Datang New Giants

145. Chapter [-] Pretending to be too much

The last hurdle finally started, not only the people who wanted to break through the hurdle became nervous, but also the crowd of onlookers became quiet.

The capture of Magpie Bridge has finally reached the most critical moment.

Lu Ting didn't bother to talk to Fang Shiqiang, whose face was full of resentment, and looked at the people around him, most of them were about 30 people.

Except for judges and subordinates, the rest are all competitors.

"Brother, including us, there are 32 people, most of whom are unfamiliar faces, probably from other places." Chang Sun Chong whispered beside Lu Ting.

Just now Chang Sun Chong paid attention to the number of people who passed the fifth pass. When the gong sounded to end the fifth pass, he counted 32 people.

There are about [-] lanterns with lantern riddles in the first level, that is to say, only one adult can stand on the sixth floor of the lantern building and accept the last challenge.

Of course, no matter how many people there are, there is only one bull head lamp, and among the 32 boys with bursting hormones, there is only one person who can become famous and prostitute in the end.

Sun Shiyong stood up, bowed his hands to the 32 passers, and said with a smile on his face: "Being able to pass the sixth pass is enough to show that everyone is a talented person with both talents. On behalf of Pingkangfang, I congratulate you all."

There was not very enthusiastic applause at the scene, and Lu Ting and Chang Sun Chong also clapped their hands.

Everyone was thinking about what would happen in the last question, and no one wanted to hear what a bad old man had to say.

Poetry writing on the spot is a necessary part of picking up lanterns from the Magpie Bridge, and it is also the most attention-getting part. Many people will make some preparations before coming.

Sun Shiyong also understood everyone's thoughts, and briefly introduced the rules as usual, and quickly said loudly: "Everyone present is probably waiting very impatiently, well, without further delay, the final game will begin immediately."

As soon as the voice fell, a needle could be heard on the scene.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Sun Shiyong coughed dryly, raised the volume, and said loudly: "In the past, it was mostly the old man who made the questions. After so many questions, I was tired. This year, I will change the rules and let one of them judge the propositions. Brother, this is your first time participating in this kind of activity, so please come up with a question."

There are always old faces present, such as Kong Yingda, Wang Yongzhi and Zhang Hu. There are many disciples. Letting them write questions may cause controversy. Du Zheng has no such scruples. He is rarely in Chang'an, and it is the first time to participate Activities, coupled with his high status in the hearts of scholars, many people believe in him.

Others made a proposition, if they had no intention of letting their disciples or disciples do it before, it would damage the reputation of the magpie bridge and the lamp if it spread.

Upon hearing this, Du Zhengzang said with some doubts, "This...isn't suitable."

Background, status, and reputation, I don't have any advantages, and Du Zhengzang is a little flattered by letting himself make a proposition.

Kong Yingda, Zhang Hu, and Wang Yongzhi echoed, saying that several judges present have participated in this kind of activity many times, and all of them have given questions. Only Du Zhengzang has not, so let him make the question as a matter of course.

After a bit of evasion, Du Zhengzang happily accepted the task of showing up, thought for a while, and quickly said: "Shangyuan Festival, naturally I have to write some festive poems. I'm so happy tonight, so let's keep things simple and write poems." It is inseparable from wind, flowers, snow and moon, and they say that beauty is like flowers, and the most indispensable thing in Pingkangfang is beauty, so let's write flowers in the proposition this time."

After a pause, Du Zhengzang added: "There are many poems about flowers. It is easy to write, but it is not easy to write brilliantly. I hope to see some novel and interesting works."

The proposition turned out to be flowers.

Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Du Zhengzang was right. There are a lot of poems like Feng Hua Xue Yue, and it can be said that they are all poorly written.

Yu Wenying, who was standing not far away, was even more delighted when he heard the words, and couldn't help clenching his fists: "It's really lucky, I found someone to invite some good poems that haven't been published before participating in the event, and one of them is related to flowers." , hit the bet.

"Light the incense." As soon as Du Zhengzang finished speaking, someone lit a stick of incense with a torch.

"Finally reached the last level." Zheng Zihan patted Zheng Yanzhi's shoulder and said, "Zhimei, are you nervous?"

After hearing that the proposition was flowers, Zheng Zihan breathed a sigh of relief and came up with an out-of-the-ordinary proposition. If everyone is not good at playing, maybe someone will take advantage of it. Simple propositions like "flowers" are easier to write poetry on the contrary. skill.

Many people know that Fang Shiqiang, who is known as the number one talented person in the south of the Yangtze River, is best at romantic themes.

Just now Zheng Zihan felt that he was [-]% sure, and after hearing the proposition, he was at least [-]% sure.

Zheng Yanzhi shook her head and said, "Nervous? Sister Han, why am I nervous?"

"Zhimei, don't you know that Mr. Fang is best at this kind of poetry?"

"I don't know, and there's no need to know." Zheng Zhengzhi said calmly, "As long as the result is not announced, everything will be variable. For me, the chance of winning is still [-]%."

Zheng Zihan smiled slightly: "It is the time for a stick of incense, and you will soon know whether you lose or I win."

Zheng Yanzhi didn't speak, she kept looking at Lu Ting who was standing on the sixth floor of the lamp building.

The prodigal son is greedy for money and lustful, and his character is average, but he can always surprise people, turning many impossibles into possibilities, and I don't know if he can create surprises again this time.

If Lu Ting wins, he will gain fame and fortune, and he can also win the book case he likes. It can be said that both sides will benefit. For some reason, Zheng Yanzhi hopes that Lu Ting will lose instead.
"Boss, have you made up your mind?" Chang Sun Chong looked at Lu Ting in surprise and asked with some doubts.

After the proposition was made, everyone was scratching their heads thinking that some quick-witted people had already gone to the desk, ready to write their new works. At such a tense moment, Lu Ting still had the mind to eat.

The eldest Sun Chong wanted to kneel down to Lu Ting. On such an important occasion, with such a good chance to become famous overnight, Lu Ting was still so calm.

"It's okay, when I'm eating, I'm more inspired, just keep busy with your work." Lu Ting said calmly.

As a human being in my second life, isn't it just a good poem, as long as I want to, I can say another one. Eight capitals of ten poems are no problem, and each capital must be the kind handed down from generation to generation.

Chang Sun Chong nodded helplessly, walked aside to think about his masterpiece, there was not much time for a stick of incense.

It took half a cup of tea, and someone suddenly shouted: "Haha, I have it."

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Yu Wenying walked to the book case confidently, picked up a wolf hair, and started writing on the spot.

The movement was really fast, everyone just glanced at it, then quickly retracted their gaze, and continued to polish their poems.

Others have made it, and you have to hurry up.

After Yu Wenying finished writing and checking that it was correct, he signed his name and carefully dried the ink with his mouth. Then he handed it over to the maidservant at the side, and the maidservant handed it over to the judge's seat. After everyone finished, there would be a voice to coax The bright servants chanted in public.

Seeing the anxious expressions on some people's faces, Yu Wenying was secretly happy: I am lucky, the poems I prepared in advance should have a response, and submitting them early shows that I am quick-witted, and can also exert invisible pressure on those competitors. pressure.

If it weren't for the scruples that made others suspect, Yu Wenying really wanted to write the proposition as soon as he uttered it.

Looking up at the judging booth secretly, he saw that the five judges had gathered together to watch his poem, and Zhang Wailang and Sun Huishou nodded their heads.

This is a very good signal, and the smile on Yu Wenying's face is even bigger.

A quarter of an hour is neither short nor long. Fortunately, it is not difficult to write poems related to flowers. Some people, like Yu Wenying, have prepared in advance. Stand in front of the book case if you haven't finished it, think about a sentence and write a sentence.

When the long incense had just burned halfway, Fang Shiqiang also walked towards the desk with a confident face, and saw that he moved his brush like a flower, and he finished it in one breath with a few breaths.

Only then did Chang Sun Chong walk towards the book case.

"Fifth, seeing your smile, you must have the ticket to win." Seeing Fang Shiqiang approaching, Yu Wenying greeted him enthusiastically.

Even if he was prepared, Yu Wenying didn't expect to win the Bull Head Lamp. He hoped that when he recited his poems, there would be applause and admiration.

"It's a clumsy composition, I don't know if it can be judged by the five judges, but the third brother is the best, and he will be the first to complete it." Fang Shiqiang responded with a smile.

Yu Wenying waved his hand and said: "What's so great, it's just throwing bricks to attract jade."

Fang Shiqiang looked around for a while, and quickly set his eyes on the table where the snacks were placed, eyes closed, and the fingers of his right hand tapped lightly on the table, as if he was still polishing his poems in his mind.

"This Tian Shenu surnamed Lu can't write it, can he?" Yu Wenying noticed something strange in Fang Shiqiang's eyes, and soon found the key point, and immediately laughed.

If it wasn't for the finger of Lu Ting's right hand tapping the table, he would have thought he had fallen asleep.

Fang Shiqiang shook his head and said, "This kind of subject matter is too broad. Even a boy who has just learned to know can do it. The chances of not being able to write it are very low."

"This Lu Ting is best at putting on airs. He probably wants to be the last one to draw attention." Yu Wenying said with a sneer.

Fang Shiqiang pinched the joints of his fingers lightly, making a soft popping sound, and with a half-smile on his face again, he leaned into Yu Wenying's ear and said, "Third brother, take care, Let's see how my younger brother will teach this farm slave a lesson."

For Fang Shiqiang, tonight was a good day, a good day for him to become famous, but he didn't expect that he would fall into Lu Ting's tricks and publicly tell about his laissez-faire. , Thinking of these Fang Shiqiangs, he was furious.

I've been thinking about how to get revenge on Lu Ting, but now I seem to have found an opportunity.

"Fifth brother has let go of his words, it must be wonderful. As a brother, I will wait for the good news." Yu Wenying's eyes lit up, and he agreed happily.

Everyone in Dachangjin is his own enemy, and Yu Wenying doesn't like Lu Ting very much. Hearing that Fang Shiqiang wants to teach Lu Ting a lesson, he immediately regains his spirits.

When Yu Wenying sat on the sidelines and waited leisurely to watch the good show, the elder Sun Chong who had handed in the poem was all anxious.

More than half of that stick of incense was burned, and only a small piece was left, probably only half a cup of tea, but Lu Ting was still sitting there with his eyes closed, and the fingers of his right hand seemed to be tapping the table rhythmically, as if he was not here to participate in the Magpie Bridge Take out the lamp, but come to the brothel to listen to the music.

There was only a small piece of incense left, and the rivals Yu Wenying and Fang Shiqiang also handed in their poems. At this moment, there were five people writing in front of the desk, and only Lu Ting remained silent.

Did you think about it, or did you not pay attention to the time?

Changsun Chong was in a hurry, wanting to remind Lu Ting to pay attention to the time, but also worried that Lu Ting was writing a poem at a critical juncture, if he disturbed him, the finished poem might be gone, but if he didn't remind him, it would be too late.

It is simply left and right.

Not only was the eldest grandson Chong anxious, Zheng Yanzhi, who had been following Lu Ting, also had a heart-wrenching feeling. Seeing that all of them were completed, only Lu Ting was still sitting there motionless, and Zheng Yanzhi was sweating for Lu Ting.

It doesn't matter if the poem is not brilliant, there are so many people, only one can climb to the seventh floor of the lamp tower, but you have to write it anyway, if everyone else writes it, only Lu Ting will be left, and it won't be good to spread the word.

Two Shueisha sisters who didn't know the situation also noticed Lu Ting's situation and whispered whether Lu Ting had given up.

Just as Chang Sun Chong gritted his teeth and was about to remind Lu Ting, the corners of Lu Ting's mouth turned up slightly, he suddenly opened his eyes, stood up quickly, and walked steadily towards the book case.

Finally moved, Chang Sun Chong heaved a long sigh of relief, almost dying of anxiety.

When Lu Ting walked towards the book case, he was already the last one. Seeing so many people's eyes on him, he couldn't help but straighten his back, with a smile on his face and his eyes shining brightly, enjoying the feeling of all the attention.

Yu Wenying really guessed right, Lu Ting really waited until the last moment to make his final appearance.

In ancient times, fame was very important. With fame, it is easy to do anything. Especially for those who have entered the official career, it is obviously easier to get promoted. Lu Ting agreed to Chang Sun Chong to participate. Apart from Yiqianguan is very attractive, the most important reason is that I want to make a name for myself through this event.

Not to mention anything else, with fame, Li Er will definitely look up to him, maybe when he is happy, he will confirm his status as a master and apprentice. Both are beautiful.

Just now I wanted to be the first one to finish, and just wanted to get up, I didn't expect that Yuwenying was faster than myself.

If you can't be the first, then you will be the last one to appear on the stage. Lu Ting seems to squint his eyes and look relaxed, but in fact, his right eye shows a crack from time to time, and he keeps looking at the length of the stick of incense in the conspicuous place. Ting also saw it, but he still waited until the last moment to appear.

It's not bad, I'm the only one left in the audience, and everyone's eyes are on me, this feeling is wonderful.

Under the eyes of everyone, Lu Ting walked towards the desk confidently, two feet, one foot, four steps, three steps, two steps...
Seeing that Lu Ting was one step away from reaching the desk, Fang Shiqiang, who was leaning against a pillar, shook his right hand lightly, and a grain of silver beans fell from his sleeve pocket to the palm of his right hand. When it was in the sleeve, Fang Shiqiang skillfully put the silver bean on the position of the index finger, turned the angle quietly, and flicked the index finger of the right hand suddenly, and the thin silver bean flew quickly in the air, Accurately hit the joint of Lu Ting's right leg.

Lu Ting suddenly felt pain in the joints of his right foot, his right leg was weak, and he bent involuntarily. He lost his balance and fell on the desk with a "bang". All of a sudden Yan fell to the ground.

The scream of "Ah" was clearly heard even by Zheng Yanzhi in the bakery.

"Boss, are you okay?" Zhang Sun Chong was taken aback, and rushed up to pull Lu Ting up.

Lu Ting touched the knee joint of his right foot, gasped for air and said, "It's okay, I don't know why my right foot suddenly hurts, and then I lost strength."

It's really evil, and it's not a trip, how can a good person fall.

I still wanted to make a big splash, but I made a joke first.

Chang Sun Chong still wanted to comfort Lu Ting with a few words, but a nobleman who had a good relationship with Chang Sun Chong reminded him: "Brother Chang Sun, please stop talking and ask your friend to write poems quickly, the fragrance will soon be gone."

Lu Ting and Chang Sun Chong turned their heads to look, and couldn't help being startled: the stick of incense was only a little bit left, as if it would go out at any moment.

"Not good" said a voice that made Chang Sun Chong even more desperate: "Mr. Lu just overturned the book case, and all the ink was poured out. It's too late to grind the ink now."

When Changsun Chong saw it, his face suddenly became depressed. It turned out that the inkstones filled with thick ink were all on the ground, and the inkstones were all empty.

Considering the length of the incense, it is estimated that there is not enough time to write a five-character five-poem. Now that he doesn't even have any ink, Chang Sun Chong has only one thought in his mind: It's over, it's over, the boss, this strange soldier, is probably about to break.

Some people were happy and some were sad. When Chang Sun Chong looked desperate, Yu Wenying and Fang Shiqiang showed joy on their faces, especially Fang Shiqiang, who even showed a sneer of conspiracy.

(End of this chapter)