly equal and they are both strong. Let's see how they compete.

Mr. Minglu's words were disappointing: "It's not interesting to have bad eight-legged essays. Since it's a competition, you should always have something fresh. Otherwise, wouldn't it disappoint the lords who are watching the dou?"

Ye Chunqiu smiled slightly and stared at Mr. Minglu.

After he went to the pleasure boat and showed strong self-confidence, Ye Chunqiu knew that Mr. Minglu would not compete with him for piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and eight-legged essays, and as for writing poetry, he would not even think about it. This person is a shameless person. Since he agreed to ask him to set the questions, he would never have any disputes between gentlemen.

The reason why Ye Chunqiu asked this was that Mr. Minglu ran into the corner and asked him to use his trump card.

By the way, let him down.

Sure enough, some people finally couldn't see it, and someone in the crowd said: "Ye Jieyuan asked the teacher to give the question. It was a dispute between gentlemen, but why is it not right or right? Is it because the teacher is afraid?"

At first, Mr. Minglu's disciples made a sensation and joked with Ye Chunqiu one-sidedly. Now, some people have come back to the scene. Mr. Minglu is unwilling to respond. And Ye Chunqiu asked him to set the questions. He took the lead and should be humble. At least he should compete with Ye Chunqiu for something he is good at. When he came, no one knew that Ye Chunqiu's eight-legged essays and poetry were both excellent, but Mr. Minglu refused, which seemed a bit shameless.

Even the middle-aged people in the pan, such as Wang Hua and several other famous scholars, couldn't help but have a worse impression of Mr. Minglu.

Mr. Minglu smiled and said aloud: "The reason why it is not comparable to poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting is that these poems and calligraphy and painting have been so far. How can we compare with our predecessors? The poems of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the lyrics and music of the Song Dynasty are unparalleled. Even if we compete today, we will still be able to win people's wisdom. As for the eight essays, the eight essays are a matter of making words on behalf of the sages, but you and I are fighting privately today. If we make words on behalf of the sages, we will inevitably blaspheme the most sages. Eight essays are the right way, not a trick of literary fighting. Although I am familiar with the eight essays, I dare not insult my ethics."

What he said was so high-sounding that it was very reasonable, and the boiling doubts gradually subsided.

Ye Chunqiu didn't care and said, "So, according to Mr., what else is better to ask?"

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Chapter completed!