Forced to stand in front of the desk, Wang Lianqing picked up the pen and seemed to feel countless glances.
She forced herself into a state of self-protection, as if she had shut out all external noise, and the only world she could feel was her, Qin Dewei, and this desk.
At this moment, another noise came from the direction of the main hall.
Someone shouted: "Master Xu's reward has been announced! It's the "Autumn Colors of Mountains and Rivers" by Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty! It's really a generous work!"
There were thunderous cheers immediately. It seemed that this prize was very attractive and everyone who read it would not like it.
Qin Dewei was about to utter a fragrant poem, but after hearing this prize, he suddenly got stuck and his face twitched a few times. Can't the master use real money as a reward?
He sneaked in today, largely for the big prize, thinking of using the prize to temporarily solve his economic crisis.
But if the prize is a painting, what use is it to him? Can he eat it? Can he wear it? Can he buy meat? Can he pay his tuition?
Not to mention that this painting is valuable, but the problem is that even if you get the prize, you can't sell it immediately for money.
If you really do this, firstly, it will look like a slap in Mr. Xu's face; secondly, it will look too greedy and vulgar, which will ruin your character. As long as you still want to join the circle of scholars, you can't do things like this.
For Qin Dewei today, there is nothing that can be gained in real money.
Wang Lianqing stood there with her pen in hand for a while, but Qin Dewei didn't say anything, but she still felt untroubled. Anyway, the matter had come to this, and it was just a question of breaking a boy's leg.
Over there, Feng Shuangshuang and Feng Meiren were polishing their ink. Prince Wang Fengyuan finished writing his poem draft and handed it over to the recipient.
Someone will be responsible for making a copy, posting it at the venue, and then passing the manuscript to the main hall for the bosses to taste and evaluate.
Originally, Wang Fengyuan was sitting in the main hall with his teacher Gu Lin, but now that he has submitted his poem manuscript to participate in the selection, in order to avoid suspicion, he will not go back to the main hall.
Feng Shuangshuang was also the one accompanying Mr. Gu Lin today. Just now she volunteered to accompany Wang Fengyuan to write poems in order to increase her presence in public and create so-called "good news."
Now that the face-swiping task was completed, Feng Meiren was supposed to go back to the main hall and continue to accompany Mr. Gu Lin. However, before she left, she looked at her junior sister and was surprised.
Why is Wang Lianqing standing in front of the desk with a pen in hand? Is it possible that he is still thinking about writing a poem and submitting it?
High-class socialites like them must have learned to read and write since they were young, otherwise how would they interact with scholars? But they are limited to being literate and able to recite a few poems.
As for composing poems and lyrics, forget it. Unless you are extremely talented, you won't have the energy to learn this. Songs, dances and music are more important.
Feng Shuangshuang was very sure that Wang Lianqing could not write poetry, so what was she doing with her pen? Thinking of this, Feng Meiren moved over. Prince Wang Fengyuan was also curious and followed her.
Wang Lianqing was very sensitive to her senior sister's breath. When Feng Shuangshuang came closer, she felt it instantly.
So Miss Wang couldn't help but grit her teeth and stood there stupidly with a pen in hand. Sure enough, she provoked the senior sister again.
It seems that one leg is not enough, so I need to add more.
Feng Shuangshuang Pingping walked over, seemingly distressed, and said, "Sister Wang, who are you showing off with your pen here? Aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you for pretending?"
Don't give up on yourself, others are watching you, come down quickly and let me coax you, sister."
Wang Lianqing was ashamed and didn't know how to respond, but Qin Dewei turned to look at Feng Shuangshuang and said, "When you were helping Mr. Wang grind ink just now, was there anyone next to him who was making such a noise? When Mr. Wang was writing a poem,
Is there anyone shouting like this next to me?"
How could Feng Shuangshuang put a servant in his eyes and said disdainfully: "It has nothing to do with you."
Qin Dewei sneered a few times and said loudly: "While others are tinkering with ideas, you make a fuss and shout around. Is this also your attitude towards creation?
If you dare to be so presumptuous, it shows that you don't understand creation at all, and you don't respect creation at all! You dare to learn how to practice ink, I think it's just fake arty!"
Feng Shuangshuang opened her mouth and found that she didn't know how to fight back for a while. In a sense, the other party was reasonable, but they only caught a little bit and then pursued her fiercely, which really caught her off guard.
Suddenly Feng Meiren was shocked and angry, and subconsciously yelled: "What a sharp-tongued kid!"
Qin Dewei said disdainfully: "I heard that you are still one of the four beauties of Qinhuai, that's it? It's really not as famous as meeting you. You are a shrew and scolds the street when you can't reason with her. You are no different from a rough village woman."
Phew! Beauty Wang couldn't help laughing. She didn't expect that this little guy was so talkative and unforgiving. He did it in one go, which made the senior sister completely defeated.
Feng Shuangshuang regretted it so much that she came over to watch the excitement after eating enough! She looked at Wang Fengyuan next to her and asked for help, and quickly came to help!
Wang Fengyuan frowned. He didn't want to talk to such a down-and-out low-level boy. Saying more words would be a waste of his own saliva, but now he had no choice but to help Feng Shuangshuang speak:
"No one is a sage, how can he be without faults? Sister Feng occasionally makes mistakes, and you shouldn't forcefully accuse her like this! I think it's a deliberate act to cause trouble, a villain's mischief!"
Qin Dewei did not give this quasi-celebrity any face at all: "You also said that she was at fault? But did she apologize?
Birds of a feather flock together, and the prince is willing to go with such a woman. It seems that it is nothing more than that. Don't say more! I have nothing to say to people like you!"
When Qin Dewei scolded Feng Shuangshuang, others might be happy to watch, but a pushy woman was scolded and many people were secretly happy to hear it.
However, Qin Dewei criticized Mr. Wang, but some "righteous people" couldn't stand it. They stood up and accused him: "You are so rude to Mr. Wang!"
Qin Dewei counterattacked unceremoniously: "This is a place for poetry writing competitions, not a place to talk about etiquette! It's not that I look down on people. The prince can't even get the first place, so you still want me to perform the etiquette with great respect?"
Immediately, the people watching the excitement were furious. He actually said that Mr. Wang would definitely not be able to win the first place. Is this nonsense?
Who doesn’t know that Prince Wang is a disciple of Gu Lin, the leader of the Nanjing literary circle, and the son of Wang Wei, one of the three heroes of Jinling?
Even if there is no inside information, Wang Fengyuan has a high probability of getting the first place based on his strength. No one dares to say that Wang Fengyuan will not get the first place.
"I..." Wang Fengyuan suddenly found that he had nothing to say.
Everyone is saying that he is determined to be number one, and in fact it is almost the same, but can he publicly say "I will definitely be number one"?
If, when everyone is speculating on the unofficial decision, you first say it publicly, and then finally win the first place, wouldn't it mean that you are relying on connections and connections?
Qin Dewei asked aggressively: "Why, Mr. Wang has no confidence in fighting for the first place?"
"Whether I am the first or not, I am not making the decision." Prince Wang could only respond in this way, and his momentum was a bit weaker.
Beauty Wang looked at Qin Dewei in surprise. Such a young boy, who was dressed roughly and looked like a schoolboy, had unknowingly completely overwhelmed the quasi-celebrity Mr. Wang in terms of momentum.
I don’t know how he took the lead. How could he end up like this in a blink of an eye?
Qin Dewei laughed "haha", showing his sharp edge and full firepower: "You dare not say it, but I dare to say that you, Mr. Wang, can't take the first place, because I want to take the first place!"