Zhumen Hangui

Chapter 244 Is this level?

Su Yizhao has already written the first sentence at this moment, and she has automatically blocked the interference from the outside world.

Before writing down the title, I only wrote the first sentence. Su Yiliang and Su Yijue who were on the side didn't dare to ask more questions, but they were somewhat puzzled.

what happened?Isn't this off topic?Su Yijue frowned slightly, feeling a little worried.

Although Su Yiliang is not good at poetry, he also knows that the first sentence written by Su Yizhao has nothing to do with this courtyard.

He opened his mouth to speak, just to remind him.Unexpectedly, the sleeve was pulled by Su Yijue, so she had to shut up.

What happened to Su Yizhao?On weekdays, his grandfather and father praised him a lot, why is he at this level?Why not just let him come!
Su Yijue naturally held his breath. He glanced at Su Yizhao, who was calm and composed. Although he was puzzled, he also understood that Su Yizhao was not someone who wasted his name. This young boy still has some skills.

He had read all the articles written by Su Yizhao in the academy before, so Su Yizhao shouldn't have made such a mistake at this time.

Maybe Su Yizhao has other intentions?Su Yijue immediately comforted herself, even if she loses this round, it doesn't matter, anyway, she won two out of three rounds, and there are two more competitions after that.

"You won't be at this level, right? That would be a shame!" Su Yiliang still couldn't hold back, and whispered in Su Yizhao's ear.

Su Yizhao looked over in surprise, she had just written a sentence, why is it only at this level?
Su Yijue glared at Su Yiliang, signaling him to be quiet and not to talk too much.

Su Yiliang touched the bridge of his nose, why didn't he realize that Fifth Brother is still so majestic?
Su Yizhao thought for a moment before writing the second sentence.

Su Yiliang only felt that his heart was trembling. He did not deny that these two sentences were well written, no!That is very good, very good, but what does this have to do with this topic?
Meng Lingxi on the opposite side couldn't help being a little curious, and didn't know what Su Yizhao would use as the topic.

Looking at the first sentence already written on the paper, he hesitated to write.

Before posting, he was very confident in himself.

However, after seeing Su Yizhao, he found that he hesitated, not as creative as before, which was unprecedented before.

Are you afraid of losing?But the two had just competed for the first time, and they didn't even have a winner.

He took a deep breath, but his heart was still disturbed, and Su Yizhao gave him a sense of oppression.

Su Yizhao finished writing this poem in one go. He already had a draft, so he no longer dragged his feet.

After finishing writing, she read it carefully and felt that there was no need to polish it, so she put the pen down.

Glancing at the incense in the censer, it was almost burning to the end.

So she got up first, bowed to the first few, and then sat down, the upbringing and rules of the aristocratic family were vividly reflected at this moment.

Even the two who were familiar with Meng Lingxi couldn't help but soften their expressions.

At this moment, Su Yijue and Su Yijue behind Su Yizhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.After reading the whole poem, they finally understood.

The artistic conception expressed in the whole poem is magnificent, bold and unrestrained, and the words are exquisite, which is the reason for them to feel relieved.

It's just that Su Yizhao's choice may be controversial later.However, this poem occupies a great meaning, which should be enough to make up for it.

Seeing the complexion of Su Yiliang and the two brothers changing again and again, everyone couldn't help but guess.

"The young master of the Su family changed his expression after a while. Why did he seem to be unimpressive before, but then he became relieved?" Someone asked curiously.

"Could it be that the first two sentences are not well written, but the last two sentences are fine?" Someone speculated.

Everyone nodded when they heard the words. It is common for some literati to compose poems, the first two lines are mediocre, and the last two lines are the finishing touch.

Su Yizhao's eyes turned to the opposite side, and the incense was almost burning to the end at this moment.

Meng Lingxi finally put down his pen, the two looked at each other from a distance, and then Su Yizhao smiled slightly at him.

Wen Jijie was the oldest among these people, and he was an official of the imperial court before, so everyone would naturally give him face, so they all followed suit.

"It's time for a stick of incense. Now that the two of you are over, our evaluation will begin."

As he spoke, he ordered the little boy who was waiting on the side to come forward and present the poems of the two of them.

The courtyard suddenly became noisy, and everyone speculated who would win this time.

"I think it should be Meng Lingxi. After all, many students challenged him before, but they all failed. We have seen this person's talent and learning before, and he still has a chance of winning." Some people couldn't help but make predictions.

"Hey~ I think this Su Yizhao might win. If this boy has no talent, how can he repeatedly occupy the top of Fengtian Academy's monthly and quarterly rankings? He must have real talents and real learning."

"I don't think so, Meng Lingxi is safer."

Su Yizhao listened to the discussions around him. Although there were different opinions, it seemed that most people were optimistic about Meng Lingxi.

After all, everyone saw Meng Lingxi's previous performance, but Su Yizhao's talent and learning only existed in rumors, and he had never seen it with his own eyes.

Several respected literati put the poems of the two together on the desk, and then they all moved over.

"Huh? Regardless of the poems, the words of these two people are extremely rare!" Wen Jijie said first.

"That's right! I didn't expect their handwriting to be quite strong at such a young age. They really shouldn't be underestimated." Lu Chengtao couldn't help sighing.

"It's really a generation of talented people!" A man in the middle of his life also praised him. This man's name is Sun Qi, and he is also a scholar.

"This article is very complete! High wind and strong festival, embroidered with gold!" Lu Zhongbo pointed to one of the articles, and said with satisfaction.

"Indeed, it's impeccable!" Wen Jijie also echoed.

"Whose poem is that?" The desk was surrounded by several people, and it was difficult for the onlookers to come forward to check it out, so they speculated.

"It should be Meng Lingxi, right? I glanced behind him before, and his poems are really magnificent." One of them nodded in praise.

"Oh? What is the subject?" asked the man wearing a moon-white cross-collared jacket.

The scholar glanced at Meng Lingxi, saw that his expression was normal, and said, "It's Baimei!"

Everyone was not surprised when they heard the words, but nodded in understanding.

Throughout the ages, there have been many poems chanting plum blossoms, most of which praise the noble character of plum blossoms, and some use flowers as a metaphor for people's strength of character.

If it was Yongmei, it might indeed be Meng Lingxi's poem.

"It seems that these few are very optimistic about Meng Lingxi's poems!"

Someone glanced at Su Yizhao, who was calm and composed, and couldn't help gloating in his heart, thinking that Su Yizhao was putting on airs.

The children of your aristocratic family have been well-clothed and well-fed since childhood, and taught by famous teachers. Isn't it right to have some talents?

Now when I compete with others, I am at a disadvantage, but mediocre!

However, after a while, everyone heard an exclamation.

　Thank you book friend Beiwei 37 for rewarding 500 coins!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)