After the fake daughter of the Hou Mansion returned to the village, she made a lot of money

Chapter 57: Writing Poetry (1)
But Zhao Moqing was very persistent.

And Shan Jin naturally obeyed his master's words, and left with a bang.

Zhao Qinghan had no intention of quarreling with Zhao Moqing over this matter, since he wanted to get the painting back, let him get it, anyway, he had already persuaded him.

Zhao Qinghan got up and continued to look at Feng Qianxue's painting of chrysanthemums, so as not to hurt his eyes when he saw Yun Qingyin's painting after he got it back.

And with Shen Anqiu's reminder, this time Shanjin finally succeeded in bringing Yun Qingyin's painting back, so as not to be scolded by Zhao Moqing again.

Mr. Cong was originally sitting on the seat, but when he looked up, he saw the old lady Fu who was supposed to be a judge on the woman's side came here, and he stood up.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

The old lady Fu said with a smile, "I heard that the Seventh Prince wanted to see the little girl's painting. He was afraid that the person holding the painting would accidentally damage it, so he came over to have a look."

Master Cong wondered, how expensive is a painting?

When Zhao Qinghan heard this, he walked over, "Teacher, don't worry, after the students have seen the chrysanthemum picture, I will personally send it over."

The old lady Fu wondered, "What chrysanthemum picture?"

Zhao Qinghan said, "It's the chrysanthemum picture of Miss Feng that I just picked up."

The old master waved his hands after hearing this, "That's not what I said."

It happened that Shan Jin came over with someone carrying the table.The old matriarch didn't have time to talk to Zhao Qinghan, so he walked over quickly, saying "be careful, be careful" incessantly, as if the person who lifted the table would be scolded by him if he bumped it.

When the table finally landed safely, the old master finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Other people's paintings are all a pair of drawing paper, but Shan Jin brought a table, which made the students look at it curiously.

Shen Anqiu stood up.

Feng Jingyun endured the itch in his throat, stood up, and Zhao Moqing had already walked over.

Master Cong walked over with his hands behind his back, wondering what kind of painting could make the old matriarch so precious, the old matriarch stood proudly on one side, "What do you think of this painting, Master Cong?"

Mr. Cong glanced casually at first, then his expression became serious, and he walked slowly to the front of the table, looking at the pictures in sequence.

After a long time, Master Cong sighed deeply, "It can be handed down from generation to generation."

Zhao Qinghan didn't take it seriously, thinking how could he get such a high evaluation from Mr. Cong, but after he saw the sand painting, he was speechless.

……

Poetry begins.

The order of Yun Qingyin is the third, and Princess Anning is the second. The first girl made a rhyme poem within the specified time. It rhymes with the rhyme, which is not bad. As an opening lottery, the evaluations given by the judges It's all good.

Princess Anning abstained directly.

Cui Momo smiled, not surprised, "Then it will be Miss Yun's turn."

The theme of today's poetry discussion is chrysanthemums, which is considered to be the title of the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet. Yun Qingyin thought for a while, and wrote a painting of chrysanthemums on paper.

In the poem, the chrysanthemum is praised for its virtue of not cooperating with hundreds of flowers, and there is a kind of momentum that the flowers will kill after the flowers bloom.

The palace maid who copied the poem wrote down the poem, and then handed it over to Shan Jin who was already waiting aside.

The poem written by Yun Qingyin was also handed over to the judging panel.

In order for the Empress Dowager to hold this Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet well, the judges for each round of competitions are everyone who has accomplished in this field. In the second round of poetry writing, a famous poet sits at the top.

After reading Yun Qingyin's poem, he put it down, and the first sentence he asked was, "Did you write this yourself?"

"Yes." Originally, Yun Qingyin wanted to save trouble and write an article directly, but thinking that everyone wrote it by herself, she stopped thinking about it and simply conceived a song.

It is said that you can learn [-] Tang poems, and you can recite poems even if you don’t know how to compose them, so it’s not difficult to learn from them.

The old judge looked at her, "I heard that you have written poems before, and you wrote the song "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" yourself?"

Yun Qingyin was faintly surprised, it turned out to be this poem, she said frankly, "I didn't write this, it was written by one of my teachers."

"What nonsense!"

"This poem was obviously written by me when I was swimming in the lake many years ago. How could it be written by your teacher! You lied a lot at a young age. I think the origin of this poem is also suspicious."

Yun Qingyin is convinced that there is no such dynasty as the Yan Dynasty in history, this era is completely fictional, and it is completely parallel to the time she lived in before, that is to say, the people who wrote these poems will not appear here at all, as for what Yun Qingyin said Naturally, the teacher in question would not exist.

Thinking that before the banquet started, Lin Shuangshuang vowed to ruin her reputation, Yun Qingyin quickly figured out the calculation.

"You said you wrote the poem, do you have any proof?"

"Hmph, just in case you won't admit it, I've already prepared it." The old judge took out a very old book, turned to a page, "Look!"

Nanny Cui stepped forward to check, "The paper is indeed old."

"A few years ago, I heard that when she was invited to award this poem, she thought she was young and didn't care about her. I didn't expect that she still has no repentance." The old judge was obviously heartbroken.

Nanny Cui upholds justice, "Miss Yun, do you have anything to say?"

Yun Qingyin looked at the book and asked again, "Are you sure you wrote this poem?"

The so-called poet and prose master snorted coldly, "Are you admitting it? You have earned your reputation for so many years by copying one of my poems. Why haven't I seen you write other poems for so many years? I'm afraid you won't be able to write them." right?"

Yun Qingyin said, "It seems that you insist that "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" is your poem."

Lin Shuangshuang stood up from the banquet, "Yun Qingyin, the evidence is solid, yet you still don't admit it, and you still make up a so-called teacher, thinking that mentioning a teacher that doesn't exist can remove the stigma, I'm afraid You didn't expect to meet the real master of the poem, did you? If there really is the teacher you mentioned, why have you never heard of his poems?"

And the anger in Feng Qianxue who was sitting at the banquet finally dissipated a lot.

I thought to myself, let's see how Yun Qingyin can turn around this time.

The judges invited by the Empress Dowager are all highly respected figures in the poetry world, and they will never gain their reputation for slandering Yun Qingyin, so the matter of Yun Qingyin copying other people's poems seems to be a certainty.

This time, even if she invited all kinds of gods, she might not be able to stand up.

It seems that God can't stand it anymore and wants to teach her a lesson.

Shen Nanyun who was sitting next to Feng Qianxue said, "I only know that my sister had a bad temper before, but I didn't expect to do such a thing."

"Hmph, even if what you said is true, I'm afraid that your teacher copied mine, otherwise, as Miss Lin said, I have read a lot of poems, why have I never heard of his poems?" said the old judge.

(End of this chapter)