Sheng Chong and Abandoned Concubine: The Sixth Miss Doctor

Chapter 876 Judgement
Mrs. Cen appreciates Xu Lingyue's modesty, but she didn't force Xu Lingyue to be a judge.

However, Liu Shuxian, who was transcribing, immediately wrote down the song "Appreciating the Lotus" that Xu Lingyue read.

She felt that Xu Lingyue was modest and said that it was written by a poet named Yang Wanli, but everyone didn't know this person, so she might have invented it.

Maybe it was because she was modest and didn't want to show off, so she said this on purpose.

Xu Lingyue was also very surprised by her brain hole, the more she said that she didn't write it by herself, the more it was, it was really hard to argue.

But since I remember so much, it doesn't matter if I really need to borrow it for a while.

Anyway, she will report the name of the poet.

Not far away, there are green shirts fluttering, causing the girls here to whisper.

Lemon said to Xu Lingyue: "That's the male students of the academy. They are composing poems and playing the piano in the Huxin Pavilion opposite the lotus pond."

Yun Luo and Yun Jin also leaned over and said with a smile, "I heard that Prince Xiao Qin and Xi Shu Zi Zi are also here."

As soon as they heard about these two people, someone came over immediately, "Will Prince Xiao Qin and Nan Gongxia play the piano and flute together?"

"If we can play a song together, then we will be blessed with ears."

"I heard that they are also very good at composing poems, especially Nan Gongxia, who is especially good at that kind of free and easy poetry, which makes people feel refreshed and happy when they read it."

"Sir, why don't we pick out the poems and send them to the dean and brothers for comments."

Someone suggested to Mrs. Cen.

On weekdays, the men's and women's academies of the Li Academy also hold poetry discussion meetings from time to time, as long as it is a public place, everyone is not so taboo.

Mrs. Cen said with a smile: "Of course, you must have good poems first."

When the female students heard about it, they immediately racked their brains to write poems.

Soon someone sent all the poems up for Mr. to read.

Mr. Cen shook his head, and said: "Although this is a poetry meeting held by our own academy for the sake of excitement, and there is no one to compete, you should make more poems."

As she spoke, she handed it to Xu Lingyue.

When Xu Lingyue looked at those poems, most of them were very ordinary, only a few of them were eye-catching.

Although none of them signed their names, she had seen some of them's handwriting and could recognize them immediately.

The best one among them was written by Liu Shuxian, but no matter how good it is, it still loses its petty air.

Miss Boudoir, with little experience, does not eat the sufferings of the world, and what she has experienced is just the fights between wives and concubines at home.

They are not bad and can enter the academy, but after all, they are not the kind of students who study hard and then take the scientific examination. Naturally, they will be a lot worse. They are said to be studying, so they are here for gilding and socializing.

These poems are either groaning without illness, expressing sorrow for new words, or piled up with gorgeous rhetoric, or the structure is really embarrassingly small.

After a while, more people sent it, and it was okay to pick out a few songs.

She looked at it, and found that Lemon's unrestrained and free and easy, although not so delicate, is simple and natural.

And Jiang Ziling's is also good, there is a kind of unwillingness to be mediocre and a desire to be a heroine between the lines.

And Huo Lingyue... probably wanted to write it too well, but instead wrote it nervously and cramped. All the gorgeous words in a peony poem were piled up. What does it mean? I can't tell what it is.

But this girl is always good at insinuating, every word is saying that women should be self-reliant, they can't rely on men, especially they can't betray their lust and so on.

She couldn't help but sneered, but didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)