Chapter 156：

This is not over yet, and the three lower couplets are only qualified to stay on the first floor. If you want to go to the second floor, you must write a poem. If you want to go to the third floor, in addition to writing poems, you must answer the questions correctly.

Chen Muyang nodded secretly, in ancient times there were all kinds of inferior grades, only the sayings of reading high, Wen Cuilou did this, and he came up in a hurry.

When Chen Muyang walked in, he saw nine upper couplets hanging on the wooden frame at the entrance of the building. There was a screen behind the wooden frame, and behind the screen was a table with ink, ink, ink, ink, etc. on the table.

Those who want to have a couplet go to the table behind the screen and download the couplet. If someone passes the couplet, they can enter the Wencui Building.

A scribe wrote three lower couplets at the table.

Chapter 169 Poetry breaks through the barrier and goes upstairs? Very tall!

Soon, the scribe wrote three lower couplets, and the guy in the restaurant immediately sent them in.

After a while, the man came out, and in the eyes of everyone he saluted the scribe: "This son, please come in."

This immediately made many people show a look of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Chen Muyang listened to the gossip of the onlookers and finally understood that there were several beautiful women in the Yanzi Building not far away, but they were also paying attention to the poetry meeting in Wencui Building.

If someone can write a good poem to impress the hearts of beautiful women, and be favored by them and become the guest of the curtain, it will be really cool!

Chen Muyang glanced at the nine upper couplets, and immediately stepped forward to the table behind the screen, picked up a pen and wrote down three lower couplets.

Calligraphy? Che, this gentleman is a man with achievement points, can't he be redeemed if he can't write with calligraphy? 10 achievement points can be exchanged for master-level calligraphy, any Yan style, Liu style, and thin gold style, all are not a problem.

However, what Chen Muyang likes most is Dong Qichang's calligraphy. Although this guy's character is not very good, his accomplishments in calligraphy are unquestionable.

Dong Qichang's calligraphy style is elegant and ethereal, self-sufficient in style, and his strokes are elegant, plain and simple, and his brushwork is precise, always maintaining a positive edge, and there are few sloppy and clumsy strokes.

Between the words, the smooth and well-proportioned, the use of ink is exquisite, the dry and wet shades are all wonderful.

Therefore, after Chen Muyang's second line was sent in, his words were praised repeatedly. The guy came out and said respectfully to Chen Muyang, "Young Master Chen, please."

Chen Muyang nodded slightly and walked in with graceful steps.

The first floor is quite spacious with more than a dozen tables, which looks more like a salon of later generations.

Chen Muyang's eyes swept away, and there were a dozen or so scribes sitting sparsely on the first floor, chatting in twos and threes. Seeing the handsome and handsome Chen Muyang, their eyes flashed a trace of jealousy, and no one paid any attention to Chen Muyang.

The literati are light, these four words really explain the psychology of these guys.

Chen Muyang sat down at an empty table and poured a cup of tea, but the tea in the Tang Dynasty was boiled tea with onion **** and sheep oil in it, so it was impossible to drink!

Picked up another piece of dessert and tasted it, bah! Sweet is a bit greasy, not delicious.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a guy came down from the second floor and hung a banner on the wooden frame by the stairs.

On the banner was the topic leading to the second floor, and all the people on the first floor were talking about it for a while.

Just see the banner that reads: The title is spring, but the poem cannot contain the word spring.

This is a very broad and relatively easy question, so almost everyone on the first floor showed a confident smile.

Soon someone wrote a poem and handed it to the guy, who immediately delivered it to the second floor.

After a while, the man went downstairs and said to the scribe, "Mr. Zhang, please go to the second floor."

Everyone hurriedly congratulated him, and the scholar surnamed Zhang clasped his fists and said a few words of humility and then got up and went upstairs.

In the next ten minutes, people continued to write poems and send them up. The qualified ones went upstairs beaming, and the unqualified ones could only stay on the first floor regretfully.

Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Muyang picked up the pen and wrote on the paper: quatrains, a short awning in the shade of ancient wood, Mudi sent me across the east of the bridge, soaked in clothes and wanted to wet the apricot flower rain, and the willow wind blowing not cold.

The guy sent Chen Muyang's poem up, and soon came down to salute Chen Muyang respectfully: "Master Chen, please go to the second floor."

Just when Chen Muyang was on the second floor, his poems were also sent to Yanzi Building.

The little maid ran to the third floor of Yanzi Building and called to the four beautiful women: "Four girls, someone else has climbed up the second floor. This is a poem by Chen Muyang, Master Chen."

"There is a short canopy in the shadow of the ancient wood, and Mudi took me across the east of the bridge. I want to soak my clothes in the rain of apricot flowers, and the willow wind blows my face."

"Okay, what a rain of apricot blossoms on wet clothes, and the willow wind blowing on my face, which really captures the beauty of spring!"

"I really like the sentence that Mudi sent me across the east of the bridge. With the sound of Mudi, walking on the stone bridge where the apricot flowers are falling, how comfortable my heart will be."

The most beautiful Yin Rui Ji has a look of curiosity and anticipation in her eyes, she wants to know what kind of person wrote this poem.

The number of people who can go to the second floor is limited.

After Chen Muyang sat down, he looked at the title hanging on the wooden frame by the entrance of the stairs. There were only two words: Peony.

Chen Muyang nodded slightly, Tang people love peony, so it is quite normal to ask such a question.

Seeing this title, Chen Muyang laughed immediately, and Liu Yuxi's chanting peony came to mind instantly.

Chen Muyang wanted to see how many people could go to the third floor.

But one, two were eliminated one after another, Chen Muyang was speechless, it seemed that it would not be so easy to go up to the third floor from the second floor.

Chen Muyang picked up a pen and wrote Liu Yuxi's chanting peony, and the man quickly sent it to the third floor.

After a while, the guy came down and asked Chen Muyang to go up to the third floor.

For a time, all eyes were on Chen Muyang, Chen Muyang turned a blind eye to these eyes, and walked up to the third floor with a proud smile on his face.

There were only a few tables on the third floor. In addition to the four scholars and scribes who went to the third floor, there were also three famous scholars from Luoyang, who were the judges who evaluated the poems.

When Chen Muyang greeted them, his song of Peony was also delivered to Yanzilou.

"The peony demon in front of the court is incompetent, the pond is pure and unrequited, only the peony is the true color of the country, and it moves the capital when the flowers are blooming."

"The peony is incomparable, the florets have little affection, only the peony is colorful and graceful. It's a wonderful contrast."

"The two poems in a row are so exquisite, this Young Master Chen is really talented."

Yin Ruiji stared at the verse, and her curiosity about Chen Muyang became even stronger.

It is not easy to climb up to the third floor of Wencui Building, but there are also the fourth and fifth floors above it.

"Young Master Chen, do you want to keep going up?"

Chen Muyang smiled and said, "Of course, I really want to see the scenery outside from a higher place."

"Okay! Young Master Chen, please note that there is a time limit for writing this poem, and it cannot exceed half an hour."

"I see, please ask the question."

"The title is wine, poetry is fine, the timer starts!"