Agent Leng Fei: Playing with the Heartless Emperor

Chapter 97 Han Xiu is not talented, willing to give it a try

His third brother is obviously making things difficult for others, Jun Linfeng's heart is like a mirror.He didn't understand how this masked man had offended his third brother, so that his third brother tried his best to drive him to death.

His pale joints trembled slightly in his sleeves, but his eyes showed an arrogance that was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Han Xiu is not talented, and he is willing to give it a try." After finishing his words, he could not retreat, and walked away in a chic way.

Lifting his cold eyes from the cup, watching the snow-colored shadow with a straight back, there are slight ripples in the depths of his eyes...

- bang -

As soon as the examiner knocked on the gong, he cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "It's time——"

In the arena, hundreds of gifted scholars who came to the poetry competition put down their brushes one after another, and waited for the boy who came to collect the poem drafts on the table to take away the poems they just made and present them. They all looked nervously and expectantly at the stage ahead. The ten reading adults stared at their sometimes happy and sometimes sighing expressions, feeling nervous.

The poem competition is divided into three rounds. The first round is the primary selection. Fifty outstanding candidates will be selected from hundreds of people who come to the poetry competition to advance to the next round of competition.In the primary election, the examiners set a topic, and then talented scholars wrote poems based on the topic, and after a limited time, they submitted a famous and talented adult selected by the imperial court to be the judge.The second round is called re-selection. Divide the [-] candidates into five groups, ten people in each group, and then send a representative to draw lots to compose poems according to the requirements shown in the lottery, and then select the best poet from each group. The good ones make the cut.In the third round, which is the final round, the poets, ghosts, immortals, and poets will be selected from the five who stand out.

- bang -

There was another gong beating, indicating that the results of the first round of competition had come out.

"Wait!" A deep voice sounded out of nowhere, especially loud in the arena that was quiet immediately after the gong.

The examiner looked displeased at the young man who was walking towards the field, and shouted: "The field of the competition is a sacred place, how can you be so presumptuous! Come on, blow him out..."

"Don't be angry, my lord. I don't mean to be presumptuous. I was just invited to the competition. I hope you will forgive me if I offend you." He said, bowing his hands to the examiner above and making an apology.

The examiner snorted coldly: "The time has passed, come back next year!"

"As long as the ten adults haven't announced the results of the competition, this time will not be counted, and the villain will still have a chance."

Han Xiu's neither humble nor overbearing, calm and calm made the examiner look at him differently, and there was a touch of admiration between his brows.

"However, according to the rules, you are not allowed to write after the time has passed. I would like to ask, what do you use to compose poems?"

"There is no need to write, the villain is now reciting a poem, and the adults can listen to it."

The examiner became interested: "You want to compose poetry impromptu? But you have to know, if you are asked to do the topic just now, it would be unfair to these talents..."

"Adults are free to ask questions."

The old gentleman thought for a moment, and raised his old eyebrows, "Previously, talented scholars wrote poems with the theme of chrysanthemums, how about this, you also write a poem about chrysanthemums, in addition, you have to write plums, orchids, and bamboos in turn. How about a poem?"

Han Xiu nodded, "Let's follow the order of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum." He smiled wryly in his heart. When he was an agent in the past, he was trained to compose poems in seven steps like Cao Zhi. It doesn't belong to the time and space of the past, let's borrow from a few sages now.

(End of this chapter)