The dance is elegant, the figure is as graceful as a giant dragon, and graceful as a swimming dragon, creating a beautiful scenery on the stage.
After sipping Qin wine, Huang looked at Ji Linglong with admiring eyes. Such a woman should be treated as a maid, holding the wine and playing the piano aside.
Although everyone is eager to write, there are very few people who actually write, especially these nobles and nobles. If they don't write, it will be fine. If they lose, it will be really embarrassing.
This time, Ji Linglong's momentum is so great that once they lose their ugliness here, their reputation will spread all over the world and become a joke among the people of the Central Plains.
"Master, we..." Looking at the bamboo slips and bronze carving knife, Yang started to speak but stopped.
He was well aware of Huang's family background, and he also knew that Huang was most famous for his military service and that he was a martial artist. He had never seen anything about culture.
At this moment, Yang was a little worried.
After all, at this time, if you write a praising article, you will sign up. On such occasions, anonymous people rarely appear.
A scholar from a noble family began to write, but Huang was the only one who remained silent. Because Huang and others were all dressed as Qin people, many scholars opened their eyes.
"Qin people have no scholars, how can they talk about culture!" A scholar in Tsing Yi taunted and accelerated the carving knife under his hand.
"Haha, the people of Qin are just naked, a bunch of reckless men, living in a barbarian land. The people of Qin have already turned into barbarians." The nobles of Wei mocked, with a contemptuous tone.
"The people of Qin dare to come to such an event!" The descendants of the Qi royal family laughed loudly: "The people of Qin have always been afraid to avoid this."
"Not only because they are poor, but also because they are uneducated!"
"How dare you!" Xianglidu shouted angrily, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "How dare you insult our Qin State Master!"
At the same time, Yang pulled out his sword, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became dead silent. Even Ji Linglong on the stage looked over.
"Guest, no force is allowed here!" The guard of Huafang appeared with a cold tone and an extremely tough attitude: "Otherwise, I will kill you!"
Putting down the wine cup, Huang raised his head and glanced at the guard, then stood up, sheathed the long sword in Yang's hand, and then said softly: "Xiangli, please don't be rude!"
"The head of the family..."
He glanced at Xiangli, who was silent and returned to his original position. Huang glanced at everyone and sneered, saying: "Since you are all famous figures in a great country, my master will see what famous works you have produced that will be passed down to the world."
As for why you guys are so arrogant."
Seeing Yang returning his sword, the guard faded away.
"Hey, take note of them, and give them a ride after sunset." Huang took a sip of wine, his tone always understated.
"promise."
Huang himself is a rebellious person, otherwise he would not have become a lone ranger in the last days, pursuing martial arts.
After a slight change of thought, he picked up the bronze carving knife and carved characters on the bamboo slips. After a while, he wrote his identity and handed it to Lan Xiang.
"Trouble, please send it over."
The dancing on the stage stopped, and after a while, the bamboo slips were sent in one by one. Ji Linglong personally selected the best ones, and then read them out for everyone to judge.
In the boudoir, there was a hint of surprise on Ji Linglong's pretty face. People like her were often the most well-informed, so she naturally knew about the Qin State's order to seek talents and the Qin State's national division.
However, Huang's age surprised her.
"Miss Linglong, the poems have been sent." The maid bowed slightly and asked Ji Linglong, "I wonder if there are any famous poems handed down from generation to generation?"
Hearing this, Ji Linglong couldn't help but smile and shake her head: "It's a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, especially if it's so simple and accessible. If you can get one or two sentences today, we will be lucky."
At this point, Ji Linglong twitched her head slightly: "Honggu, the Qin State Preceptor seems to have written it down. Where is it?"
She was a little curious about Huang. He became a national master of a country at a young age. He must be amazing. She wanted to see if Guang had the talent to manage the world.
"Girl, this was sent here personally by Lan Xiang. It was written by Qin Guoshi." Honggu nodded and handed the bamboo slip to Ji Linglong.
Unfolding the cloth strips and unfolding the bamboo slips, the handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful, with a sharp edge. Ji Linglong's eyes were full of surprise.
What Huang wrote is so amazing.
For a son of the Ji family, if it is increased by one point, it will be too long; if it is reduced by one point, it will be too short; if it is powdered, it will be too white; if it is applied with red, it will be too red.
His eyebrows are like green feathers, his muscles are like white snow; his waist is like a bunch of silk, and his teeth are like shells; his charming smile confuses Anyi and fascinates Daliang.
…
At this moment, Ji Linglong couldn't help herself. She liked this description very much, and there was a bright smile on her pretty face.
In her heart, this one is the best.
Just for the sake of fairness and a small expectation in her heart, Ji Linglong read through the bamboo slips one by one and couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.
The first poem is so amazing that the rest of the poem is boring to read.
Just like when you are young, don’t meet someone who is too amazing.
It's the same thing.
"Honggu, please give me the rankings. The Imperial Master of the Qin State, Huang, Grade A." A blush appeared on Ji Linglong's pretty face, and she said shyly, "Tell the Imperial Master of the Qin State that I am waiting in the boudoir."
"promise."
Honggu walked out of the boudoir and came to the hall. She spoke directly to everyone and said: "Girl, the Qin State Master, Huang, Grade A."
Before Hong Gu had finished speaking, voices of rebuttal and rebuke quickly filled the hall, and the boat was in chaos.
"Quiet!"
…
Not paying attention to the farce in the hall, Huang was eating snacks and drinking wine, as if everything was under his control.
"Master, you are first class!" Yang was delighted, his eyes full of surprise.
"Then it's necessary. I'll take action myself. If I don't win the first grade, I will overwhelm everyone. How will it end?" Huang confidently smiled and raised his cup towards everyone: "I want to say that everyone sitting here is a waste!"
"For decades, I have been studying hard in the cold window. I looked down on others in my words, and all the books were read into the dog's belly."
After saying that, Huang stood up and said, "I'm ashamed to be in the company of you!"
For a moment, the faces of all the scholars turned red and they were extremely ashamed. They stared at Huang one by one, wishing they could skin him and eat his flesh.
Yang and Xiang Lidu guarded Huang in the middle and looked at everyone warily. It was true that Huang's words were too hurtful and they would cut knives into everyone's hearts.
Once word of today's scene spreads, everyone will be burdened with shame that will never be washed away in their lifetime.
"Please also ask Miss Ji to make it public. I want to see what kind of masterpiece Qin Guoshi has made, so that he is so arrogant!" The scholar in Tsing Yi turned to Hong Gu and spoke firmly.
"Yes, we want to read the original text!" At this moment, all the scholars spoke one after another with evil eyes.
When things have reached this point, unless the poems written by Luang are not worthy of first-class status, they will be the biggest joke today.
At this moment, all the scholars and nobles worked together to find trouble. They didn't want to become the laughing stock of today, so they had to make Huang the laughing stock to set off them.
Seeing this scene, Honggu couldn't help but shake her head and smile: "It's a long-standing rule to announce first-class works and everyone's ratings!"