The largest amusement park in Pingkangfang.
Countless people crowded the entire garden, and as far as the eye could see, there were dense crowds of people.
And outside the garden, people kept coming.
From the inside to the outside, the garden is divided into three groups of people.
On the high platform in the center, there are Li Shimin and important ministers of third rank and above. The three princes, Prince Li Chengqian, King of Yue Li Tai, and King of Shu Li Ge, are also there.
Around the high platform, there were thousands of scholars participating in the poetry meeting. The oldest of these people were in their forties, and the youngest were only more than ten years old.
In front of each of them, there is a table with pen, ink, paper and inkstones.
On the outermost edge are the people watching the excitement. If they were not surrounded by the imperial guards and couldn't get in, they would have squeezed in to watch.
Before the poetry meeting began, these scholars were all doing the same thing.
They looked at the rice paper on the table as if they had found a treasure.
Most of these people are either rich or noble, and they usually use the best white paper.
But the paper they used before was obviously much worse than the white paper on the table.
The contestants looked at the five words ‘Majiazhuang rice paper’ in the upper right corner and felt great curiosity.
Among the papers sold on the market, I have never heard of Majiazhuang as a place of origin!
"Majiazhuang rice paper? Is it the Majiazhuang in Longmen County?"
Chen Lun from Jiangzhou Academy looked at the five words in the upper right corner and murmured in a low voice .
He is a frequent visitor to Majiazhuang Winery and is deeply impressed by the word Majiazhuang.
Among the people participating in the poetry meeting.
"Brother Wang, why are you still so calm at this time?" Cheng Chumo looked at Wang Jian with admiration.
While speaking, Cheng Chumo looked around nervously.
The emperor and a group of ministers were staring at him in front of him, and countless people were watching behind him.
A layer of cold sweat broke out nervously on his back and palms.
Wang Jian is now in an extremely relaxed state, and Cheng Chumo can't see a trace of tension on his face.
"Brother Cheng, isn't it just an ordinary poetry meeting? There's nothing to be nervous about." Wang Jian rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.
From the moment this guy entered the scene, people gathered around him chattering non-stop.
"Hey, if I had known that when my father forced me to participate in the poetry meeting, I should have resisted to the death. It would be better to be beaten than now." Cheng Chumo looked regretful.
Cheng Chumo knew his father's temper very well. If he made a joke during this poem, he would inevitably be beaten when he returned.
It was also a beating. Why did you agree to come to the poetry meeting with your hot head in the first place?
The more he thought about it, the more he became distressed. Cheng Chu silently stared blankly, as ifLost dreams.
"Brother Cheng, there are so many people attending the poetry meeting. Even if you hand in a blank piece of paper, no one will know. Maybe inspiration will come if you calm down?" Wang Jian comforted him.
Wang Jian saw old acquaintances in the front rows and pointed at them and said to Cheng Chumo.
"Look at Changsun Chong, Du He, Cui Shenji and Wang Jingzhi in front of them. They have their hands behind their backs and are calm. Regardless of whether they can write good poems or not, this posture is already eye-catching."
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Cui Shenji and Wang Jingzhi, their faces were bruised and swollen.
But this does not affect their artificial posture at all.
"Hey, they are here to fill up the numbers." Cheng Chumo shook his head disdainfully.
He then gloated and whispered, "Brother Wang tells you good news. Cui Shenji and Wang Jingzhi, two bastards, will sleep in Dali Temple for five days in the future."
They Both of them suffered superficial injuries, and they were almost healed in a few days.
Sun Fujia, the young minister of Dali Temple, was tricked by his father. During these days, he came to ask for help from time to time.
"These two people will definitely retaliate. Brother Cheng, you should also be more careful." Wang Jian reminded Cheng Chumo in a low voice.
"Hey, they are just a few weaklings, so there is nothing to be afraid of." Cheng Chumo showed no fear.
On the academy side.
Chen Lun from Jiangzhou Academy and Liu Zijun from Luzhou Academy were shaking their paper fans lightly at this time, with a confident expression on their faces.
In their eyes, most of the people who participated in the poetry meeting were just there to make up the numbers.
His poetic talent is not worth mentioning at all.
People in the periphery also have a strong sense of participation.
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They kept pointing their fingers at the people participating in the poetry meeting.
A middle-aged woman with a mole at the corner of her mouth excitedly pointed at the crowd participating in the poetry meeting and kept pulling the big-nosed sisters beside her.
"Sister Lan, Master Wei from the private school is almost 50 years old, why do you come to participate in the poetry meeting?"
"Who doesn't want to participate if you write good poems and have the opportunity to become an official? "The big-nosed woman looked at the scholars in the field with envy.
"Sister Lan, isn't your uncle's son studying in a private school? Why don't you see him come to the poetry meeting?" the woman with a black mole at the corner of her mouth asked curiously.
"That short-lived devil has only been in private school for a few years, and his grades are usually at the bottom. How can he come to participate in such a poetry meeting." The big-nosed woman said scornfully.
Most of the people participating in this poetry meeting were students from various colleges and officials.
Only a small number of them are children from poor families with some reputation.
Children from ordinary people’s families don’t even have a chance to register.
On the high platform.
Li Shimin looked atThe densely packed people below were worried about causing a disturbance and a stampede. He frowned and gave orders to the Qianniu Guards on the left and right.
"Li Junxian, Niu Jinda, the Qianniu Guards on your left and right must maintain order and no stampede occurs."
"It's your Majesty."
Li After Jun Xian and Niu Jinda saluted, they quickly went down to make arrangements.
Immediately afterwards, Li Shimin asked Doulu Kuan, the Minister of Rites.
"How many people are participating in the poetry meeting today?"
"Your Majesty, according to the statistics issued by the number plate, there are 1,553 people in total." Doulu Kuan stood up and answered with cupped hands.
These are all screened out in the early stage, otherwise the number of people participating in the poetry meeting would have increased tenfold.
Li Shimin was overjoyed when he heard that so many people were participating, and he immediately gave the order.
"It's time to begin!"
"It's Your Majesty." Doulu Kuan handed over to Li Shimin.
He stood up and walked to the stage, first made some opening remarks, and then told the rules of the game.
"This poetry competition adopts an elimination system, with a total of four rounds. Each round has a theme, and everyone writes poems around the theme."
"In the first round of competition, only The top 300 will advance to the next round."
"Only the top 100 will advance to the second round."
"The top 10 will be selected for the third round. Entering the final competition."
"In the fourth round, the leader, second place, and top pick will be selected."
After Doulu Kuan explained the rules of the poetry meeting, he distributed them among the teams. The etiquette staff at the office explained the rules one after another.
Let the people who participated in the poetry meeting and onlookers understand clearly.
"The first round is titled 'Spring', and it takes as long as a stick of incense to compose a poem!"
After Doulu Kuan announced the title of the first round of poems, people on the high platform I also lit a big stick of incense.
When they heard that the theme was spring, most of the contestants breathed a sigh of relief.
They usually study and train poems with the themes of the four seasons the most.
So the people who participated in the poetry meeting closed their eyes and started thinking.
Wang Jian had already thought about the poem, and while others were still racking their brains, he had already started writing.
The pen moves smoothly, but the written words are like spring earthworms and autumn snakes, crooked and crooked.
Just write the registration number of the contest and a good stolen poem is completed.
Among the crowd of onlookers.
People from the County Marquis Mansion, including Ma Zhou, Yuchi Baoqi and Fang Yiai, have been paying attention to the performance of Wang Jian and Cheng Chumo.
"Brother, why did you finish writing so quickly without thinking too much about it?" Yaodan sat on Xu Hu's neck and opened his mouth and said loudly.
"Your eldest brother came outThere must be no problem if what he says is true, but Cheng Chumo doesn't know what he is doing. "Fang Yiai said with gloating.
On the side, Yuchi Baoqi pushed two brothers, Cheng Chuliang and Cheng Chubi, and said something with a wicked smile.
"You are in the Imperial College. You should study hard, don't imitate your elder brother and stand there stupidly and look embarrassed. "
After finishing speaking, Yuchi Baoqi and Fang Yiai covered their stomachs and laughed.