After the book was worn, I was reborn with King Quan

Chapter 155 Fighting Poetry (2 more)
When the curtain moved, a tall figure came out.

He bowed to Mrs. Luo and Mrs. Luo, his eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Shen Weiluo's departure...

In the following night, Shen Weiluo only took a nap for an hour, and was busy in the kitchen all night.

Mrs. Luo, Mrs. Tian felt a little sorry, and asked people to visit her several times.

I even made a special trip here and brought a cup of Jingtao dew.

I don't know if it's because of thirst, but Shen Weiluo feels that the Jingtaolu tonight is even better than the one he drank last time.

What a good way to do it, she couldn't say for a moment.

Tian looked at her expression, smiled knowingly, and told her to go to bed early before leaving the kitchen.

Until the white belly was exposed in the sky, Shen Weiluo rubbed her sore arms, and headed back to the Yuzan courtyard lightly.

After taking a sip of cold tea, he fell asleep.

An hour later, Luo Qishi woke her up.

Poetry is about to begin.

Shen Weiluo didn't dare to delay for a moment, tidied up in a hurry, and rushed to Wangjiang Tower with Luo Qishi.

When she arrived at the bank of the river, she realized that Luo Qishi's previous words were true.

Wangjiang Tower is actually a large courtyard facing the river, with a total of four courtyards.

There are nearly a hundred large and small houses, and almost all the literati who participated in this poetry meeting live here.

The three-story attic next to the river is called Wangjiang Tower.

This poetry meeting was set up on the Wangjiang Building.

In the first round, the students participating in the poetry meeting entered the first floor and presented their best poems.

The top ten winners can go to the second floor to compete with the previous winning literati.

The three winners in the end went up to the third floor, where they competed in public and the leader was judged!

The cakes made by Shen Weiluo were placed on the third floor.

She followed Luo Qishi through the back door and went up to the third floor unimpeded.

Passing through the screen, I saw Song Yungu, Mrs. Luo, Zhao Yusheng and more than [-] people sitting on the chairs drinking tea, waiting for the winner to go upstairs.

There was a sudden cheer downstairs.

Immediately, a servant trotted upstairs.

"Reporting to the old man, the ten literati who won the first round have been selected.

The second round of assessment was about to take place, and the three students from the Imperial College won! "

When everyone heard it, they were all shocked.

He bowed to Song Yungu to congratulate him, and said such greetings as "Guozijian is really a treasure house of talents".

Song Yungu's expression was always calm.

He knew exactly what the students of the Imperial College were like.

In addition to talent, the examiners on the first floor were more or less let down.

In the second round, they won't be so lucky!

Luo Qishi and Shen Weiluo hid behind the screen and had a panoramic view of everything.

Luo Qishi smiled narrowly, and made a silent gesture to Shen Weiluo, signaling the servants behind him to serve pastries.

In the hall, everyone was exchanging greetings, but they saw servants rushing in, holding delicate pastries in their hands.

It looks new, never seen before!
Song Yungu looked at "Jingtao" beside the table, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a servant walking out slowly with a tray.

A foot-high carved pastry was placed on the tray.

The green hills are faint in the distance, the river is rolling nearby, the embankment is green and the flowers are red, and the red sun is rising on the top of the mountain.

Everyone was attracted by this lifelike "carving".

I couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"This... is this a pastry?"

"My God, isn't this our Jiangnan!"

"Tsk tsk, superb skills, unheard of!"

Old Master Luo had already heard about Shen Weiluo's deeds, and he was very surprised to see it with his own eyes.

No wonder he can make his grandson so obsessed.

She is really not simple!
Mrs. Luo stroked his gray beard, nodded with a smile, and looked at the screen.

"Miss Shen, Shi'er, come out!"

After saying that, Luo Qishi saw Luo Qishi walking out with a smile and leading Shen Weiluo.

She stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Old Master Luo's arm, and said coquettishly:

"Grandfather, how do you know we are behind the screen!"

"Still guessing? You love to join in the fun, and would you like to miss it today?"

Old Master Luo's voice fell, calling everyone to smile knowingly.

Grandfather loves grandson and granddaughter, everyone in the world can understand.

Luo Qishi didn't want to be made fun of by everyone, so he looked at Shen Weiluo and said with a smile:
"Grandfather, sister Shen is amazing!"

Her eyes were full of pride, and she looked proud.

Old Master Luo smiled and nodded, "It's really good, you have a seven-apertured exquisite heart, no wonder the emperor and the empress praised it so much!"

He looked at Shen Weiluo, "I don't know what the name of today's carving is?"

Shen Wei bowed gracefully, "Back to Mrs. Luo, my daughter named him 'Yi Jiangnan'!"

"Reminiscing Jiangnan? The name is well-deserved. Anyone who has seen Jiangnan will miss this place!"

The crowd couldn't help but nod their heads.

A servant trotted upstairs, "Report to the old man, the three of you have already won!"

When everyone looked up, they saw three men walking up the stairs.

The man walking at the end was dressed in white with Mu Li on his head, so his face couldn't be seen.

Old Master Luo glanced at Shen Weiluo, then turned to the three people in front of him.

"Congratulations to the three winners. In this round, the leader will be selected from among you. Exam questions..."

Old Master Luo pointed casually, "Let's take this pastry as the theme!"

Looking at the carved flowers in front of them, the other two literati couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Mrs. Luo just said that this is a pastry, how can there be such a pastry in the world, is this a joke!
Another white-clothed man's face was hidden from Mu Li's eyes, so everyone couldn't see clearly.

Old Master Luo pointed to the three desks in the distance, "Okay, let's start, within a stick of incense!"

Even though the two were full of slander, they could only take a few more glances at the pastry at this moment, and hurried to the book case.

The man in white stood in front of the pastry and looked at it for a moment.

Shen Weiluo, who turned to one side, paused for a moment before walking towards the desk.

Shen Weiluo who stood there was a little surprised.

Instinct told her that the man under Mu Li seemed to know her.

Time passed quickly in the curl of cigarettes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The incense stick had just burned halfway, and the three of them put down the brushes in their hands one after another.

No one was surprised by this.

He was able to break through the siege from a crowd of literati and reach the final round.

Natural talent should not be underestimated!

Immediately a servant came forward, took away the rice paper, and bowed and presented it to Song Yungu.

Song Yungu's eyes only stayed on the first rice paper for a moment, then turned to the second.

One of the examinees behind the desk paled a little.

The second one stayed longer, but the frowning had already made another candidate's legs go weak.

Full of wailing!
Others don't know, but he knows it all.

The poems of His Highness the Third Highness are the best of the best.

Alas, it's his bad luck. This year's poetry meeting, why is it that His Highness the Third Highness came to sit in charge.

What else is there to test? Go home and accept the arrangement at home, marry a wife and have children...

When it came to the third picture, Song Yungu's eyes turned cold, and he looked straight at the man in white with a bad expression on his face.

Zhao Yusheng was startled, His Highness can't look down on all three of them!
This is too embarrassing for the students in the world and the Luo family.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stood up, and with just one glance, he exclaimed:
"This poem is indeed of the highest grade, 'Human face and flowers reflect red', tsk tsk, this young master looks at the scenery and thinks of a beautiful woman, with deep affection!"

Jinghua?

Jing peach blossom?
Everyone hurriedly looked at Diaohua, and they indeed saw a tree of jingtao flowers in full bloom beside the willow.

A piece of pink and tender, doesn't it look like a shy pink cheek of a woman!

Shen Weiluo on one side was trembling.

Looking at the man in white in front of him, a thought came to his mind.

Baiyi, Jingtao, Luofu, who are good at poetry and prose, there is no one else but Luo Qifei.

Could it be that he has already read the book, otherwise how could he write such a famous sentence?

The next moment, she denied her own thoughts.

If he had also read through the book, he would have recognized her true identity based on the fondant cake.

There will be no more of these things!

(End of this chapter)