The courtyard of Baiyun Temple is bustling with activity, but the backyard is quiet and quiet. Several corridors isolate the hustle and bustle, making it seem like a peaceful world on the other side.
After listening to the little Taoist priest's report, the visitor couldn't help but smile and nodded. After waving him down, he turned to the people sitting below and sighed: "It seems that today's poetry meeting is going to be outstanding and amazing."
Such a gorgeous character.”
"The emergence of talented people from generation to generation is a blessing to our great emblem." Mo Tian swallowed his saliva and subconsciously looked at the person sitting opposite him.
"Yes." The viewer laughed, touched the sheep's beard, and thought for a while: "It's just that young people are a little more youthful and energetic, and they need to be polished. There are still few people who can be as calm as you.
some."
Mo Dangxian was the first placer in the Kyoto Poetry Competition three years ago, and he happened to be the host of that session. Seeing the young man who is now the same as before, the viewer's eyes gradually became more loving.
"The master of the temple is so complimentary that I feel ashamed that I don't deserve it." Mo Dianxian smiled and shook his head.
"There's nothing you shouldn't take." The visitor waved his hand, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked to the other side: "By the way, you and your friend are going to have a look later, right?"
"Yes." Mo Bianxian glanced at Chu Lan who was calm and composed, thinking if it weren't for the Crown Prince, would he be able to sit here so comfortably?
The audience member nodded, "Qingfeng invited himself to host this year's poetry meeting, which saves me the trouble. You will be together later, and I can feel more at ease."
Hearing these words, Mo Tongxian was immediately startled and said quickly: "Guanzhu, there is no need to tell him about my arrival in a hurry. I will go on my own later."
"Oh, that's fine." The viewer pondered for a while and then said with a smile, "You are more thoughtful. You and Qingfeng are in the same class. He is the top pick and you are the top pick. If you go now, you will take away his
Limelight, good or bad.”
Mo Teng smiled nonchalantly and nodded, scanning the person opposite him with his peripheral vision, and quietly twitched the corner of his mouth.
It's not that he wants to steal others' limelight, no... there should be someone on the opposite side. No matter when he goes, Zhong Qingfeng can't keep the limelight today.
I just don’t know who His Highness the Prince has chosen today to take so much pains.
In the courtyard, the third round of on-site poetry writing has begun.
Today’s theme is “Plum”.
Plum, the first of the four gentlemen among flowers, has always been known as the "bone of character" by literati and poets, symbolizing "noble" conduct and "pure" conduct.
This theme is not difficult. Many people present have written poems about "Plum Blossoms" in their homework in the past.
However, this is also where it becomes difficult.
If there are more people writing, there will naturally be no shortage of excellent works. It will be even more difficult to stand out among them.
As soon as this word came out, many people began to think hard about it, and some began to lay down paper and put pen to paper.
The time for burning incense passed quickly, and the little Taoist priest in the temple came forward to collect all the poems that had been written, and pressed them together using wooden tablets as paperweights.
In an instant, a dazzling array of poems caught everyone's attention.
Just when everyone was starting to prepare for the selection, Zhong Qingfeng suddenly coughed lightly and said, "Everyone, as the saying goes, poetry should be admired by people all over the world. Today's word "plum" is easy to understand, not easy to understand.
How about asking the guests present to select today’s Poet King?”
Inviting everyone at the scene to make a selection together has never happened before. As soon as I heard this, the scene instantly became lively and lively.
Some people frowned as if facing a formidable enemy, while others smiled and nodded saying that this method is very good.
Zhong Qingyun raised the corners of his lips, looking at Su Zijin who lowered his eyes, with a proud smile on his lips.
He will definitely win this round!
Hearing the people around him agree, Zhang Qingjiu sighed with a half-smile, stretched his chin and looked at Zhong Qingfeng on the stage in boredom.
Surrendering and stealing is not the character a scholar should have. This will lead to retribution...
"Zijin, what should I do? Why do I feel... something's not right?" In the humble house, He Feng walked up to Su Zijin, with a little worry in his eyes.
The enthusiasm of the audience exceeded their imagination, but there must be something evil when things go wrong.
Su Zijin breathed out lightly. He knew what He Feng meant. It was not like he had not seen Zhong Qingyun's proud and provocative look just now.
but……
"It's okay." Su Zijin raised his eyes and glanced into the audience, then slowly raised his head and said firmly, "No big deal, we won't let this game go."
If he wins, he must win with integrity.
The on-site voting soon reached a climax, and among all the poems, two poems were always far ahead, and everyone who saw them was full of praise.
One is majestic and the other is subtle and introverted, but both depict the grace of plum blossoms and the pride of flowers.
By the time there were only a few votes left, those two songs had already made the difference, and they had equally matched supporters.
Zhong Qingyun stared at the two poems that were praised by everyone, the smile on his lips gradually faded away from the initial complacency, and the expression in his eyes changed again and again.
When there were only three votes left, the subtle and introverted song still had the upper hand, beating the majestic one by two votes.
If there are no accidents, the winner today is the subtle and restrained work.
Only then did Zhong Qingyun loosen his clenched fists and look towards where Su Zijin was, intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile that was determined to win.
Then he looked at Zhong Qingfeng again, and they nodded tacitly.
All eyes were focused on the person holding the last three votes, the woman who had achieved great results in the first two rounds, a man in civilian clothes, and...
The woman wearing a bamboo hat slowly stepped forward and read the two pairs of poems for a long time. Just when the people present wanted to urge her, she spoke calmly.
"I am a woman. In Xiaozhang, I am used to hearing people say that women are as delicate and beautiful as flowers. I am also used to seeing people only see the skin but not the bones. Little do you know that even flowers can live as much as they want and bloom wantonly." The woman seemed to say.
She smiled, and when she said this poem, everyone already knew her answer. When she cast her vote, there was a lot of applause at the scene.
Zhong Qingyun's eyes suddenly condensed.
The difference between the two poems is only one vote at this moment!
Next is the man in civilian clothes. His vote is crucial. Whether the last person is needed to vote depends on his choice.
When Zhong Qingyun saw it was him, his expression instantly became relaxed.
However--
"I'm a rough guy, and I don't understand poetry either. I just think what the lady just said was right." The man lowered his eyes and lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly cast his vote and got out.
crowd.
Zhong Qingyun's expression changed instantly! How dare he!
"It's settled, it's settled!" A burst of sighs erupted from the scene.
Although the man's actions were suspected of being just what he said, there is a possibility of letting everyone vote. Zhong Qingfeng frowned and shouted to the crowd, "Last vote, please vote!"
Zhang Qingjiu touched the ticket in his hand, looked at Zhong Qingyun's gaze that momentarily directed towards him, and curled the corners of his mouth.
Today she will teach them a lesson, no matter what cheating is, they cannot win!
Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Qingjiu slowly stepped forward and clicked the ticket between the two poems, seeming to hesitate.
Following her movements, everyone present took a breath.