The rebirth of the medical concubine: The regent is too cold to flirt with!

Chapter 184 This poem can never be written by you

Zhang Yannan always felt that something was wrong.

However, he, who always relied on his intelligence, could not figure out what was wrong.

At this time.

Someone has already finished writing it and handed it in.

Due to the arrival of the regent, the poems handed in first were read by the regent.

So, this man's poem had reached the regent.

Thinking of the "Prince Regent", Zhang Yannan suddenly calmed down.

He suddenly remembered what the regent had told him, to perform well. The regent was waiting for him at the palace examination!

Correct.

He has to do well.

He is a poor student who can only live in the cheapest inn. He doesn't know or get to know the powerful, and no one will take the trouble to help him.

Say.

The special marks on the handwriting are known only to him and no one can imitate them.

Today's coincidence is just destiny.

He should obey the will of God.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yannan made up his mind and started writing.

After he finished writing, the second person handed in the poem.

Ranked second, and got his wish in the hands of Pei Qingyan.

Pei Qingyan saw the seven-character quatrain on the paper.

It's exactly the one Bai Chunjian wrote last night.

"He actually used it." Pei Qingyan said.

"Fortunately, he used it." Liu Yunzhou was very satisfied with Zhang Yannan's performance. "It seems that Bai Chunjian's handwriting can really be fake."

"Is this really good?" Pei Qingyan said, "If Zhang Yannan knew that this poem was not written by him, a man of literary character would probably not be able to accept it."

"Compared with Meng Daru's life and his own life, these are nothing. They just wronged the original author of this poem." Liu Yunzhou said with a smile.

"It won't be long before you know why this poem is so important."

Pei Qingyan hesitated for a moment.

In the end, I chose to believe Liu Yunzhou.

According to Liu Yunzhou's instructions.

Just as the students were handing in their poems one after another, Pei Qingyan handed Zhang Yannan's poems to Meng Daru.

When Meng Daru saw the poem, he was startled at first.

Then he couldn't believe it.

"This!" Meng Daru suddenly slapped the table.

"Who is Zhang Yannan?" Meng Daru was so excited that his beard trembled, "Who is Zhang Yannan?"

Zhang Yannan felt uneasy.

He quickly stood up and saluted, "Student Zhang Yannan, see Meng Daru."

"Are you Zhang Yannan?" Meng Daru walked straight away.

His eyes shone with admiration, "Okay, okay."

Meng Daru stroked his beard, "Did you write this poem?"

"That's right." Zhang Yannan said.

"If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. What does it mean?" Meng Daru frowned.

"Students dare not hide it." Zhang Yannan handed over his hand. "Last night, the student fell asleep while reading. When he woke up, he found a poem on the paper, which happened to be related to spring rain."

"Maybe it was written by a student while he was sleepwalking, but the student really has no memory. Today, Meng Daru happened to ask the question "Spring Rain" again. The student thought it was God's will, so he wrote this poem down. Therefore, he can only be regarded as a student. written."

Meng Daru was stunned for a while after hearing this.

How can I write poetry like this?

can!

Who hasn't done this kind of thing when they were young?

"Hahaha, you are a funny and honest person."

"The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. Well, it is very well written. Although these two sentences are simple in words, they are delicate and beautiful. They are not piled up and are naturally carved. Just reading, you can feel the spring rain. Delicate."

"The last two sentences are the most advantageous thing about spring. It's better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. It's just right for the occasion. Yes, very good."

Meng Daru was full of praise.

When everyone saw Meng Daru personally coming down to encourage Zhang Yannan, some were envious and some were jealous.

Zhang Yannan felt a little embarrassed.

Although this poem was written in his dream.

However, being praised like this by Meng Daru, he felt a little guilty.

at this time.

On the women's side.

Qu Chaoyan, who was sitting in the last row, turned pale and his fingers were trembling.

Fangcai.

She did not hear clearly the two complete sentences that Meng Daru read.

I just vaguely heard something, it was as moist as crisp, the color of grass was close but not there.

She wasn't sure if it was a repeat of the one she wrote.

Qu Chaoyan gritted his teeth hard.

She remembered Liu Yunzhou's mocking tone when he gave her the gold bracelet yesterday.

I was a little flustered.

This is probably Liu Yunzhou's trap.

But how did Liu Yunzhou know that poem?

Qu Chaoyan was puzzled.

No matter what, I can’t have this poem anymore.

Qu Chaoyan pretended to accidentally spill the ink.

The ink soaked into the paper, covering up the writing.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally spilled the ink, please give me another piece of paper." Qu Chaoyan said.

Someone came to clean up immediately.

After Qu Chaoyan got the paper again.

People around me have already handed in poems one after another.

Without any time to think, she wrote a poem and hurriedly handed it in.

After there were many people, Pei Qingyan stopped looking at it and handed it directly to Meng Daru.

Meng Daru was very serious.

He read and commented on almost every poem one by one.

Because I have read Zhang Yannan’s poem.

When I read other people's books, I just find them bland and boring.

"In my opinion, there's no need to make a selection." Meng Daru said, "I don't think anyone will surpass that one."

Pei Yunhe chuckled at the side, "This poem is indeed extremely exquisite, but I haven't finished it yet. Maybe there is a finale."

"I'm just kidding. There are talented people from generation to generation, and the students are very powerful." Meng Daru continued to read.

It's just that the latter ones are not so good.

He turned to the last page with little interest.

When he saw the last poem, Meng Daru was refreshed.

"This is good, this is good."

"I thought no one could surpass the one just now, but I didn't expect that I was ignorant." Meng Daru's eyes lit up.

"Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently." Meng Daru read these sentences and was almost in awe.

"These four sentences are the same as the previous song "The light rain in the sky is as moist as butter, and the color of the grass looks far away but up close, but it has the same purpose. I didn't expect, I didn't expect that I could read two peak works in one day. I am so satisfied."

Meng Daru continued to look down.

but.

When he read the last four sentences, his face became solemn.

"The clouds are all dark on the wild paths, the fires of the river boats are only bright, the red and wet places are seen at dawn, the flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng." Meng Daru frowned as he recited these lines.

"Who wrote this poem?"

"It's me." Qu Chaoyan was confident.

When it comes to poetry, no one can compare to her.

"It's so shameless." Xiaolong almost got angry. "It's clearly Du Fu's poem, but he shamelessly says it's his own. I've never seen such a thick-skinned person. I don't want Bilian."

"Did you write it?" Meng Daru was very suspicious.

"That's right." Qu Chaoyan raised his head.

If she can be appreciated by Meng Daru.

If she can win the championship in one fell swoop, she will skyrocket.

Qu Chaoyan could already imagine the attention he would receive after becoming famous.

Meng Daru's face was very solemn, "I ask again, was this poem written by you?"

"Yes." Qu Chaoyan said, "Meng Daru, feel free to criticize."

"Nonsense!" Meng Daru suddenly became angry, "It's absolutely impossible that you wrote it."