Kong Yingda shouted to Wei Zheng, "Xuancheng, please come and be a judge, you refuse to be humble, and say that poetry will be boring, why are you the first to applaud now?"

Wei Zheng had a dark face, a serious and cold face, and was not very serious on weekdays, so he was a little unsociable. Of course, everyone did not despise him at all, but respected his courage and integrity, especially the number one person in the Tang Dynasty who said frankly and dared to give advice was the first person in the Tang Dynasty.

Facing Kong Yingda's question, Wei Zheng retorted: "What? You can't speak as an audience? Is this poem not good?

This son is rare. He can compare the moon to a mirror to remove demons and metaphor for the world. He is so grand that he is truly extraordinary.

But with the bright moon and the clouds are bright for thousands of miles. Good, if this person becomes an official in the future, he will have great potential in any department of the Ministry of Justice, Dali Temple, and the Censorate."

Hi! Everyone was booing and thought it was something. It turned out that you, Old Wei, thought of your old master.

Emperor Li Er smiled and said, "Since Xuancheng is so optimistic about this son, why not summon him to come and take a look. Maybe he can gain a future favorite student. My Tang Dynasty needs talents like Xuancheng who dares to tell the truth and can remind me all the time."

Wei Zheng said modestly, "Your Majesty has been awarded too much. I have just done my duty as a minister. Should I call this child to ask after I have selected the top three tonight? I also want to know where his talent can go?"

"Haha, Lao Wei, you are a sloppy. If Du Shaoming can't stand out and cannot be ranked in the top three, will he not mention this student's affairs?" A civil servant next to him told the truth directly.

Lao Wei retorted awkwardly: "How could it be? Poetry meetings are public affairs, and disciples are private affairs. How can we abolish public affairs because of private affairs?"

Kong Yingda asked, "Didn't Du Shaoming challenge Changsun Chong? Now the second question is, have Changsun Chong finished his poem? Let's see if the second question is good or bad?"

"I am very interested in the poems of the genius doctor Du Shaoqing, who is the elder brother. I want to teach such a younger brother to be better." Yao Silian said with a caress.

At this time, Changsun Chong walked out of the cabin and held his answer sheet in his hand, "Sir, this is a student's poem."

After handing over the poem, Changsun Chong did not return to the cabin, but stood at the bow of the boat waiting for everyone's evaluation. He wanted to see who is higher and lower than Du Shaoming's poem? If he couldn't even deal with his younger brother, let alone his older brother.

‘Drinking in a cup with sorrow, the breeze and the bright moon shine on my heart. If you get a three-foot sword in your hand, you will sweep away the dust in the world in one go.’ Kong Yingda recited the poems and essays in his hand aloud.

Then he turned to look at Changsun Chong, who was arrogant on the bow of the boat. Kong Yingda nodded, "No, it's unique. You, a civil servant, can write the momentum of a military general, which is already extraordinary."

"Thank you for your encouragement. The students are ashamed of their own. They just wrote down what they thought in their hearts." Changsun Chong said modestly. In fact, he did not tell any lies. When writing this poem, he poured all his hatred for Du Shaoqing, hoping to hold a sword and kill that guy.

If this person didn't appear in the middle, why should my good deeds with my cousin be delayed until now? I hate to seize my wife.

It was precisely because of the murderous intent between the lines that Kong Yingda frowned, but he did not say it out.

The old minister Chu Liang, who had been talking to Changsun Chong, spoke, "How is Xuancheng? His poem that brings up the three-foot sword and sweeps the world is not inferior to Yunqu Wanliming just now. Do you also want to consider taking Changsun Chong as his disciple?"

This made Changsun Wuji feel moved. Wei Zheng was a famous scholar in the world. Although he had a bad background in the past and the lineup was not chosen correctly, everyone saw his role over the past ten years. He had a very high reputation among the people. If his son could become a disciple under his disciple, it would definitely be a good thing.

Who knew that Wei Zheng shook his head and said, "Yes, his momentum is indeed not inferior to Du Shaoming's poem, but Changsun Chong's poem has a little flaw. I wonder if you have discovered it?"

"Oh? Flaws? Old Wei, you didn't deliberately find fault." Chu Liang mocked.

Wei Zheng turned his head and looked at Changsun Chong standing at the bow of the boat. Although the two were apart, the sharp eyes pressed on Changsun Chong and approached the other party's heart, as if they wanted to see through him. Wei Zheng said seriously: "The second game of this poem was written wrong, no, or the wrong word was used. I wonder if I was right?"

Changsun Chong was stared at like this and felt a little scared, as if he had been seen through. He thought that Wei Zheng was powerful, not only because of his knowledge, but also because of his strong eyes.

"Yes, the student here deliberately wrote a wrong word and used it to take the exam to take the Du Shaoming to see if he could change the previous word to make the poem complete."

Hearing this explanation, the ministers around him laughed. After all, they were still a child and were competing forever. The first question was taken to the school. Now they are going to take the school for tooth and want to take the school for others.

"Okay, it's said that Du Shaoming came forward to see if he could catch Changsun Chong's contest." Emperor Li Er said. At this time, the emperor said this, but he was just trying to get out of touch. Changsun Chong answered the first question and had to postpone it. Now it's Du Shaoming's turn to answer, so let others start answering the questions now.

Soon Wu Zhao's boat came over again, and the little girl walked out of the cabin calmly. After listening to Changsun Chong's test questions, Wu Zhao said disdainfully: "I guess you didn't write it on purpose, but you really wrote the wrong word.

Because your original intention is to write it as the breeze and bright moon disturb my heart, maybe it was distracted and it was written as illuminating my heart. Now, when someone was asked, it was temporarily said that it was me taking the exam.

You can think of it. If I take the exam for the school, why not leave a blank space here? How good is it for me to fill in the blank word?"

You... Changsun Chong was told by Wu Zhao in one sentence, his face looked extremely ugly, but he could only force himself to answer: "How did you know that I didn't deliberately leave a word to disturb you?"

People say that only villains and women are difficult to raise in the world. Wu Zhao belongs to the most thorny one among women. Changsun Chong looked at this man named Du Shaoming and secretly scolded him in his heart for being even more rude than a woman, and that every word was unforgivable. It was really hateful.

"But I think it's not the best for you to use a word of disturbance. You can also use a word of chaos here. Even if you change the style of poetry, you can use the word "steal" to be better than a word of disturbance."

The breeze and bright moon steal my heart? Wu Zhao's words attracted deep thoughts from many ministers. Most of the answers they thought were disturbing or disorder. Now a word stolen is more vivid and the artistic conception is different. It is amazing, and the judges kept applauding.

Changsun Chong looked at the provocative look of "Du Shaoming", and his teeth were tiring with hatred. Li Er smiled and said, "Okay, Du Shaoming is indeed talented, Xuancheng, it seems that you have a good vision.

Didn’t he say that his brother Du Shaoqing is even more powerful? I am looking forward to Du Shaoqing’s work. Have you found him to hand over the paper?”

However, the judges searched through the answer sheets in their hands, but did not find Du Shaoqing's. The messenger went over to find Du Shaoqing's ship and shouted to urge him to sing.

The boatman replied from a distance: "Wait a minute, the young master inside hasn't finished yet."

OK, Du Shaoqing was sold out in one sentence, and all the civil and military officials frowned. Didn’t they say that they were great talent? Why is a poem about the bright moon stumped?
Chapter completed!