Chapter 58: Writing Poetry (2)
Yun Qingyin said lightly, "He doesn't care about false fame, so there's no need to advertise it, but if you really want him to guide you, you don't have to invite him out of the mountain, I can replace his old man and open your eyes."

Yun Qingyin picked up the pen and paper again, and wrote out one after another ancient poems that have been handed down to future generations with almost no gaps, and each poem is more beautiful than the other, and each poem is more magnificent than the last.

The other judges stretched their heads to read, and some even couldn't wait for the maid to take the poem written by Yun Qingyin, and simply stood up to read from their own seats.

There are more than tens of thousands of poems written by ancient poets, and those that can be handed down are the best of the best. All the efforts spent on choosing words and making sentences, and all the hard work behind these poems finally converge into one name. This is why these poems belong to their only testimony.

More than a hundred poems were written down in one go, Yun Qingyin wrote the last name, and when she put down the pen, needles could be heard around her.

Yun Qingyin picked up the book again, flipped through two pages casually, raised her eyelids and said sarcastically, "I don't know, whose old paper still has new marks."

The old judge flickered.

This reversal was unexpected by everyone.

Those who were worried about Yun Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, while those who gloated at Yun Qingyin's misfortune did not expect that Yun Qingyin would survive the Jedi after all this happened.

Nanny Cui looked at the book carefully.

Princess Anning came over, grabbed the booklet, and said with righteous indignation.

"Grandmother, this person prepared these things to frame Yun Qingyin. He hasn't written a few excellent poems himself. Instead, he pretended to be someone else with a face. Isn't it because of his high morals? No one dares to refute him, if not Yun Qingyin discovered the loophole in this, I'm afraid she will be nailed to the pillar of shame, today's matter must not be counted like this."

"The Ai family can't see dirty things." The queen mother looked at the old judge sternly, "It's not true."

The old judge fell to his knees with a plop, tears streaming down his face, and told him that he was just confused for a while.

When he was young, he wrote a few amazing poems, which have supported him all the way to the present, but the sad news of Jiang Lang's exhaustion appeared on him, no new poems came out, and his status was threatened, so he couldn't figure out what to do for a while. something wrong.

Princess An Ning asked, "Did you not be instructed?"

The old judge bit him to death and said no.

The queen mother didn't want to go any further, "In this case, you should be removed from the poetry world and apologize publicly for what happened today."

The old judge closed his eyes like ashes.

After this turmoil, the people who participated in the back didn't have the heart to write poems, so what if they did, Yun Qingyin was so perverted that she wrote hundreds of poems by herself, wouldn't they bring shame on themselves if they went up again?

So at the end of the second round, Yun Qingyin became the well-deserved No.1.

Only four people advanced to the second round.

The other three are Feng Qianxue, Shen Nanyun, and the other is a girl from a family.

The next step is to compete with the men who advanced in the second round, in female red and martial arts.

After the rest, the men and women gathered together.

The etiquette of men and women in the Yan Dynasty was not so harsh, and it was common for men and women of suitable age to go out for an outing together, so today's banquet did not set up a screen, but sat in separate seats.

Apparently, the man has also heard about the poems here, so many students looked at Yun Qingyin very curiously, wanting to know what kind of woman can write these amazing poems, and her What kind of hermit masters are those teachers.

Zhao Qinghan couldn't help but look over there, Zhao Moqing said, "It's going to be more popular than girls in a while, so it's not like everyone won't play?"

There are more people on the men's side who have been promoted. After two rounds of competitions for poetry writing and poetry discussion, Zhao Moqing and Zhao Qinghan are both ranked at the top, while Feng Jingyun did not participate.

The students sitting around them got in touch with Zhao Moqing and knew that he was a very talkative person, so they answered him with a smile, "Will the Seventh Prince participate?"

It would be okay if they were allowed to flex their fists on the field, but it would be too embarrassing to hold an embroidery needle, and it would also feel very embarrassing. You can only get [-]% of this person's score.

That is to say, if this person plays in place of someone else, he has achieved No.1, but in the end, when the result of the person replaced by him is counted, it can only be calculated as No.10.

But it can only be replaced by men.

"I'll go." Zhao Moqing raised his legs, "I've been practicing by myself for several days."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Qinghan absolutely refused to do such a thing against his identity, so he asked his entourage to go, and the entourage looked enviously at Shan Jin, why the Seventh Highness did it by himself, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince let him go.

"What about you, Shen Anqiu?"

Zhao Moqing turned to look at Shen Anqiu again.

Ever since the sand painting incident, Zhao Moqing had noticed this person, and after some inquiries, he knew that this person was very close to Yun Qingyin, so Zhao Moqing began to pay attention to this person.

After the two rounds of competition, Shen Anqiu's performance was not outstanding, but he was firmly in the top five, and he was undoubtedly promoted.

Shen Anqiu said lightly, "I plan to go."

Zhao Moqing patted him, "This is the one who can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, read books, and hold embroidery needles."

The strength is a bit heavy, with some deliberate meaning.

Shen Anqiu waved his hand away coldly, "The Seventh Highness is the one I should learn from."

Zhao Moqing smiled and took his hand away.

After everything was ready, Nanny Cui stood up and said, "Now, please come to the middle of the venue for all those who want to participate in the female celebrity competition."

Both men and women stood up. Among the men, some had blushing faces, such as those who were pushed out by their masters to block the knife, while others didn't care about the eyes of others, such as Zhao Moqing and Shen Anqiu.

Lin Shuangshuang experienced one blow after another. She was going to get up to bid farewell to the Queen Mother and go back to the Xuanping Hou Mansion, but when she stood up, she swept across the field and saw the boy walking with the Seventh Prince, and suddenly froze in place. .

"Shuangshuang, what's wrong with you?" The woman next to Lin Shuangshuang asked her.

Lin Shuangshuang pointed, "Who is that person?"

The woman looked in the direction she pointed, her cheeks flushed slightly, "Shuangshuang, that's the Seventh Prince, why don't you even know the Seventh Prince."

"No, it's the man next to him."

(End of this chapter)

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