The person who wrote the golden sentence was a literary master who was about 35 years old, wearing round-frame glasses on his nose, who was gentle and elegant and easy-going.

His talent was surging all over his body, extremely strong. He was only one step away from gathering his energy and condensed his talent lotus.

At this moment, his writing is bright and floating in an inch, which is a golden sentence.

He was obviously very satisfied with being able to write a golden sentence at such a tense and important moment. If he could give this poem to the scroll, it would become a good story.

"It's the Tang Confucian 'Qinghui Layman'."

"No wonder that the poem can make the golden song. This golden sentence is probably going to win the championship."

In the crowd, some people recognized this person as a very famous "youth" literary master in Jincheng, named "Qinghui Jushi".

Yes, among the literary masters who are just growing older, thirty-five years old is considered a young literary master, and the literary master who is over 40 years old is the norm.

Among the guests, some people who knew Tang Ruyi all spoke and applauded them and applauded them.

In front of me, there were several poems that had already been composing. Some of them were radiantly flowing on the paper, making them look good, but they were never allowed to be radiant on the paper, and they were not as good as the golden sentences of Tang Ruyi.

Of course, more are just ordinary poems, without golden light.

Writing poetry, especially such propositional poems with short time, is particularly a test of inspiration. If you are not talented, you will definitely be able to write good sentences or golden sentences.

A literary master who has no inspiration and talent is not necessarily comparable to an ordinary literary master who has a thriving talent.

Everyone present, the literary masters who have not finished writing, or the literary masters who are writing, are all very stressed.

Gradually, some people began to give up.

Some people think they have no inspiration today, or they think that even if they are written, they are not as good as the poems of Tang Ruyi. The more talented you are, the more cautious you are. Most literary masters are arrogant. Instead of losing, it is better to give up.

Buzz

Suddenly, another ray of light shone brightly, floating in an inch from the paper, even a little longer than the poem by Tang Ruyi.

"There is another golden sentence. Who is this son?"

"It seems that it's only about twenty years old, right? I've just made a golden sentence?"

"It's Zhou Mubai, Zhou Hongtian's son."

"So he is Zhou Mubai. If I remember correctly, the top scholar in Jincheng's literary team two years ago was Zhou Mubai?"

The hall caused a sensation in an instant. The Zhou Mubai family was prominent and the top scorer in the Jincheng Palace Exam. The Zhou family itself is of the same size as the Lin family. It is rumored that Zhou Hongtian has revealed on many occasions that he vaguely intends to marry the Lin family.

Today, Zhou Mubai could successfully present a poem at the birthday party of Mrs. Lin, and wrote and left words on the scroll given by the city lord Zhan Qinghai, which made Mrs. Lin happy. This matter is probably mostly accomplished.

I was fortunate to witness a good story, and everyone present seemed extremely excited.

Two golden sentences were born, and the rest of the essayists who had not yet written their poems were discouraged and felt hopeless, so they chose to give up.

Instead of staying to make a fool of yourself, it is better to leave the stage to Zhou Mubai and the "Qinghui Layman" Tang Ruyi. If nothing unexpected happens, this time the poem that is outstanding in painting is to choose from the golden sentences of the two.

Old Mrs. Lin seemed to be extremely interested in the two golden sentences, and smiled and said to the maid beside her: "Linglong, bring up the poems of Mr. Zhou and Mr. Tang."

The young lady who led the way lifted up the hem of the skirt and immediately trotted all the way, collecting the golden sentences of the two.

At the same time, the poems written by other literary masters were also published.

"When talking about the words and the idea, the poems of Mr. Zhou and Mr. Tang are not different from each other, which really makes it difficult for me to make a choice." After reading it, Mrs. Lin was in a dilemma and hesitated.

Tang Ruyi knew that the poem he wrote was slightly worse than Zhou Mubai. Old Mrs. Lin obviously wanted to protect his face and said consciously: "Tang Ruyi and Mrs. Zhou competed on the same stage, and he took advantage of it. The city lord should write this painting of Mubai."

Seeing this, Zhou Mubai's smile became stronger and stronger, but he bowed and said modestly: "Mr. Tang is Senior Mubai, and Mubai dare not talk about the outcome."

"Young Master Zhou is still humble."

"I guess I'm not running away now. The poem about plum blossoms, whether it is the opposite or the words, and the poetry of Mr. Zhou, are very consistent with the paintings given by the city lord. Old Mrs. Lin, announce it quickly."

"Young Master Zhou has both outstanding poems and lyrics, and Old Master Zhou is a tiger father and no dog son."

After knowing Zhou Mubai's identity, the guests below praised him frequently, but now they have found excuses and want to rush to the stage to show their respect.

Mrs. Lin's face was full of a kind smile from beginning to end, and said kindly: "Young Master Zhou said that the poems written are really good. I heard that Mr. Zhou is the top scholar in the Jincheng Palace Examination. He is really a young talent.

I just heard from the people that at the birthday party of Lao Shi, there were two top scholars in the palace examination. Why did you see only one, not the other?"

Only see one, not the other?

Two top scholars in literature?

As soon as Old Lady Lin spoke, the originally noisy hall became even more restless. Everyone looked for each other, but no one knew another top scholar.

When Qin Youyan heard this, he immediately said, "There is another top scholar here."

Everyone looked at the sound and saw a back facing them, as if isolated from everyone, feasting on their own.

Well……

He is really the top scholar in literature?

Why do you feel a bit like eating at a birthday party?

However, everyone is not stupid. Not knowing Qin Mo does not mean that they cannot see Qin Mo’s talent. It is not as strong as Zhou Mubai. Qin Mo even looks younger.

"He is Qin Mo!" At this moment, someone exclaimed, "He was a young man who followed his elders to attend the birthday party of Old Lady Lin. During this year's palace examination, he also went outside the top scholar's hall to witness the birth of the top scholar. He was also a student of Anyang Middle School with Qin Mo. Although he was not familiar with each other, he could barely recognize him.

"Qin Mo? Is Qin Mo who wrote "Sending Jiangzhen to the North and West" and appeared in "Poetry Records"?"

Although most of the people present did not know Qin Mo, they still heard about Qin Mo's deeds. They wrote a farewell quatrain and left articles in the palace examination.

Qin Mo was helpless to put down the knife and fork in his hand, swallowed the beef fibers that had not yet been chewed in his mouth, picked up the white tissue on the glass turntable and wiped the corners of his mouth, turned around and said to Old Lady Lin: "Qin Mo congratulated Old Lady Lin for her health and longevity."

Everyone felt their scalp numb, was it as casual as you?

Is he so frivolous and casual in celebrating Old Lady Lin’s birthday?

Even this can become the top scholar in the palace examination, and it is insulting my scholarly etiquette.

Old Lady Lin nodded, but seemed to be careless. She squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Qin Mo, you and Mr. Zhou are the top scholars in Wen. Today, the city lord gave her a painting. Can I ask for a good poem for you?"

Old Lady Lin personally asked for poetry?

Everyone couldn't sit still, and they all looked surprised on their faces, and they looked at Old Lady Lin with their mouths wide open.

Old Mrs. Lin personally asked for poetry, which is so rare.

Some people have come back to the point that Old Lady Lin doesn’t really want Zhou Mubai to win.

Qin Mo said lightly: "There is no need to write poems. Brother Zhou has become unprecedented and unprecedented, and it makes people feel reluctant to give up on the disadvantages. Qin Mo cannot write better poems than Brother Zhou."

When everyone heard this, their faces were twitching violently. You have been eating just now. Have you seen the poem written by Zhou Mubai? He was so perfunctory and unintentional. Seeing this, some girls even secretly labeled Qin Mo as a straight man.

Seeing that Qin Mo took the initiative to admit defeat, Lin Youyin's eyes showed an unexpected look.

Zhou Mubai smiled proudly and said, "Brother Qin Mo, you can't say that. Poetry is divided into high and low, and literature is no better. Today is the old lady Lin's birthday. Since Mrs. Lin has spoken, you can write a song on the spot to satisfy the wish of the host of the banquet."

OK, you are still panting when you say you are fat.

Seeing that he couldn't let go, Qin Mo glanced at Zhou Mubai and said, "I'll give it a try."
Chapter completed!