The champion is my son

Chapter 184
Dongmen Weisheng chuckled, and said: "Please step aside, otherwise, how can I keep the painting in my pocket?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed.

"Senior brother Dongmen is too self-effacing, your masterpiece is appreciated by even the head of the hall."

In Yunji's eyes, these people are the ones he wants to learn from and look up to.

He is really too short.

The garden party is organized by the students themselves. Generally speaking, the stewards of the academy will not participate.This time Fu Guangde put in a different kind of thought, so naturally he wouldn't invite the steward of the academy.

Those people are basically the disciples of the mountain leader Luo Hongyun, which is equivalent to Luo Hongyun's eyeliner. They are all human beings, and they can't be seen through at a glance if they do small tricks in the presence.

"Thanks to Brother Fu Guangde's sponsorship, this garden party will begin. According to the past practice, we will cast a pot to write a poem. Those who fail to vote will drink wine and compose a poem. Those who win will drink tea naturally and watch the excitement."

It was only then that Yunji noticed that the main venue of the garden party had been decorated.

There are some gauze silks of different colors hanging from the surrounding branches, and low tables and small mats are placed for rest.There are some fruits and snacks on the table, and some women are pouring wine into the jug.

It looks very nice.

There were about 70 to [-] students who came, and each found a seat and sat down.

For convenience, Yun Ji found a relatively remote place.After Guan Shangxuan and Huang Zhuyu sat around, the place no longer looked remote.

For some reason, people came around one after another.

Um?
what's going on?
A group of pig teammates!
Yun Ji observed secretly for a while, and found that many desks moved around him with himself as the center.

This time someone came with bad intentions.

Yunji quickly came to a conclusion, who is it?he does not know.

He is very low-key in the academy, even the personal biography of the head of the mountain has not been made public, so he can only watch it step by step.

"Since everyone is seated, we are about to start. I don't know who of you present can play silk and bamboo orchestra, why don't you play an opening song to cheer up?"

The name of the speaker was Xie Fangheng, who was Fu Guangde's running dog.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people got up immediately, and they all held musical instruments, such as flutes and zithers.

"I've already made preparations." Those people said in unison, then sat down and arranged their postures, and began to play.

Obviously babysitting!
Guan Shangxuan glanced blankly at such an operation. He probably didn't have much chance to invite someone to play in the academy, so he could only make up for it.

The sound of silk and bamboo permeated the air, which reflected the scene of this garden party.

"The silk and bamboo are ready, then I will ask Senior Brother Fu to write a tribute for the garden party. Senior Brother Fu is the initiator of the garden party, please do not refuse."

Fu Guangde was pushed out naturally and stood in the middle.He looked around and saw a group of people looking at him expectantly, even Jiang Yunji, so he puffed out his chest.

This kind of gaze was very useful to him, and at that moment, Fu Guangde began to chant, as if impromptu.

"In the autumn of the eighth year of Dewu, the long West Lake, falling in Xishu, Luoyang Academy, outstanding people, beautiful pagoda..." Fu Guangde sang slowly, while the people beside him wrote vigorously.

The masterpieces produced by each gathering will form a collection, which is specially recorded.Some people say poems impromptu, but forget them in a blink of an eye.Some people will consciously write it down and write it down when they go back.

So someone records to prevent omissions.

"Very good, very good, Senior Brother Fu is really talented. Please take a seat, Senior Brother Fu. Now we will start throwing pots and composing poems. The one who has the least amount of alcohol can take away the painting of Guang Chengzi provided by Senior Brother Fu. To ensure the authenticity, please take a look at it." Look."

Xie Fangheng clapped his hands, and someone immediately opened the painting tube, revealing the paintings inside.

It was a picture of a beauty. In the picture, the beauty had soft lines, graceful facial features, and a very appropriate color matching.

"It really is Guang Chengzi's painting."

Dongmen Weisheng said to Huang Zhuyu after carefully looking at the picture of beauties.

"That's right, what Brother Fu provided is fake?" Huang Zhuyu said.

"Hahaha."

A few people began to laugh, driving the emotional ups and downs of most people.

"The next step is up to the brothers and sisters." Xie Fangheng said immediately.

"I'll come first." Wei Chengfeng stood up first.His fat body squeezed his clothes out of the horizontal bars, but he was not affected at all, and he was determined to be a flexible fat man.

Yun Ji propped his chin, watching his solo performance.

Wei Chengfeng is the leader of his own group, relying on the backing of His Majesty's imperial decree, he is used to being arrogant and domineering in the academy in private, and he always bullies whoever is easy to bully.

If you guessed right, the leader of another force in the Academy is Fu Guangde.

He was able to hold a rally, and he was able to get the support of so many people, combined with his contrived performance just now.It is certain that while his own knowledge is not low, he also has the ability to win people's hearts.

It is this kind of people that the teacher most wants to solve.

Fu Guangde himself should be an ambitious person, otherwise, according to his knowledge, he would not have to put in so much effort.He can go to the scientific examination, enter the officialdom after winning the list, and should not have such a deep connection with the academy.

So what exactly does he want?

Just as Yunji was secretly writing down Fu Guangde, Wei Chengfeng's sharp laughter interrupted him.Yun Ji looked up and saw that Wei Chengfeng was excited about throwing the first arrow into the pot, and he was smiling, which completely flooded his eyes in his sockets.

Wei Chengfeng drew out the second arrow, stretched out his arms to show everyone, and then continued to throw the pot.

His technique was good, and he hit three arrows in a row.Just as he was complacently throwing the fourth shot, his foot accidentally kicked a stone, and he grinned, and the arrow in his hand flew out, over the mouth of the pot, and stuck into the ground beside him.

Wei Chengfeng changed his smiling face and jumped angrily.

"Hahaha, it seems that God doesn't want Senior Brother Wei to win the championship in one fell swoop, Senior Brother Wei, follow the rules and write a poem."

With such a rule, everyone has to write poems, does it mean how many rounds are there to play?

Then this is too boring.

Sure enough, someone discovered this problem, and immediately there were several thin-mouthed copper pots on the scene, which was to divide the people into several parts.

Yun Ji was assigned to the copper pot field that Wei Chengfeng had just voted for.

This is Fu Guangde's territory, even if he wanted to play tricks, he couldn't do it. He could only write a decent poem honestly, and then was welcomed by several people.

Not all of the 70 to [-] people present came up to compete for the painting, so only about [-] people actually participated in the pot-tossing game, and they were divided into three groups.

Therefore, the final winners of the three groups will definitely have the final competition.

Yun Ji was the last one in his group to go up. One of the arrows in front of him missed the ground, and some of them hit two or three arrows. Five or six arrows were the most powerful.

When it was Yunji's turn, he was a little nervous, he had never played throwing pots before.Only when I was in Shilitang, I often shoot the leaves with hard grass.

(End of this chapter)