Chapter 67: "Picking Lotus"
Wang Yu frowned and looked out the window, pretending to be in deep thought.
Mo Qingkuang had received the reassurance from Mo Fan at this moment, and there was no ripple in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh.
He just quietly waited for Wang Yu to show off.
Everyone in the literary examination looked at Wang Yu expectantly, waiting for the masterpiece he was about to brew.
And the martial arts candidates also looked worried. Such an unfair competition made it difficult for Mo Qingkuang to maintain confidence.
Suddenly, Wang Yu turned around abruptly, threw his sleeves hard, and shouted: "Wine!"
Immediately, a sensible person offered fine wine and complimented: "Young Master Wang has already had a draft in his mind. The ancients used wine to induce inspiration. Today, Young Master Wang must be like the ancients who wrote poems with a glass of wine!"
The singing and the response quickly attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked at Wang Yu.
He raised the wine pot, did not pour the wine, and poured it directly into his mouth.
Transparent liquor poured into his mouth continuously, and he ignored the slight spillage on his clothes.
After drinking several mouthfuls, Wang Yu threw the wine pot in his hand far away and shouted: "It's great!"
Taking advantage of the blush on his face and the soaked clothes, he became more wild.
"Brocade and flower ornaments!" Wang Yu shook his head and chanted while walking with full posture.
"Luo Yi hangs down the green river, asking you where you are going now, picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles to the west, I want to send you but there is no chance. I hope you will return soon and see the fresh lotus." In the increasingly surprised eyes of the crowd, Wang Yu finished chanting "Ode to Lotus" with emotion.
"Good!" The literati group is always the first to respond.
The flowery sedan chair is carried by people, and it is always like this in the literati circle.
Not to mention that Wang Yu's "Ode to Lotus" is excellent, even if it is average, it will be praised by a lot of people.
After hearing this, Zheng Tao's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to praise, he heard Hua Ge whisper, "Old man Wang's poem is really well written."
"Huh? Was it written by Wang Xiang?" Zheng Tao was stunned when he heard this.
"Of course, do you think Wang Yu has the ability to write such a poem? The emotions expressed in this poem are simply not something that a young man like Wang Yu, who is only 17 or 18 years old, can understand. How can he write it?" Hua Ge said disdainfully.
"In addition, this poem was not originally like this. After Wang Xiang wrote the original manuscript, he asked me to appreciate it. I helped him revise it again, and finally it was finalized as it is now."
"But this poem was written recently and has not been circulated. Wang Yu is not too stupid to come up with this poem."
Zheng Tao was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. So this is really Wang Xiang's poem?
Wang Yu, do you know that your grandfather is doing this?
Mo Qingkuang is not only ignorant, even if he is well-educated, he can't come up with a poem that can compare with the two top candidates of the literary examination, Wang Xiang and Hua Ge!
Zheng Tao sighed speechlessly. This is a competition that is doomed to fail. My disciple, who made you so popular?
Hua Ge was still smiling and adding fuel to the fire: "Not bad, good poem!"
Hearing the praise from Dean Hua, Wang Yu smiled so hard that his mouth almost stretched to the back of his ears.
This is the praise from the Dean of the Academy of Literature, the recognition of the golden generation of Wenquxing!
He smiled modestly and said, "Dean, you are too kind. I just made up a story. I will ask the Dean to teach me more in the future."
"Hmm." Seeing that Wang Yu was getting ahead of himself, Hua Ge didn't expose him and just said "Hmm" without comment.
"Mr. Wang is indeed very talented in writing, and he deserves the title of top candidate in the literary examination!" All the candidates in the literary examination followed suit and praised him. For a while, there was an endless stream of compliments.
Unlike the joy of the literary examination, the hearts of the martial arts candidates almost sank to the bottom.
This poem is indeed an excellent poem, and its quality is enough to be passed down to the world.
There are also many martial artists who are interested in studying poetry, and they can tell the good from the bad.
"This poem was written by Wang Yu, and my name is written backwards!" Tang Yu was the most angry and snorted.
He was the one who knew the inside story of Wang Yu's literary champion. If Wang Yu really had such literary talent and could compose poems with a glass of wine, why did he write such an article to seek the position of champion?
He was about to expose it immediately, but was stopped by Gu Hongyi: "Don't be impulsive, I haven't heard of this poem. Whether it was written by Wang Yu or not, you have no evidence to prove that it was not written by Wang Yu."
"Then you can't just watch him bully Brother Mo with plagiarized poems!" Tang Yu looked indignant.
"Wait, this poem!" Gu Hongyi suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said, "This is a poem! But the name is "Ode to Lotus", Mr. Wang, you are not following the rules."
Tang Yu was overjoyed when he heard this, and secretly gave Gu Hongyi a thumbs up: "You are really capable."
Wang Yu's eyelids also jumped. This is indeed a poem called "Picking Lotus", but he just changed the name temporarily to make it more appropriate to the theme he set.
I didn't expect to be pulled out by Gu Hongyi.
Just when the martial arts examination party thought Wang Yu was about to be speechless
Wang Yu rolled his eyes and smiled, "Miss Gu is too serious. Poetry and fu are originally one and the same, but the writing format is different. Since Miss Gu thinks that the title "Ode to Lotus" is inappropriate, how about I change it to "Picking Lotus"? "
"Picking Lotus" is good, picking lotus is more in line with the theme of this poem, Mr. Wang is very talented!" There is a funny joke and there is a supporting joke. As soon as Wang Yu finished speaking, someone echoed him, not giving Gu Hongyi a chance to interrupt, and just confirmed the fact that this is a good poem.
Gu Hongyi couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw this. In the singing and singing, the problem that was finally caught was covered up again.
Wang Yu secretly remembered the man who supported him, thinking that he would have a chance to give him a future in the future.
Then, he looked at Mo Qingkuang: "Mr. Mo, what do you think?"
Mo Qingkuang didn't understand poetry, but he could see from the faces of the crowd that this poem was quite good.
However, he still couldn't praise it on the surface, but just nodded reservedly: "Not bad."
"Oh? It's just not bad. It seems that my poem is not very worthy of Brother Mo. I guess Brother Mo has a better draft in his mind. Why don't you take it out for us to appreciate?" Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, thinking that Mo Qingkuang was stubborn and continued to press step by step.
"Yes, I believe that Mr. Mo must be a versatile person in literature and martial arts. Why don't you read out the draft and let us learn from it?" The friend who supported him played his role again.
Everyone looked at Mo Qingkuang. When "Picking Lotus" came out, they were almost sure that Mo Qingkuang had no chance of winning at all. Now it depends on whether Mo Qingkuang can write a good quality poem and not lose face so miserably.
Especially the candidates who took the civil examination, their eyes were full of teasing and sympathy when they looked at Mo Qingkuang.
They had respect and jealousy for Mo Qingkuang.
In previous years, Tianxuan was weak, and the quality of the martial arts examination was not high.
Although the Tianxuan Continent respected martial arts, in fact, in the Tianxuan Empire, the civil examination was often more glorious than the martial arts examination.
Today, Mo Qingkuang suddenly appeared and became the brightest star. The importance of the civil examination was not as high as before, and they also had a little jealousy in their hearts.
They would also feel a different kind of refreshment when they could see this rising star embarrassed.