Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 60

Fang Xia did not expect to achieve his goal in the first round.

You must know that he deliberately designed the Shihui as an elimination competition. Part of the reason is that he does not want the rules to be too complicated, but another important reason is to allow Hong Zimu to participate in as many rounds as possible in the shortest time. Write as many poems as possible.

——Poetry and prose that can be passed down to later generations must be brilliant, Fang Xia believes that the ability to copy public officials with prose is still enough to ensure that he is among the half of the promotion.

He originally thought that after so many rounds of competition, he could hit a song even if he bumped into each other, but he didn't expect that it would be the first round.

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The only one who felt the same way as Fang Xia now was Yang Shouche who was on the sidelines.

The latter's emotions are a bit more complicated than Fang Xia's. After all, unlike Fang Xia's attitude of seeing Hong Zimu's situation after seeing a lot and being sure about Hong Zimu's situation, Yang Shouche still mostly guesses what Hong Zimu did. When the dust settled, his tense emotions suddenly relaxed, and he seemed a little dazed.

But the other soul in the same body was much calmer.

[Yang Mingliu]'s mood was so calm that he didn't even notice any waves, as if he always expected the current situation.

He had indeed expected it.

As early as in his last life when he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, he had already guessed about Hong Zimu's origin, but at the same time he also knew that he was an out-and-out fool. There is nothing but little thought.

Thinking that I was deceived by such an idiot in my previous life, and even made him a confidant, [Yang Mingliu] always finds it incredible when I recall it.

It's just that after being attached to Yang Shouche all these years to relive the past again, he has to admit that he was really stupid at that time - he was even worse than the other party.

[Yang Mingliu] There was a way to destroy this poetry meeting, after all, it didn't match the ending he had planned for Hong Zimu at all: it was just ruined in a small academy, or in the small half of Yingzhou. How can it be enough? !

...Even Hong Zimu in his previous life didn't have such a clean ending.

There are really not many things that can make Yang Xiang "unforgettable". Hong Zimu, who died so happily in his previous life, is one of them. Now that he is doing it all over again, he naturally sets his sights on the other party.

But looking at Yang Shouche sorting out those old manuscript collections, [Yang Mingliu] mocked the other party in his heart for relying on others for such a thing, but after all, he didn't do anything until the day of the poetry meeting.

Why didn't you do it?

This question is as unanswerable as why he has been almost on the sidelines to the stupid things that the teenager "himself" has done all these years.

Many times, it is obvious that as long as he calls a word, he can solve the boy's own predicament. It is obvious that he only needs to say one more word, and the problem the boy is facing will be solved, but [Yang Mingliu] did nothing...even he just needs to give it a little With just one thought, this young body could be snatched away, but he still didn't move.

[Yang Mingliu] In fact, he already vaguely had an answer in his heart, but the answer was so ridiculous that even he himself didn't want to admit it.

He was actually envious of himself when he was a teenager.

Once he was a dignified prime minister and held great power, but he could walk into the palace with his shoes on, face the saint without kneeling, and he was actually envious of that academy student who had nothing and was useless.

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The other people present probably couldn't understand the complicated mood of Fang Xia and others. The short-lived lively sound was stopped by the teacher beating the ruler, and the teacher, who was the judge, began to comment on Hong Zimu's poem.

Of course, this is not an honor for every poem. Many poems rated below C can only shake their heads and sigh. With a jump, he clenched his palm subconsciously, feeling a dull pain on it.

But obviously, "Hong Zimu's poems" would not be treated that way. The masters who spoke were full of praise and praise. The elder said in a slightly serious tone: "You really made this poem? Didn't it mean that other brothers and elders in the family were inconvenient to show up and asked you to convey it?"

These words are passing the steps, but at the same time the question is direct enough.

Fang Xia's heart skipped a beat, and Hong Zimu's figure froze for a moment.

However, apart from a few people who knew the inside story, the other people present obviously understood this to mean something else. Sitting next to the head of the mountain, an old master of a rather old age interjected with a smile, "The head of the mountain also thinks that Zimu's age is unexpectedly It is really rare in the world to be able to write such poems?"

Hong Zimu below heard this, and the momentary stiff expression quickly returned to his former calmness, and the color between his brows surfaced again, but in the end he still showed a courtesy to the speaking Master, "Master praised , The students are ashamed."

Lao Shan frowned.

The poem Fang Xia got from Yang Shouche naturally showed it to the head of the mountain before the poetry meeting. What the old head of the mountain said just now was to take care of the young man and give him a chance to repent, and this matter is also related to the reputation of the academy. If Hong Zimu follows the trend, the head of the mountain may not pursue it deeply.

It's just obvious that Hong Zimu's vigilance and little sense of shame have been wiped away by the smooth experience of these years. He naturally interpreted the question from the head of the mountain as the meaning of the old master. He didn't notice that his words fell behind, and Shan Zhang's face became ugly for a moment.

In fact, Hong Zimu also had some opinions on this old mountain leader in his heart, feeling that the other party looked down upon others with dog eyes and had no knowledge at all.

——What's wrong with your age?Haven't you seen a genius? !

He was so indignant that he completely forgot that the "genius" was not himself.

Hong Zimu wanted to give the other party a good look, and continued with an attitude of being as humble as possible, but still quite arrogant: "The student saw that the lotus stamens are delicate and tender, and they are cute at the moment, and they are very touched..." He Talking and blurting out is another song that is quite different in style from the one I just made, but it is still good enough to be handed down to the world.

Fang Xia didn't know what expression to make.

He had seen someone stepping on a trap, but he had never seen someone who actively dug a hole for himself and jumped into it.

The style of Hong Zimu's second poem is quite different from the previous one. Obviously, the original author is not the same person, and this poem is not included in Yang Shouche's manuscript.But the day before the poetry meeting, [Yang Mingliu] sent a few poems, and it was rare that he didn't stay here with Fang Xia. He just left with a sentence "I will use it when the time comes".

But by such a coincidence, this happened to be one of those few songs.

Fang Xia muttered more and more about [Yang Mingliu]'s identity, but still focused on the current situation.

Over there, after Hong Zimu finished his second poem, the head of the mountain's face became even uglier.But this time he didn't say anything, instead Fang Xia took the opportunity to interject, "Did you compose these two poems on the spot?"

It was a bit offensive for Fang Xia to interject at this moment. After all, as the master of this academy, Shan Zhang’s comments can be regarded as concluding speeches. It would be a bit impolite to speak after him.

However, thanks to the old master who spoke earlier, Fang Xia's words will not be too abrupt.And looking at Shan Chang's face at the moment, he probably wasn't in the mood to care about these etiquettes, so Fang Xia took the opportunity to make a patch for the future.

With the "false alarm" just now, Hong Zimu's mentality was very stable at the moment. Hearing Fang Xia's question, he immediately answered "Yes" without hesitation.

Hong Zimu was very cautious in the early years. Just in case, many poems were said to be "poems written earlier, and only used when he felt that they were in harmony with the current situation."Of course, Hong Zimu, a poet of later generations, would not say that, and all the poems he can prevaricate are Yang Mingliu's poems of the same era.

Because of the sudden extra memory in his mind after time travel, he was more proficient and clearer in Yang Mingliu's poems, so he naturally used them more frequently.It's just that although Hong Zimu knew that those poems were written by Yang Mingliu and recited them fluently, he didn't know when and what age the other party wrote them.

Hong Zimu was also worried that one day Yang Mingliu would show up suddenly and show evidence to accuse him of plagiarism.

He said that it was the manuscript he wrote earlier, so even if the incident happened, there is still a lot of room for redemption.

Hong Zimu was naturally proud of the idea he came up with, but after a long time, he felt a little bit uneasy.

After all, compared with "taking out the poems made before", of course, the ones written on the spot and directly expressing his heart can better reflect his "genius" name.After all, most of the talented scholars and celebrities in various dynasties, those good stories handed down from generation to generation are mostly written with emotion and completed overnight.

At the same time, Yang Mingliu, who hadn't appeared for a long time, made Hong Zimu gradually let go of his guard, and he became more and more convinced that he came to this era with the things in his mind to replace the other party, so it was even more useless to use the other party's poems and articles. Mental disorder.

Asked by Fang Xia at this moment, Hong Zimu's answer was very calm.

And Hong Zimu also had thoughts in his heart.

He had just shown his talent for poetry in front of Mr. Fang, and a poetry meeting was held in the academy in a blink of an eye, and the head of the mountain personally took the lead. did it for him.

If Fang Xia knew what Hong Zimu was thinking, he would probably pat him on the shoulder and sigh: It is indeed specially done for you, but the reason for doing it may be different from what you think.

Of course, Hong Zimu didn't know Fang Xia's plan. He really wanted to win the favor of this "noble man", hoping that the other party would support him more in the future. Of course he wouldn't dismiss him with a simple "yes" at the moment. But after pondering for a while, he continued, "The wind blows the lotus, and the lotus petals and lotus leaves are swaying. The students can't help feeling when they see this scene, so they made this poem. It was written in a hurry, and the words are clear. If it is not enough, I hope the master will rectify it."

Fang Xia: "..."

With Fang Xia's poetic accomplishments, facing this kind of works that can be handed down to future generations, of course there is nothing to "correct". It’s a poem), but when he turned his face away, his expression couldn’t help becoming complicated.

Fang Xia originally thought that "digging a hole for himself to jump" was rare enough, but he never expected that this Wen Chaogong not only jumped, but also buried himself with some soil after the jump.

Although Fang Xia had this kind of thought in mind when he asked the question, he was still a little dazed to achieve his goal so easily.

This is a good time, Hong Zimu really completely blocked his escape route.

Fang Xia almost couldn't bear to look at the expression of the side mountain chief.