At the Star Gazing Tower, literati and students gathered around.

Many people watched the Star Gazing Tower, and from time to time someone recited a poem. After several people cheered, they carefully submitted the poems and entered.

As Yuchi Baolin said, the aristocratic family probably wouldn't care about this hundred tael of silver, but they care about their reputation very much.

For some people with a poor family background, no matter whether it is one hundred taels or one tael, any money is extremely cherished.

If you win the championship and win that hundred taels, it will be the income of some well-off families in the past ten years, and it is also an astronomical figure.

Many people racked their brains to participate in the reward.

Li Hongru grabbed a little bit of the mochi and touched her face "accidentally" during the collision.

Star Gazing Tower does not only require a poem, it can be included as long as it catches your eyes and exchanged for some money.

He wanted to get this money, and it was so peaceful that he could give it to Li Baoguo.

My dad is happy, so he will live a better life, so as not to be found in trouble every few days.

It is not considered plagiarism for literati to learn from. After all, it is not the first time he has done such a thing. He used to learn from a song "Ying Ji" and is well-known in Dongshi.

But he didn't want to see Li Chunfeng at all.

If this Imperial Palace can recognize him, it will be a little troublesome.

After touching it a few casually, Li Hongru felt that his image was almost over.

It was just a matter of meeting each other and meeting again at night, and Li Chunfeng probably couldn't recognize his appearance.

"Brother Hongru, you have ink on your hands, don't rub it on your face anymore," Rong Caijun, who was talking to Yuchi Baolin, reminded.

"Ink? What kind of ink?"

"You've got the ink on Brother Pauline's pen."

"Oh~"

Li Hongru shouted in a low voice, temporarily defining this intentional behavior.

"He has a good face, just like mine," Yuchi Baolin said with a silly smile.

"That's true," Rong Caijun said with a smile.

The ink was put on the face, and the water was difficult to clean. Li Hongru had to be dark for two days.

His expression was close to Yuchi Baolin, and Li Hongru was immediately burst into laughter.

Li Hongru didn't care either, he wanted to be as dark as possible.

It is common for literati to dip some ink.

"This is the fragrance of ink. What the sages call giving people a pen and ink, and the fragrance lingers on their hands is the reason."

He mumbled twice, and suppressed the sound of Yuchi Baolin's friends making excitement.

Most of these people are martial artists, and fighting is probably a good player, but there is really no ink in their stomachs. If you say a few words, it will be difficult for those who can argue with them.

The finished product of Yuchi Baolin, who has the strongest writing skills, is there.

After several discussions, everyone began to encourage Rong Caijun to recite poems.

"The shadow of the osmanthus in the ice plate is bright and quiet, and the bright middle is divided into the building outside the building.

The light fills the orchid bridge and flys the jade mirror, and the coolness grows the orange island to spend the golden autumn."

Rong Caijun didn't seem humble. He just thought for more than a minute and then recited a poem casually.

"This poem has a bit of flavor, and it seems to be better than what I wrote," said Yuchi Baolin.

"Just a little confused."

Yuchi Baolin, a classmate, muttered, which immediately caused several people around to nod.

This gave Rong Caijun a headache.

They are professionally playing with words, while these martial artists are professionally playing with swords.

The two men are not from the same faction at all, and they don’t have much common language, so it’s difficult to communicate together.

If they hadn't made any promises between them, he and Yuchi Baolin would not have any interaction at this time.

"I will write it and submit it to the Stargazing Tower."

He came with his arms and sang a song. Rong Caijun decided to participate and send the poem.

This is also his proud work when he is inspired, and he may have the opportunity to hang it in the Star Gazing Tower.

"Brother Hongru, do you want to write a copy?" Rong Caijun asked.

"Sure, I'll participate."

Li Hongru still had a few buckets of water in his head, and he also recited some poems in his memories.

He casually drew a very grand poem and also wrote the four words "Zhengguan Tower".

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. You dare not speak loudly, for fear of shocking the people in the sky."

Rong Caijun read it twice, but he felt it was catchy and his literary talent was better than his own poetry.

He looked at it and felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything wrong, so he just nodded in the end.

Together with Yuchi Baolin, the three of them went to the Stargazing Tower together.

"All the nonsense poems are embarrassing!"

Yuchi Baolin's poems were the first to be given, and the first to be given away was also the first to be given away.

The person responsible for reviewing poetry was Zhu Yuanshi, who was a rank of the Imperial College, and was in the fourth rank.

This is the first obstacle invited by Li Chunfeng, responsible for the first screening and filtering.

Perhaps the number of papers for today is relatively large, so he was not very polite when speaking.

In terms of the sarcasm of some literati, his words are pretty mild, and the students can barely bear it with a shameless face.

But for Yuchi Baolin, who is interested in poetry and prose, these words directly wiped out the buds in his heart, and he probably has no thoughts in his life.

"Brother Yuanshi, this is the only son of Duke E."

Behind Zhu Yuanshi, a long-bearded official whispered to remind him.

Judging from Yuchi Baolin's blushing face, this probably caused a severe blow.

It is normal for literati to be straightforward and there is no problem with criticism, but if they can keep a little affection, they will be able to meet each other in the future.

He reminded him, and Zhu Yuanshi's face suddenly squeezed out a smile.

“……This poem can barely be seen.”

He said half of the words, and then half of the dog's tail continued to marten.

This was a little breathless, and Yuchi Baolin's face suddenly turned from pig liver to joy.

"Sir, what do I do?" Yuchi Baolin asked anxiously.

"In my opinion, I can probably take five liang of silver as the cost of moistening the pen."

Zhu Yuanshi didn't kill him with one knife, leaving some room for words and gave the hot potato to the officials who were reviewing the follow-up review.

Today, not only Yuchi Baolin came, but also many people who were not easy to mess with without ink in their belly. They could only lose money and avoid disaster.

Everything was left to the Imperial Heaven Supervision to choose, and Li Chunfeng made the final decision.

"My poems are worth five taels of silver. Brother Caijun and Brother Hongru, you must have taken more. It's a pity that my nonsense poems are difficult to be elegant. Maybe they have no qualifications to hang the star-gazing tower."

After learning about the rough results, Yuchi Baolin was very happy.

After experiencing this, he knew it himself. At this time, he urged Rong Caijun and Li Hongru to get up.

"They are two more masters, which one is from?"

Officials in Chang'an City are everywhere and can get to know each other's dynasty, but no one can fully remember the descendants of these dynasty officials. It is very common for children to look at each year, even if they have a good memory, they must be neglected.

Zhu Yuanshi had a headache and opened Rong Caijun's poem casually.

After reciting a few sentences, he looked at Rong Caijun in surprise.

He obviously had no good things when he was mixed with Yuchi Baolin. He didn't expect that this playboy named "Talented Master" had some talent and excellent poetry.

This really does not disappoint the talented man.

"A good poem, according to my foolish opinions, this poem has some qualifications to enter the Star Gazing Tower."

He did not mention the reward and carefully introduced the previous one.

Unlike the dandy who has no ink, this is another jargon when marking papers.

This shocked the auditors.

Someone took the rice paper from Zhu Yuanshi's hand, and from time to time, someone chanted silently, and everyone felt very satisfied.

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands..."

When everyone was circulating, Zhu Yuanshi, who was standing aside, started to recite.
Chapter completed!