After marrying wrongly, I became the general's white moonlight

Chapter 129
"Okay." Pei Mo smiled and went together with Yan Jingtian, Murongqing and others.

Although he knew that Murong Qing didn't like reading in this life, he still had full confidence in her.

To him, whether Murong Qing can get a place in this competition is secondary, as long as she has fun.

On the high platform, there is a big sign in the middle, with the words "Poetry Contest" written on it. In front of the sign is a long table, behind which sit a few old people.

Several rows of tables were arranged under the table, and the seats behind were already full of contestants.

There were already crowds of people around the arena, most of them came to watch the excitement.

"Admiration for a long time." Yan Jingtian went up and hugged a few old men with a sense of admiration in his words.

These old men are all well-known literary scholars in the capital, and they study poetry at home on weekdays, hardly ever going out.

Ordinary people don't recognize them, but young people in the literary world admire them.

"Yan Houye has won the prize. It is an honor to be invited to participate in this competition." An old man with a white beard stood up and said modestly.

At this time, the person who was beating the gong stepped forward and asked Yan Jingtian respectfully what he meant.

"Master Hou, can we start now?"

Murong Qing saw that there was still a vacant seat for the contestants, so he walked over and sat down.

Looking back at Pei Mo, seeing Pei Mo's trusting eyes, he also smiled slightly.

The host above had finished announcing the rules of the competition, and then said loudly: "In the first competition, each contestant is asked to give a poem about spring. The competition lasts for a stick of incense. If the time is exceeded, the result will be invalidated."

"There must be no loud noises or opportunists during the competition, otherwise the results will be invalidated and you will not be allowed to participate in the subsequent competitions."

There was an incense burner on the judge's table with a stick of incense stuck in it. After the host finished speaking, he reached out and lit the incense on the table.

"Now the game begins."

Seeing that everyone had understood the rules of the competition, the host gave an order, and everyone began to bow their heads and write quickly.

For a while, the whole venue was quiet, only the sound of the brush brushing on the paper was heard.

Murong Qing spread out the paper, recalled all the poems he had read in the past few days in his mind, lightly biting the back end of the brush with his white teeth, and conceived in his mind.

Some of the other contestants have already started to compose poems, while others, like Murong Qing, are still thinking with their heads down.

The incense on the table had been burned for less than half, and a contestant in the middle of the front row was sweating on his forehead because of his anxiety, but his paper was still blank.

However, the handsome man sitting on the far right in the second row seemed to be full of ideas, and he had already written more than half of it on paper.

Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian's eyes scanned the audience, took a panoramic view of all the contestants, and looked at each other. Finally, Pei Mo's eyes turned to Murong Qing.

"Yes, just refine the poems I read a few days ago and convert them into my own ideas, just pay attention to the rhyme."

Murong Qing raised her head and glanced at the incense sticks on the table, it was already half burnt, at this moment she also drew up a complete poem in her mind, and began to write quickly.

The stick of incense soon burned to the end, and then there was another burst of gongs.

"It's time for the competition, all contestants, please put down the pens in your hands."

An invigilator had already come to collect the test papers from each contestant, and handed them over to the judges after they were collected.

"Please wait patiently, now is the time for the judges to comment."

Murong Qing was a little apprehensive, after all he hadn't been exaggerated by poetry, so he couldn't help being a little nervous.

"Are you going to be eliminated? This is the first round of competition. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to be eliminated now?" Thinking of Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian watching from the sidelines, Murong Qing instantly felt pressured.

Although she had already dreamed about those famous masterpieces in her previous life, she couldn't reveal them at this moment. After all, it was only her first competition. If she showed too conspicuously, she might cause a lot of trouble for herself.

So she chose a safe method, and then stepped up her efforts to study hard all night in the bookstore to cope with this first round of competition.

The judges carefully read the contestants' poems, sometimes bowed their heads and smiled with satisfaction, and sometimes frowned, shook their heads and put the works aside.

The contestants carefully observed the expressions of the judges above, and saw that they exchanged opinions from time to time, and their hearts became more and more nervous.

After an incense stick of time passed, the host walked over to communicate with a few judges, and then stood on the high platform with a piece of paper.

A group of contestants cheered up, and they all knew that this was the ranking of the competition.

"Now I announce the champion of this round, Wang Renjie, Prince Wang!"

As soon as the words fell, the man sitting on the far right in the second row stood up from his seat with a smile on his face, his face was full of pride.

"Congratulations, Prince, congratulations..."

Many contestants who came to participate in the competition knew each other. When they heard that Wang Renjie had won the championship, they applauded him happily.

"Thank you, thank you!" Wang Renjie clasped his fists and responded politely to everyone.

In this lively atmosphere, the host announced No.2 again: "Congratulations to Yang Bohu, who became the runner-up of this poetry competition."

There was another burst of cheers and congratulations from the crowd, and the venue became lively.

After publishing several lists in a row, Murong Qing didn't hear his name, so he became even more anxious, and couldn't help biting his lips lightly.

"Next, I will announce No. 12..."

Murong Qing lifted his spirits instantly, and muttered to himself: "This is the last place in this round of competition. If you still can't make it to the list, then you will be ashamed."

"Murong Qing!"

Hearing his name, Murong Qing instantly became happy, stood up quickly, followed the example of the person in front, and greeted everyone with clasped fists.

The contestants who were not on the list gradually dispersed with disappointment on their faces.

Murong Qing came to Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian with a smile on his face.

This result is quite satisfactory to her. She looks very low-key and can continue to participate in the subsequent competitions, so as not to attract too many people's attention.

"The performance this time is not bad." Pei Mo came up to encourage Murong Qing.

Murong Qing smiled slightly, but heard Yan Jingtian teasingly said: "Damn! I didn't expect to be ranked No. 12. I see that you have studied hard recently, and thought you could be ranked in the top three."

Murong Qing didn't want to argue with him, but said lightly: "It's because I'm not capable enough, and I'm very satisfied with getting this name."

Several people were chatting and joking, and suddenly they saw the third prince approaching, so they quickly put away their joking and went up to greet them.

"The third prince is here."

(End of this chapter)